The Ghost Market is located in a hidden valley, between the three sects of Yunwu Sect, Xuanding Sect and Wuyun Sect, and is a no-nonsense area.
At noon, Ye Chuan and Fatty Zhao Dazhi traveled all the way through mountains and rivers and arrived at this valley. The two of them were dressed in disguise, with large, wide hats on their heads, completely covering their facial features. There are many cultivators coming and going, most of them dressed in similar attire. No one wants to reveal their identity easily. Only some powerful elite disciples or casual cultivators have no scruples.
When we arrived at the valley, we had not yet reached the real ghost market. Going down the dark stone stairs and going nearly a hundred meters underground, a special market appeared in front of Ye Chuan.
The entrance to the stone staircase looks ordinary, it is a natural cave, but there is something special inside.
The entire market is composed of criss-crossing underground passages and large and small grottoes, where people sell and trade various commodities. Even in the scorching summer, the market felt windy and gloomy, as if it were a huge underground tomb with dim light.
Looking up, there seemed to be many ghosts in the darkness, and scorpions or centipedes crawled under my feet from time to time. Even the timid ones would be frightened after just a few steps. The stall owners in the grotto are also ferocious and scary-looking. Most of them are cold and indifferent when someone comes to the door. Some are even ghostly and are obviously big devils.
"Senior brother, be careful, don't stare at one person all the time. The ghost market is a mixed bag, and it has always been a favorite place for many desperadoes and big devils. Even among our three sects, some people should not be easily offended."
The fat man pressed down the big bamboo hat on his head. Knowing that Ye Chuan had never been to such a place, he reminded in a low voice, "If you like something, senior brother, you don't have to say anything, just tell me with a wink secretly, and I'll leave everything else to you." Just give it to me. Junior brother, my cultivation is not very good, and I am best at bargaining."
"Fat man, what did you do before you went up the mountain to join the Yunwu Sect?" Ye Chuan asked.
"The rice seller at home opened rice shops in many places in the Qin Dynasty. I have been selling rice with my father since I was a child. Senior brother, if you have the opportunity to go down the mountain to my house in the future, there is nothing else but a lot of rice. Uh..., Senior brother, I'm not saying you can eat it, I'm saying..." The fat man suddenly stopped talking, realizing that he had made a mistake. If you say you have a lot of rice at home, doesn't that mean that people can eat it, and secretly accuse others of being a loser
"Let's go."
Ye Chuan smiled faintly and walked past the grottoes, with the fat man following behind him. Originally, he was the one who brought Ye Chuan to open his eyes, but now he has become Ye Chuan's follower.
After a quick glance at the items for sale in the grotto, Ye Chuan probably had an idea of what they were like, and there was no need to go in and take a closer look. There are also many treasures and elixirs in the ghost market, but unfortunately, there are very few that he can appreciate. After turning a corner, a huge grotto appeared in front of you. The inside and outside were paved with crystal stones and full of spiritual energy. There was a golden flying sword engraved above the door.
"That is the base camp of our Yunwu Sect in the ghost market. There are great experts who are responsible for selling the elixirs refined by the sect and protecting the safety of the sect's disciples in the ghost market. It is also the defense force of the ghost market. Xuandingmen and Wudun The three sects also have their base camp here. The three major sects work together to maintain the order of the ghost market and prevent some big devils from being too presumptuous." Fatty Zhao Dazhi walked a few steps faster and whispered in Ye Chuan's ear.
"Then which master from our sect is in charge here today?" Ye Chuan's sharp eyes quickly spotted a familiar figure in the grotto. Zhu Sijia was sitting in the grotto wearing a red outfit, holding some treasure and appreciating it. .
"Senior Sister Jiajia and a sect protector." Fatty replied and asked: "Senior Brother, should we go in and say hello?"
"No, let's go."
Ye Chuan shook his head and hurriedly walked in front of the grotto. Except for the fat man who was following him, he didn't want more people to know his whereabouts. There were many opportunities to tease Zhu Sijia, that shrewd and unruly girl.
Continuing to move forward, Ye Chuan found an interesting gadget in a grotto.
This is a small crossbow, small and exquisite. An unknown magic circle is engraved and superimposed on the crossbow, which can be opened by pouring spiritual power into it. It looks small and exquisite, but it is very powerful. One arrow can penetrate a three-inch thick iron plate. With such power, even a first-level cultivator would find it difficult to stop it. Especially for a sneak attack at close range, it is definitely a ferocious killing weapon.
Ye Chuan picked up the small crossbow and observed it carefully, and repeatedly input the spiritual power into his body to try it.
After refining the marrow cleansing pill presented by Ye Chuan, the fat man achieved his wish and achieved the breakthrough to the first level of monk. He was just around the corner to become an inner disciple. He was elated and was extremely respectful and grateful to Ye Chuan, the generous senior brother. Seeing that Ye Chuan seemed to be a little bit reluctant to put it down, knowing that the opportunity to show off had come, he generously threw out a bag of silver and said, "Senior, I want this small crossbow. You can count how much it costs."
"Two or three thousand taels of silver is far from enough for you."
The old man sitting in the grotto raised his head and gave the fat man an indifferent look.
Fatty Zhao Dazhi's face suddenly turned red.
Not long ago, he was uttering wild words, saying that there was nothing else but a lot of money. When you finally get a chance to show off, you should try to be as bold as possible. Who knows, you will be slapped in the face right away.
"Let's go." Ye Chuan put down the crossbow and turned to leave. It seems that Fatty's family is neither rich nor good at bargaining. What he is good at is just bragging.
"Elder brother, wait a minute!"
The fat man chased after him, a little coyly, "Senior Brother, don't leave yet. If you don't have enough silver, you can think of a way. Miss Jiajia is here, isn't she? Wait a moment, I'll borrow some from her. She must have some silver." Absolutely a lot.”
"Forget it, no matter how much Jiajia's silver is, it was obtained by the sect selling pills. Do you think you can take it as you like?" Ye Chuan shook his head.
The fat man didn't have enough money, but he was quite thick-skinned, "Don't be afraid, just take it first and then talk about it. Anyway, Miss Jiajia will be the one to handle the investigation."
"No, Fatty, I really don't have to. Don't be embarrassed, it's just a gadget, I just took a look at it. The nameless formation superimposed on it is quite interesting, but it's a pity that it is incomplete, strong and not flexible enough. It looks like The power is good, but if it is used no more than three times in a row in actual combat, it will definitely break down and be useless." Ye Chuan strode away.
Behind him, the fat man said nothing after hearing this, but the old man sitting in the grotto who was sleeping drowsily was suddenly startled and raised his head suddenly, "Hey, how did you know that person? He sounded young, and his cultivation was ordinary, even a monk How is it possible that he has not yet reached the realm? Senior brother..., which sect sent such an outstanding disciple, the Xuanding Sect or the Wudun Sect?"
The old man, who had been living in the ghost market for many years, looked surprised.
He has been selling this small crossbow in the ghost market for ten years. There are people who don't like it, and there are also people who praise it and can't put it down. It's just that the price is a bit high and it hasn't been sold yet. Ye Chuan was the only one who could tell the shortcomings of this small crossbow at a glance in ten years!
The old man chased him out to see where Ye Chuan came from, but unfortunately, he was already a step too late and no trace of Ye Chuan could be seen. He muttered to himself, inferring whether Ye Chuan was from the Xuanding Sect or the Wudun Sect.
The ghost market is secretive and remote, and most of the sect disciples who come here are from the Yunwu Sect, Xuanding Sect and Wudun Sect. Over the years, the great disciple of the Yunwu Sect has become famous for being mediocre, and the old man doesn't even think about the Yunwu Sect.