In Duobao Pavilion, Lin Jiang and several casual cultivators in the late stage of Qi training came out. They met at a restaurant nearby and ordered a table of good wine and food. Everyone was enjoying the food and drinks.

Although Lin Jiang had left his previous residence and no longer went to the South City Market, cutting off all the connections with his previous identity, he was still in contact with Duobao Pavilion.

There was no other way. Lin Jiang spent too much at Duobao Pavilion. He spent several thousand spirit stones every year. Over the past ten years, the amount of consumption was no less than 60,000 or 70,000. In addition to the amount of money from the auction of Qingyan Pill, Lin Jiang could be said to be the highest-level guest of Duobao Pavilion in the Qi training period .

This identity had many benefits. Discounts on purchases were the most basic. In addition, Duobao Pavilion would provide many services, including exchanges at increasingly higher levels, some high-level auctions, and the like.

These benefits made Lin Jiang reluctant to give up, because it would take a lot of time, money, and energy to reach this level again.

So Lin Jiang still dealt with Duobao Pavilion as Jiang Lin before, but he would pay attention to keeping his identity secret.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, I have known you for many years. I see that your income is not low. Why haven't I seen you go to the black market?"

"It's too chaotic outside the city. I seldom go out of the city, only two or three times a year. I come back after I finish my business."

Lin Jiang shook his head. He knew that the black market existed somewhere outside the city. It was said that it could only be found with an introduction.

There were many good things in the black market that could not be found on the market. Of course, most of these good things could not be seen in the light. For example, some resources were robbed, which could easily cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

"The black market outside the city is indeed unsafe. Many foundation-building period people die in the black market every year. But Fellow Daoist Jiang, you can try the fake black market in the city."

"How can the black market be fake?"

Lin Jiang was shocked. What the hell is this? Can the black market be fake?

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Jiang is so absorbed in cultivation that you are ignorant, right?"

"That's true. Please enlighten me, Fellow Daoist."

"The origin of the black market comes from the needs of us cultivators. It is the needs that gave birth to the black market. It is true that many things in the black market are shady, but some are not necessarily so.

Besides, the black market outside the city has been raided more than ten times, and it still exists. Therefore, even the Zhonghang Sect and the Yunjian Sect cannot avoid this problem. Instead of all the money being earned by others, it is better for them to earn it themselves, right?"

"That's true, but why is it called a fake black market?"

"Because it is different from the real one, the black market outside the city is a place where both meat and vegetables are allowed, a place where lawlessness reigns. In addition to being a place for bandits to sell stolen goods, it is also a place for assassin organizations to meet and hire killers. There are also some shady practices, such as gambling, fighting between people, fighting between people and monsters, and gambling for money, and countless others. Naturally,

these things are not allowed to appear in the fake black market in the city. After all, these things are too illegal and are a huge challenge to the rules in the city."

"What can be sold in the fake black market in the city?"

"In fact, it is not much different from the big market. At most, there are more stolen goods. For example, when I go out of the city and encounter someone robbing me, I kill him in return. These things are not easy to sell, so I can go to the fake black market to sell them, where I can keep secrets."

"In this case, is there any business in the fake black market? It is better to go to the real black market."

"Then Brother Daoist Jiang, you are wrong. The business in the fake black market is extremely hot. Because of safety, fighting is not allowed in the city. If you are really targeted by the enemy, you have a chance to escape. The black market outside

the city does not care so much, and there are many people killing people in the streets. Nowadays, the real black market outside the city is only left with those smoky and dirty businesses. If Brother Daoist Jiang has this hobby, he can go and broaden his horizons."

"I see. Jiang is enlightened."

Lin Jiang bowed. He really didn't know these things. However, a safety factor can indeed attract most of the immortal practitioners to go there. The real black market does not guarantee these.

"In fact, this fake black market was set up privately by the high-ranking officials of Yunzhong City. It is their money bag, and the security is quite reliable..."

Then someone broke the news that the fake black market can still be called a black market because the people behind the fake black market are the high-ranking officials of Yunzhong City.

The high-ranking officials of Yunzhong City are people from Zhongxing Sect and Yunjian Sect. It is considered a task within their sect. Although these people are in high positions and control the cornucopia of Yunzhong City, their income is not very high.

Instead of taking bribes and being punished by the sect, it is better to find a way to make money from other places. The black market is one of their means. The entrance fees and taxes in the black market are all theirs and not in the public account. Therefore, in order to make a steady income, the senior officials have put a lot of effort into it and will do their best to maintain the existence of the black market. After hearing this, Lin Jiang was immediately moved.

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"Brother Jiang, follow me."

In a corner of the south city of Yunzhong City, Lin Jiang followed a cultivator named Zhang to the fake black market in the city.

The black market is actually a mixed residential area, a bit like the village in the city that Lin Jiang had been to. There are foundation-building cultivators guarding the door. The entrance fee is ten spirit stones. After that, the person will give a bamboo hat. This bamboo hat is also a magic weapon that can conceal the appearance and cannot be penetrated by the spiritual consciousness of the Qi training period, but it must be returned to him when leaving.

The two walked into the black market. Lin Jiang saw some people setting up stalls on the street, and there were also some shops. The shops had no names, but some special symbols. It was estimated that only familiar people would know what these shops did.

Many of the things on the stalls were obviously stained with blood. Seeing this, Lin Jiang shook his head. Didn't they even wipe them off?

"Yunzhong City has a population of one million, and there are no less than 50,000 outsiders coming and going in Yunzhong City every day. On the roads outside Yunzhong City, there are dozens of bandits lingering all year round. Therefore, within a thousand miles of Yunzhong City, the number of immortal cultivators who die every day will not be less than three digits. Death is too normal. It is not easy for people like us to practice cultivation."

"I heard about this. Immortal cultivators in the Qi training stage can live for a hundred years, but more than 30% of immortal cultivators in the Qi training stage cannot live to the age of sixty."

Lin Jiang nodded. Immortal cultivators are very dangerous and chaotic. Sometimes being born in a family or a sect is a kind of luck, because the probability of being able to live to the end of life is very high, while casual cultivators are too miserable.

"Yeah, cultivation is not easy. Forget it, let's not talk about this. I'm going to buy some things. Brother Jiang, feel free to look around. Remember the rules I told you."

"I know. Don't ask where they come from, don't bargain, and talk less."

"Just remember. Although this is a fake black market, it is still a black market. Be careful."

"Okay."

Lin Jiang nodded to him, and then the two separated and did their own things.

"What kind of monster's demon pill is this, and how much is it?"

Lin Jiang walked around for a while and saw a stall selling demon pills, so he went up to ask.

"Iron-armed Eagle's demon pill, third-level middle grade, 50,000 spirit stones."

"I want to check it out."

"Okay, there is an appraisal place in the black market. This is the appraisal certificate they issued." "

Okay."

Lin Jiang nodded and took out 50,000 spirit stones directly. 50,000 spirit stones were still within his affordability. He decided to buy it for the big and small sand sculptures.

It was a very straightforward transaction. In less than a minute, Lin Jiang left. Then Lin Jiang walked into a shop and disposed of the sundries on his body. These were all taken by Lin Jiang after killing people, but some of them were not sold, such as the things obtained by He Yunwei that time. There might be shares of the He family in this black market, and he would not take risks.

After strolling for a while, Lin Jiang left. He had already understood the situation of the black market. Most of the things here were not legitimate, and the prices would be lower than those outside. For example, the demon pill he bought would cost at least 80,000 spirit stones outside.

In addition, it seemed that this demon pill was also a few years old. It was probably a collection of some people, or even a family heirloom. It was not uncommon for someone to get it.

A few days later, Lin Jiang asked someone to divide the demon pill into six parts, so that he dared to feed the big and small sand sculptures. Otherwise, the demon pill equivalent to the middle stage of the golden elixir would be enough to burst them. There was no accident. The gap between the big and small sand sculptures and the middle stage of the third stage was too big.

In less than half an hour, the big and small sand sculptures fell into a deep sleep. This is a normal performance of the monsters' advancement. Lin Jiang estimated that they would sleep for about two to three years.

Of course, it is also possible that they will never wake up, because the monsters' advancement may fail, and failure means death. The world of cultivation is so cruel, whether it is a cultivator or a monster.

The big and small sand sculptures fell into a deep sleep, which saved Lin Jiang a lot of expenses. Lin Jiang decided to increase the investment in the talisman painting technology to increase some income. He didn't have many spiritual stones on him, and he needed spiritual stones to give himself a sense of security.