The black market was located at the most remote corner of the western streets. The entrance looked tattered, surrounded by heaps of garbage, and two burly guards guarded the entrance.0

The entrance had a plaque with “Black Market” engraved on it. It would have been impossible to find such an inconspicuous thing if Liu Wuxie hadn’t asked about it beforehand.0

Liu Wuxie wasn’t in a hurry to enter and observed patiently for two hours, watching hundreds of cultivators paying a certain amount of spirit stones before entering.0

As the flow of visitors began to decrease, the two burly guards started preparing to close the entrance. It was the cut-off to let anyone else enter the black market.0

Liu Wuxie vanished like a ghost and appeared before the entrance.0

The two guards tensed their muscles when they saw Liu Wuxie, ready for a confrontation. One of the guards looked at Liu Wuxie coldly and asked, “Who are you?!”0

As guards, they recognized the faces of most cultivators who frequented the black market, and an unfamiliar face was a cause for concern. This was why they were so cautious when they saw Liu Wuxie.0

“I’m here to browse the black market,” Liu Wuxie said. He was...0