After Transmigrating into a Book, I Was Forced to Become a Fake System

I transmigrated into a martial artist world with a system cheat, only to have my fate grabbed by the male lead right at the start?

【Beep——Yellow Alert. Host is in a critical state, 70% ...

Chapter 152 Black Market

"You need a ticket to enter the Treasure Pavilion's auction."

The person who took off the task said, "Each auction will only give out a few hundred tickets, which will be distributed to some teachers in the academy and the top two hundred disciples on the wealth and combat power lists."

What is that?

Jia Xitong was more easily swayed by what he said.

In contrast to her, Shang Yanting always knew exactly what she wanted: "What other ways are there to get it?"

"The academy's black market."

black market

This area is roughly considered a gray area of ​​Dingtian Academy. It's a no-man's-land where you can buy more items that aren't sold in the academy's official shops.

In the Aotian Continent, strength reigns supreme, and human life and rules are insignificant. Therefore, even though the academy is aware of the existence of the black market, it turns a blind eye.

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The black market is located in a remote area, on the outskirts of the college.

There are guards at the entrance here, and each person needs to pay two low-grade spirit stones to enter.

Before meeting Jia Xitong, Liang Baoyu often frequented this place and was very familiar with its rules.

Niu Chuanchuan came along too, "I didn't expect the academy to have a place like this."

Compared to Liang Baoyu's extensive knowledge, he was more curious about the black market.

Niu Chuanchuan wasn't the only one curious.

The periphery of the black market

The roadside was lined with stalls displaying low-level weapons, all sorts of bizarre animal bones and plants. Some mushrooms, resembling lingzhi, were even larger than umbrellas.

Seeing these strange and unusual things, Jia Xitong's wallet began to itch.

"Don't be fooled by the vendor's impressive claims; many of the items inside are exaggerated and contain a mix of truth and falsehood."

As Liang Baoyu led the way, she earnestly taught them how to avoid being scammed.

However, among them was a raccoon with an insatiable shopping desire.

From a nearby stall, a sharp blade made of fan ribs flew out, swirling in mid-air in a beautiful arc before returning to the stall owner's hand. In just two seconds, it successfully caught Jia Xitong's attention.

"Wow, so handsome. Host, I really like that one."

The vendors had incredibly sharp ears.

Upon hearing Jia Xitong's voice, they quickly located Shang Yanting, who was holding a bear.

"Young master, would you like to buy one? It's an exquisite eight-ribbed fan, a fine piece!"

"No, I won't buy it."

Shang Yanting carried her and quickly left.

However, you can't avoid all the street vendors.

A colorful bamboo dragonfly flew onto the raccoon's nose and wouldn't leave.

Jia Xitong's upper body was sealed.

She tilted her head back and remained motionless, afraid of scaring the little dragonfly away. "Host, dear!"

"A dragonfly made of top-grade mackerel bamboo costs only ten low-grade spirit stones. It can emit light continuously and fly around people and magical beasts."

New vendors approached, "Young hero, why don't you buy one? It's rare to see someone who likes Warcraft so much."

"Uh-huh."

The raccoon also felt it was worth it, exclaiming, "A little dragonfly that can light up!"

Shang Yanting: ...

The shrewd host still bought it for her.

As expected, the buyer is never as shrewd as the seller.

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Liang Baoyu led them to an inconspicuous street stall.

"Hey Lao Yang, business is good."

The stall owner sitting on the ground looked up at him and said, "Who am I talking about, Manager Liang? How could a small vendor like me compare to you?"

The two quickly realized they were very familiar with each other after exchanging pleasantries.

"It's not easy for my little shop to keep going. If you'd like to come, I'll be happy to welcome you."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Liang Baoyu got down to business, “These two are my friends. They want to buy two tickets to the Treasure Pavilion’s most recent auction.”

"I knew you wouldn't come here unless you had something important to say."

The stall owner stood up and took out two tickets from the bottom box next to him. "These are the last two. Each ticket costs five hundred low-grade spirit stones."

"Brother, this thing would only cost you a hundred spirit stones if you got it from those martial arts cultivators."

Liang Baoyu patted him on the shoulder, "Give me a discount, for my sake."

"They're all going to the auction, and you're still asking me for a discount?"

The stall owner rolled his eyes at him. "You're lucky you didn't give me a fake one."

Shang Yanting paid the bill.

Jia Xitong's interest in studying the bamboo dragonfly had waned, and she remembered the Eight-Turn Treasure Hunting Disc she had obtained.

There are shops selling all sorts of treasures around here; maybe some of them are genuine.

She slowly channeled her spiritual energy into the compass, and the needle began to spin rapidly. After spinning wildly for several rounds, the needle slowly came to rest in a fixed direction.

Does this mean there's a real treasure?

Jia Xitong was a little unsure.

Seeing that Shang Yanting had already paid, she tugged at his sleeve and pointed in the direction of the pointer, "Let's go take a look over there."

Everyone looked in the same direction, and Liang Baoyu explained, "That's the arena."

The Beast Arena, as the name suggests, is a gladiator arena for Warcraft combat.

"This is a competition jointly organized by black market dealers of Warcraft. It was originally organized to attract attention and get people to buy Warcraft, but who knew that so many people would like to watch it, and now it has become a separate industry."

Having spent two or three years in the black market, Liang Baoyu naturally knew everything.

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Jia Xitong, who was pointing to that spot and using body language to indicate that she wanted to go there, and said, "The monsters at Tongbao's place are all very ferocious, which is not suitable for your cute and adorable style."

"Liang Bao, you don't understand."

Although the raccoon is cute and adorable, she herself has a cool and arrogant style, and she wants to become the second Long Aotian in the future.

At this moment, Long Aotian, number one, looked at the man and the bear with a gloomy expression, "You two are so close?"

Jia Xitong: "Huh?"

"They're all calling each other 'treasure,' that's impressive."

Shang Yanting's voice was light and airy.

He has a peculiar trait: the angrier he gets, the lower his voice becomes.

"It's all just for show."

Shang Yanting was betrayed in the past, and although he is doing well now, he still lacks a sense of security.

In front of the other two, Jia Xitong said, "Everyone else is just a passerby, only the host is my precious darling."

This is so sickeningly sweet.

But Shang Yanting was very receptive to this approach.

To enter the Beast Fighting Arena, each person must pay an additional spirit stone.

"Okay, let's go in."

The man guarding the gate glanced at the raccoon in his arms for a moment, then continued gazing into the distance.

The arena was packed with people, blocking their view and prompting some to curse, "Damn it, can't the people in front sit down?"

Jia Xitong looked at the compass and led them to squeeze to the front.

"Why are you pushing?"

A burly man who had scared everyone away and taken a good spot for himself started cursing loudly, his fierce expression almost touching Liang Baoyu's face.

Liang Baoyu and his brother both have a naturally slim physique, making them appear even shorter than their already short stature. Compared to the other person's tall and imposing figure, he became even more frightened.

He took half a step back.

Then, he crashed into a broad chest.

"So what if we're squeezing in? You have a problem with that?"

Behind him stood Niu Chuanchuan, who was even more robust than the man.

Niu Chuanchuan frowned, his eyes widened, and he straightened his back, exuding a truly intimidating aura. Looking at his cultivation level, he was a peak Martial Master, while his opponent was only a mid-stage Martial Master.

The burly man who had been picking a fight immediately shut up and obediently made way for them.