The proof of Emperor Wu began with daily rewards for diligence.

After buying the knife, Chen Jue turned to a stall selling copied secret manuals.

The stall owner appeared to be a lean man, about 175 cm tall, dressed in a thin black shirt, sitting quietly on a small stool, with a black veil hat covering his face completely.

Unlike those stall owners who dig up graves, sell stolen goods, or resell military supplies, copying martial arts manuals, though a risk-free and highly profitable business, was an unforgivable crime in the Ming Dynasty, punishable by immediate execution if caught.

Therefore, stall owners in this line of work are very cautious and never show their true faces.

"Do you sell light-body skills?" Chen Jue asked softly.

In the battle on Wutong Street, if he had known a more advanced martial art, he could have easily escaped with Uncle Lin. Why did he have to be cornered in the restaurant and have no choice but to fight to the death?

This was also his main purpose in coming to the black market.

Upon hearing this, the man in the straw hat took out a stack of new books, still smelling of ink, from the wooden box behind him and placed them in front of Chen Jue.

Chen Jue flipped through them and found that they were all low-level light skills such as flying on grass, crossing duckweed, and floating on water. Moreover, the principles were not complicated, and they were at the level that one could learn about 70-80% of them as soon as one started.

"Are there any higher-level lightness skills?" Chen Jue closed the book, not entirely satisfied.

The man in the straw hat didn't speak, but took out two manuals on light-body skills from the box behind him.

"Silent Steps" and "Dragon's Body Technique" are two intermediate-level light-body skills with different focuses.

"How much is it if we pack it all together?" Chen Jue asked.

The man in the straw hat stretched out his palm and made a "five" gesture.

"You're selling me these dubious items for 50,000? 15,000, that's the most I can offer!" Chen Jue brandished his cleaver, slashing the price to the ground.

"Slap!" The man in the straw hat slapped his thigh, stood up from the stool, took out the QR code from his pocket, and handed it to Chen Jue.

"Holy crap! Can I ask for a new bid?"

Chen Jue was shocked to realize that he had asked for too much. Just as he was about to back out, he saw that the men in black who were maintaining order on the second floor were all looking at him.

His expression hardened slightly, and he suddenly realized that this was Director Wu's shady business. After deducting the risks associated with official channels, all that remained of these pirated manuals was the cost of printing.

It truly is a case of making huge profits with no investment.

Chen Jue obediently scanned the code to pay, and then took the initiative to ask, "Do you have any more advanced marksmanship? Bring them out, I'll give you the lowest price."

The man in the straw hat sat down again, rummaged through the box, and finally took out two booklets with yellowed pages.

"The Six Harmonies Spear" and "The Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear".

"Huh? Seriously? You're selling me this kind of marksmanship that lacks any real skill or technique?"

Chen Jue picked up the "Six Harmonies Spear" and questioned him.

The man in the straw hat pointed upwards.

Chen Jue looked up at the empty concrete ceiling and suddenly realized that the man in the straw hat meant that these two were the highest level of marksmanship.

It turns out he was a mute who couldn't speak...

"Eight thousand..." Chen Jue had barely uttered the words.

The man in the straw hat then sent over the QR code for receiving payments...

They really will sell it for any price.

Chen Jue felt extremely frustrated and was about to leave the stall that had saddened him when the man in the straw hat suddenly grabbed his wrist and handed him an earthen-yellow envelope.

He took the envelope, opened it, and found a USB drive and an instruction manual inside.

"Contains 108 sets of various martial arts techniques, including swords, spears, halberds, and other weapons; 36 types of light-body skills; and introductory tutorials for secondary professions such as alchemy and inscription techniques..."

Chen Jue's eyes widened, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

"How much?"

The man in the straw hat made a "five" gesture again.

"...Twenty thousand?" Chen Jue asked tentatively.

The man in the straw hat paused, restrained himself for a moment, and finally took out his pink phone from his pocket and typed "poor bastard" on the screen.

"Damn it..."

Just as Chen Jue was about to curse, the envelope in his hand was taken back.

"You didn't mean 500,000 just now, did you?" he realized.

The man in the straw hat nodded reluctantly.

"Excuse me... Farewell!" Chen Jue cupped his hands in greeting, left the bookstall without looking back, and wandered around other areas.

The black market sells a wide variety of goods, but the best-selling items are always elixirs and spiritual materials.

The former was monopolized by government officials and powerful families, and its market price was extremely high.

The official purchase price for the latter is extremely low; only on the black market can it fetch a good price.

Secondly, there are all sorts of strange and unusual talismans and cinnabar, which are said to be able to slay evil spirits and give wanderers confidence when roaming the wilderness.

Chen Jue searched the black market three times but still couldn't find any qi and blood-nourishing pills that would be useful to him.

However, during this process, he unexpectedly purchased a 'secondary' blood-burning potion.

Furthermore, because the medicine is a defective product discarded by the pharmaceutical company, its price is exceptionally cheap, only 800 yuan per vial, with a shelf life of one month.

"Young man, I just overheard you asking about elixirs to replenish your qi and blood?"

Just as Chen Jue was about to leave the black market, a furtive-looking young stall owner quietly approached him.

"I have a section of Bloodvine here that greatly nourishes blood and qi. Would you like to try it?" The young stall owner picked up a box the size of a sword case and handed it to Chen Jue.

For no apparent reason, alarm bells rang in Chen Jue's mind. He took three steps back and sized up the man with a wary gaze.

The stall owner was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with a fair complexion, no beard, sincere eyes, wearing a long blue robe, and with flowing long hair in an ancient style.

He seems like a good person.

But Chen Jue's alarm bells didn't go off. Like a wildcat encountering something dirty, his whole body tensed up instantly, and his blood and qi flowed faster instinctively.

Especially when the other party opened the brocade box in their hand, revealing a section of blood-red vine about the thickness of a forearm.

The intense craving emanating from his body made him exclaim inwardly that it was eerie, and a chill ran down his spine.

"Thank you! I don't know anything about this, so I'll keep the things."

Chen Jue politely declined and turned to leave.

"Friend, this is a miraculous item for replenishing qi and blood. If you want it, I can give it to you for ten thousand coins."

The young stall owner reached out and grabbed Chen Jue's arm. A chilling aura emanated from his palm, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, and burrowed straight into Chen Jue's meridians.

"!!!"

Chen Jue's expression changed drastically. His "Reversed Blood of the Setting Sun" ignited his blood and qi, and his left fist transformed into a straight cannon punch. He integrated all his strength and blasted it directly at the young stall owner's face.

"?!"

The tentative burst of true energy, before it could get the answer it wanted, was dispersed by the sudden burst of energy and blood within the other party's body.

The young stall owner was a bit bewildered. He had been roaming the martial arts world for nearly ten years and had never seen such a hot-tempered and reckless person who would burn his blood and qi at the slightest provocation.

With this kind of gameplay, it's no wonder the other party is asking around for pills to replenish qi and blood.

He quickly reached out, his right palm like a cloth, and steadily caught Chen Jue's straight punch.

"What incredible strength!"

The young stall owner felt a numbness in his right palm. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Chen Jue's tall figure, over 1.8 meters tall, using his right shoulder as a hammer, hurtling straight into his arms like a speeding dump truck.

"etc!"

The young stall owner's pupils constricted, and before his voice could even escape his vocal cords, his body was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, violently slammed into him by Chen Jue.

"Snap!"

The impact was very slight, as if I had bumped into a ball of cotton.

But Chen Jue heard a series of strange noises, not like a broken bone, but like dozens of chopsticks being snapped at once.

The young stall owner landed, smashed two stalls in succession, kicked his legs, and then fell silent.

"Outrageous! How dare you cause trouble here? Do you have a death wish?!"

The men in black, who were maintaining order in the black market, swarmed in from all directions, each carrying a knife, and some even had large-caliber shotguns wrapped in black cloth.

Upon seeing this, Chen Jue immediately cowered, covering his head with one hand and pointing at the young stall owner he had just knocked away by his dump truck, saying, "It's not my fault! That guy grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go, insisting I buy his stuff!"

"I couldn't break free from him, so I was forced to fight back!"