Chapter 263

This allowed him to effortlessly penetrate the ranks of the indigenous military leaders, but he also lost his connection with those cultivators...

Cheng Hui got the identity of Cheng Ziyun by chance.

This allowed him to infiltrate the indigenous military leaders effortlessly, but he also lost the opportunity to contact those cultivators.

There are no particularly irreconcilable conflicts between the natives and the cultivators, but the cultivators, who are used to freedom, are obviously not used to the strict management of the Blood Battle City.

Moreover, there are good and bad cultivators among them, and it is possible that they occasionally collude with the devil to make deals. The command group of Blood Battle City lacks the means to punish these cultivators, so they simply leave them all to the cultivators to manage themselves.

It's not impossible for the local natives to deal with the cultivators, but it will cost a great price. Similarly, if the cultivators want to target the native military leaders, they will also have to pay a heavy price. If they are unlucky, they may even lose their lives.

It is precisely because of the unique environment of the Forbidden Demon Battlefield that the command group and the royal families of various countries have the opportunity to have equal dialogue with the high-ranking monks and establish such rules.

Cheng Hui didn't intend to go over and build good relationships with those cultivators. After all, he was born in the Corpse Puppet Sect. As a left-wing sect, its relationship with both the righteous and the evil sides was just so-so. There was definitely no blood feud, but it was also impossible to say that the relationship was very good.

However, it would be possible to find time to go to the trade fair. After all, there are too few natural treasures in this world that he is interested in. It would be nice to have a chance to buy some void energy.

Just like that, two days later, Cheng Hui and Lin Qingyang left the city and, following Brother Zhou's instructions, headed towards the city where the cultivators were.

Although it is called a city, it is not actually a city. After all, the spiritual energy here is too inert. No matter what you do, it will consume several times the strength. If you are not careful, you may be struck by lightning. Therefore, the cultivators only rely on magic tools that do not require too much spiritual power.

Then, Cheng Hui saw a wonderful town made up of various houses.

This town of cultivators was built halfway up a mountain, and this mountain was just an ordinary peak on the outskirts of the Blood Battle Canyon.

Perhaps it was because a large formation was engraved on the mountain that a certain flow of spiritual energy was formed, which created this wonderful town.

The town is divided into two parts, left and right. Since the number of magic cultivators is obviously smaller, their houses only occupy one-fourth of the town's space.

In the outside world, the forces of good and evil are irreconcilable, and it is considered a good thing if they don't fight when they meet. However, in this forbidden magic battlefield where they are jointly suppressed, the relationship between the two sides has been significantly eased.

After all, the suppression here does not distinguish between good and evil. Whoever strikes first will be struck by lightning, forcing both good and evil to cease fighting.

Of course, they still dislike each other. The righteous think that the demonic cultivators are scum and beasts, while the demonic cultivators think that the righteous are hypocrites and villains...

The contradiction is always there, it’s just that it has changed from physical action to verbal action.

Cheng Hui got tired of it after watching twice. There was nothing he could do. As an authentic Northeasterner, Cheng Hui always believed in taking action instead of talking too much... If he had the time to talk, he would have beaten the person down long ago.

After entering the town, there were obviously more people on the street. In addition to cultivators, there were also many local natives.

The difference between the two could be clearly distinguished from their clothes. Cheng Hui looked for a while and found that there were quite a few natives here. They were probably all here for the trade fair.

Cheng Hui and his companions didn't know much about the content of the trade fair. Judging from the invitation letter that looked like a sales brochure, this group of cultivators might have brought a large amount of supplies with the purpose of selling them to the local natives in exchange for military merits.

Both of them were very clear about the effects of their military exploits, and through half a year of accumulation, both Lin Qingyang and Cheng Hui had enjoyed several golden elixir polishing services.

The more military merits you accumulate, the longer the breeze that polishes your golden elixir will last.

All in all, these military achievements saved the two of them at least seven or eight years of hard work.

Although the life of a cultivator is long and these seven or eight years are not lacking, it is always better to save them. Besides, the effect of polishing by this breeze is even better than polishing by himself. The better the quality of the golden elixir, the better the effect of breaking the elixir and becoming an infant. The later the stage, the more the combat effectiveness of the cultivator depends on his own quality.

Simply put, although both are in the Nascent Soul stage, the gap between the flawless Nascent Soul and the two cultivators who barely become Nascent Souls is even greater than the gap between humans and dogs.

The reality is so cruel, it is no wonder that these cultivators who have always looked down on ordinary people are willing to do business with the local natives for the sake of military merit.

The fair was held on an open space on one side of the town. Tall railings were erected around the open space, and the flickering light on them proved that this was definitely not an ordinary fence that could be easily jumped over.

Cheng Hui found it funny. With so many monks present, was it possible that someone could just steal things and run away?

However, after a while, he was slapped in the face on the spot.

There are actually people who would steal things and foolishly choose to jump over the railing to escape.

Cheng Hui: ...

As expected, the robber was pierced in the thigh by the suddenly extended railing and hung on the railing. A large amount of blood gushed out and was quickly absorbed by the railing.

The iron-gray railings were stained with a layer of bright red, which quickly disappeared.

The unfortunate robber was sucked dry almost instantly, and the things in his hands fell to the ground and were picked up by a monk and returned.

"No way, there really are people who do stupid things every year." A military commander in armor muttered softly.

Cheng Hui turned his face away silently...felt a little embarrassed.

He overestimated the IQ of some people.

"Well, you'll get used to it." Another military leader in black armor smiled. "It's not stupid, it's just... well, some people always like to be smart."

Cheng Hui quietly approached and said, "Brother, tell us what's going on."

The Black Armored Army Commander glanced at Cheng Hui and smiled: "First time here?"

"Yeah." He chuckled, took out a bottle of wine, and handed it to the black-armored army leader with a painful look on his face.

The black-armored military commander didn't take it seriously at first, until he opened the lid... the rich aroma of wine suddenly burst out, immediately attracting the attention of many military commanders around him.

"What's that smell?"

“It smells so good!”

"This is definitely a fine wine that's been cellared for over a hundred years. Where is it? Where is it? Should I sell it?"

The black-armored army leader's face changed, and he immediately put the cork back on. With a flip of his wrist, the bottle disappeared, and he pretended to be indifferent.

The people around looked for it but couldn't find it, so they had to give up in disappointment.

The black-armored army leader looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to him. He quickly winked at Cheng Hui, and the two of them walked to a corner.

The black-armored commander rubbed his hands and said a little embarrassedly, "Brother... your wine... is too good. I'm worried that the little bit in my stomach is not worth it..."

Cheng Hui waved his hand. "It's alright, go ahead and drink it, bro. It's homemade, just a little older. I'm new here too, so I don't know anything. I can tell you you're very experienced, so could you please tell me more about this trade fair?"

The black-armored commander smiled cheerfully: "Okay, then I won't be polite, brother. What's your name, brother?"

"My last name is Cheng."

"Brother Cheng, you can just call me Brother Wu. When there's a chance, I'll invite you to have a drink." The black-armored army leader laughed.

Cheng Hui smiled without saying anything, listening to the newly-minted Brother Wu introducing him to some knowledge about the trade fair.

This trade fair has been going on for many years. Anyone with connections in Blood Battle City knows this place.

Although cultivators are relatively arrogant, the things they bring out are good, those that can cure diseases, heal injuries, and prolong life... With such good things, those who are waiting for elixirs to cure their diseases don't actually care about their arrogance.

It's just a matter of lowering your status to survive and not being shabby.

No one who knows the background of cultivators would be stupid enough to think they can rob them.

The real lower-class people will not even know of their existence.

Only those guys who are neither good nor bad and have only a superficial understanding of cultivators can do such a thing as robbery in public.

For such idiots, just die and no one will think they are wronged.

Just occasionally... occasionally some accidents would happen.

For example... a poor master, who is about to die of old age, comes here at the risk of his life to steal the elixir of life.

To be honest, the cultivators are quite knowledgeable, but they have never seen such a shameless master.

When facing such a master, use force... You can't beat him, and if you use magic, you will be struck by lightning.

A longevity pill was not worth the life of a Jindan cultivator in any way, but he finally succeeded.

Of course, this poor master also paid a heavy price. After all, cultivators are not easy to mess with. If he failed to stop you from stealing things at that time, how could he not take revenge afterwards?

And after learning from that lesson, when cultivators set up defensive formations, they would raise the upper limit infinitely, even if it meant wasting spirit stones, as long as they could kill all the invading enemies.

Just like that, no one could steal anything from here alive anymore.

It's a pity... Since that person succeeded, many fools only saw his success at that time, but did not know that the poor master had died in an unknown corner, and did not know that the cultivators had improved their defense measures.

This has led to many people who think they are very strong and want to try their luck here.

The good stuff here will sell easily as long as you can get it, so every year there are a few fools who have to come here to take a chance.

Old Brother Wu sneered and raised his chin towards the body on the railing. "See, this is the fate of a fool. This person doesn't realize how deep the pit is until he falls. They are the kind of people who are so self-righteous."

Cheng Hui silently lit a candle for the unlucky guy, but that was all he did.

It is not uncommon to see people like this who lose their lives because of greed, no matter where they are.

This old man Wu is indeed a senior military leader, and he knows a lot about these things in the town of cultivators.

Cheng Hui got a lot of information out of him.

This information is not a secret, but knowing this information can help you avoid falling into traps.

Based on this alone, he felt that the bottle of wine was worth it. After all, he had many similar wines in his storage ring, not to mention just a small bottle, it wouldn't be difficult to get a hundred or so jars.

"Okay, Brother Cheng, my old brothers are calling me, I have to go first. If you still don't know anything, you can come to me anytime." Brother Wu said to Cheng Hui.

Cheng Hui said that he would definitely not be polite if he needed anything, and only then did Brother Wu leave happily.

"Let's go and take a look. Maybe there are some good things there." Cheng Hui said with a smile.

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