Starting as a stray dog, I embarked on a journey of cultivation.

Upon entering Wanbao Lingfang, one finds that everyone inside is wearing various masks and is covered in wide robes, with only their hands exposed.

Upon seeing someone enter, a short man wearing a rat mask came forward.

"Fellow Daoists, are you here to buy or sell something?"

The voice coming from behind the rat mask was that of a middle-aged man.

"Sell first, then buy!" Gou An said.

"In that case, follow me!" The rat-masked man gestured for them to enter, leading Gou An and Long Youzi into one of the enclosed private rooms and where they sat down.

The man with the rat mask waved his hand, and two cups of hot tea appeared on the table: "Fellow Daoist, what are you selling?"

Gou An picked up his teacup, smelled it, and finding nothing unusual, took a small sip: "Selling some magical treasures, I just wonder how big your appetite is?"

"Hahaha!" The rat-masked man couldn't help but laugh out loud upon hearing this, and then said, "Fellow Daoist is joking. As the largest treasure shop in the Wuxiang Black Market, our Wanbao Lingfang can afford even the most expensive items."

"In that case, let's take a look at this!" Gou An flipped his hand and took out a fist-sized, fiery red stone from Jin Yang Shan Jun's storage bag.

This item is called Crimson Flame Refined Gold, a rare metal and the main forging material for high-grade fire-attribute magic weapons.

Upon seeing this item, the rat-masked man laughed again: "Fellow Daoist, although this item is rare, it's not anything precious. I thought you could bring out some valuable treasure."

"How much is it worth?" Gou An asked calmly.

The rat-masked man took the Crimson Flame Refined Gold, then flipped his hand and took out a small, glowing mirror, carefully examining it against the gold.

Then he said, "It has no impurities and is in good condition. One like this is worth two thousand low-grade spirit stones."

"Oh!" Gou An nodded.

"Fellow Daoist, don't think it's too little!" The rat-masked man placed the Crimson Flame Refined Gold back on the table. "The black market will naturally offer lower prices for these items than outside."

"But I have more than one here!" Gou An suddenly added.

"How many?" The rat-masked man immediately became interested upon hearing this.

Gou An smiled and held up three fingers.

"Three?" the rat-masked man asked curiously.

"No!" Gou An shook his head. "I have three hundred here!"

"Huh?" The rat-masked man was immediately startled and asked, "Is this true?"

"Of course it's true!" Gou An nodded. "To be precise, it's three hundred and twelve."

"If each one costs two thousand, that's six hundred and twenty-four thousand low-grade spirit stones!" Long Youzi calculated with his fingers.

"As long as you have that many!" The rat-masked man quickly regained his composure. "Our Wanbao Lingfang can take them all."

"That works!" Gou An flipped his hand and pointed at the table, and a large amount of crimson flame gold flew out, eventually piling up in a huge heap.

The rat-masked man's eyes lit up at the sight of so much crimson gold.

He's not the shopkeeper; the more treasures he collects, the higher his commission will be.

Seeing that this deal, worth hundreds of thousands of low-grade spirit stones, had landed in his hands, he was naturally overjoyed.

So he quickly checked each piece of Crimson Flame Refined Gold, and after confirming that everything was correct, the Rat Mask breathed a sigh of relief: "This fellow Daoist just calculated it correctly. The total is 624,000 low-grade spirit stones. I'll round it up for you, so it's 630,000 in total."

"Alright!" Gou An nodded. "We'll do it your way."

"Alright!" The rat-masked man chuckled, then opened his storage bag and put all the Crimson Flame Essence inside.

After completing this step, he flipped his hand and took out an empty storage bag. Then, he pointed his fingertip inside, and a beam of white light shot out from the ring on his finger. At the same time, a large number of spirit stones flew into the storage bag along with the white light.

A moment later, the empty storage bag in his hand had become bulging.

"Fellow Daoist, please count it. It's a total of 630,000 low-grade spirit stones!" The rat-masked man pushed the storage bag in front of Gou An.

Gou An took the storage bag, checked it briefly, and after confirming that it was correct, put it into his palm space.

"In that case, the deal is done. May I ask what else you would like to buy?" the rat-masked man asked politely.

"No rush!" Gou An waved his hand. "I still have things to sell!"

"There's more?" Upon hearing this, the rat-masked man became even more interested. "Please take it out so I can have a look, fellow Daoist."

Gou An flipped his hand again and took out a natural jade stone that looked like a red date, with wisps of fiery spiritual energy floating on its surface.

Upon seeing this object, the rat-masked man's eyes widened immediately: "Is this a fire date stone?"

"Tell me, how much is this worth?" Although Gou An didn't know exactly what this thing was or what its effects were, he knew it was no ordinary object.

"Let me see!" The rat-masked man took out his small, glowing mirror again, examined the fire date stone closely, and finally exclaimed in surprise, "This is a thousand-year-old fire date stone! If a person with a fire element in their destiny wears it close to their body, it can not only benefit their cultivation but also extend their lifespan by up to two hundred years!"

Gou An was somewhat surprised when he heard the description.

So that's what the stone's effect is. It's just a pity that I don't seem to have the so-called fire element, and I don't dare to use it, so I still have to sell it.

"Tell me, how much is it worth?" Gou An asked calmly.

"This item is quite valuable, but according to black market rules, I can only offer 500,000 low-grade spirit stones." The rat-masked man looked at Gou An, his tone excited.

"Okay, this price it is!" Gou An did not bargain. Although he knew that the actual price of this item would be higher, it was stolen goods, and he was happy to sell it without any risk.

Seeing that Gou An had agreed, the Rat Mask, as if afraid of going back on his word, quickly put away the Millennium Fire Date Stone and took out an empty storage bag, filled it with 500,000 spirit stones, and handed it to Gou An.

"Fellow Daoist, now you can tell me what you're planning to buy, right?" The Rat Mask was in a good mood. His first deal of the night was worth a million spirit stones, and he would get tens of thousands of them in commission.

"No rush, I have more!" Gou An smiled gently.

"Anything else?" The rat-masked man asked with even greater surprise, "I wonder what other good things you have? Please take them out and let me see."

"One thing at a time!" Gou An wasn't in a hurry. "There's a lot of stuff. If we bring it all out at once, the table might not have enough room."

"Ah!" The rat-masked man was immediately shocked: "This spacious room can't even hold it all? Just how many treasures do you have on you, fellow Daoist?"

"There are about fifty or sixty more items! They're all just as good as that stone from before. If you add them up, their value probably won't be less than thirty million low-grade spirit stones."

Gou An tapped his fingers on the table and asked slowly, "That's why I asked you in advance if you could finish it. If you can't finish it all at once, I'll go somewhere else."

"Thirty million!" The rat-masked man swallowed hard, stunned on the spot, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Fellow Daoist, you've pulled off a big heist! Who did you rob?"

"Shh!" Gou An immediately raised a finger: "Black market rule, don't ask where it came from."