Immortality Cultivation: I Farm in the System Space

Chapter 39: Chapter 39: Entering the Black Market

Translator: 549690339

“Forget about them, let’s go,” Wei Zhengqing said.

After finishing his words, Wei Zhengqing and Yan Xiong walked forward, and Lin Jing immediately followed.

The three of them walked down the alley in silence, surrounded by a dead quiet with not a sound to be heard.

It was only the sound of their footsteps on the road that could be heard. Lin Jing turned his head to look around and realized that while there were many houses lining the alley, most of them were dilapidated.

Even though Shiyu Alley was on the edge of Fang Market, it was very strange to Lin Jing that there was not a single person in sight.

Seeing that Wei Zhengqing and Yan Xiong in front weren’t speaking, Lin Jing didn’t dare to inquire further and silently followed behind them.

After numerous twists and turns, they finally came to a courtyard door.

“Creak… ”

Wei Zhengqing reached out to push open the courtyard door, which emitted a grating noise. This sound, in the silent night, sent shivers down one’s spine.

Lin Jing followed the two men into the house.

Just upon entering the room, Lin Jing discovered that there was a formation inside.

“This Teleportation Array can only transport one person at a time. I’ll go first, Brother Lin, you’ll be second, and Yan Xiong will go last,”

Wei Zhengqing said to the two of them.

“Okay.”

“No problem.”

Both replied at the same time.

Wei Zhengqing then stepped forward, stood at the center of the Formation, and took out the Black Market Token, placing it into the groove in front of the Formation.

Immediately after, a bluish light flared up, enveloping Wei Zhengqing, and the entire Formation was activated in a flash.

The groove in front of the Formation lit up at that moment. The Black Market Token popped up, and Wei Zhengqing caught it and put it away.

At this point, the bluish light above the Formation didn’t fade. Instead, it grew brighter and brighter, so dazzling that one couldn’t keep their eyes open, and eventually, the light itself turned white.

Then there was a “whoosh” sound, and Wei Zhengqing disappeared in an instant. The light dissipated, and the Formation returned to calm.

“Little Lin, it’s your turn. Don’t worry, with me, Old Yan, covering for you,” said Yan Xiong with a grin.

“Thank you, Big Brother Yan.”

After speaking, Lin Jing walked to the center of the Formation, then mimicked Wei Zhengqing, placing the Black Market Token into the groove in front of the Formation.

Immediately after, the bluish light flared up again. Lin Jing put away the Black Market Token and stood quietly waiting. As the light grew increasingly brilliant, Lin Jing had no choice but to close his eyes against its glare.

Moments later, Lin Jing felt a lightness in his body, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a grove of trees, with Wei Zhengqing standing in front of him, watching him.

Then, Lin Jing sensed that something was off; his Divine Sense seemed to be restrained and he couldn’t use it at all.

Hurrying to Wei Zhengqing’s side, Lin Jing asked, “Brother Wei, why can’t I use my Divine Sense here?”

Wei Zhengqing nodded and replied:

“This place has a Formation that blocks Divine Sense. It was specially constructed by the owner of this black market. Even Golden Core Cultivators cannot use their Divine Sense here. The purpose is to protect the privacy of people who come to the black market to trade.”

“That way, both parties to the trade can rest assured, without having to worry about their identity being exposed.”

“I see,” Lin Jing said, feeling relieved.

Soon after, Yan Xiong was also transported over.

Once the three had gathered, Wei Zhengqing took out three veiled hats.

“Here, wear these; that way, you won’t have to worry about your identity being exposed.”

“Alright.”

Lin Jing took the hat, placed it on his head, and the black veil obscured his face, making it impossible to see the person’s features from the outside.

Wei Zhengqing and Yan Xiong did the same, donning their hats, and then the three set off together, walking forward.

It wasn’t long before Lin Jing saw a brightly lit area ahead.

As they approached, Lin Jing realized that this black market was actually a long street, with various stalls clustered on both sides, bustling with activity.

The trio arrived at the entrance of the black market, where several guards were stationed.

Seeing them approach, the leading guard stepped forward and said,

“Ten Lower Grade Spirit Stones per person.”

Without a word, Wei Zhengqing took out thirty Lower Grade Spirit Stones from his Storage Bag and handed them over.

The leading guard took the Spirit Stones and signaled to the others behind him. The guards blocking the entrance immediately stepped aside to open the way.

After entering the Fang Market, Lin Jing noticed that there were indeed a lot of people around, many of whom, like them, concealed their appearances with wide-brimmed hats or masks.

There were also some who wore nothing at all, exposing their faces openly as if they had no fear of being exposed.

Of course, whether they used any disguise techniques, Lin Jing did not know.

Just then, Wei Zhengqing turned to Lin Jing and said,

“Brother Lin, you browse around the market for now; Elder Yan and I have some matters to attend to. We’ll meet back here at the beginning of the hour of yin. Then we can leave together.”

“All right,” Lin Jing responded.

“Fighting is not allowed in the black market, or you will be killed on the spot.

Make sure to remember that.”

After saying this, Wei Zhengqing walked away with Yan Xiong.

After Wei Zhengqing left, Lin Jing began to wander around the market on his own.

After a while, he realized that not just anyone could set up a stall here; they all needed to pay the black market to be eligible to set up shop.

The stalls offered all sorts of items, from various Spirit Grass and ores to Cultivation Techniques and Magic Artifacts, everything was available.

Lin Jing even saw someone actually selling the Qingyuan Dao Method at one of the stalls.

This shocked Lin Jing immensely…

This was the proprietary cultivation method of the Qingyuan Sword Sect, yet someone was selling it. It seemed that the seller must have some connections with the Qingyuan Sword Sect; otherwise, they couldn’t possibly have obtained this technique.

Indeed, this was the black market.

His interest piqued, since Lin Jing’s own practice was the Qingyuan Dao Method, and he only knew the first three levels. The highest he could cultivate with it was to the peak of the Qi Refinement stage. To continue cultivating, he would need to switch to a different technique.

“How many levels does this technique consist of? And what’s the price?” Lin Jing asked, pointing at the Qingyuan Dao Method on the stall.

The Qingyuan Dao Method had twelve levels in total, with every three levels corresponding to a realm, capable of cultivation up to the Nascent Soul Stage.

However, it was clear that the Qingyuan Dao Method on offer at this stall was not the complete version.

After all, access to levels beyond six was restricted to Elders of the Qingyuan Sword Sect or disciples who had made significant contributions to the Sect.

“The first six levels of the Qingyuan Dao Method, 3,000 Spirit Stones, non-negotiable,” said the stall owner, who wore a mask with a green face and fangs, making it impossible to see his face, but his voice suggested he was not young.

The first six levels allowed one to cultivate up to the Foundation Establishment Stage.

The price of 3,000 Spirit Stones wasn’t actually too expensive, but it wasn’t worth the risk of being discovered by the Qingyuan Sword Sect.

Lin Jing shook his head and then left.

The stall owner didn’t seem to care. After all, Cultivation Techniques, unlike other wares, were not so easy to sell.

After leaving the stall selling the Cultivation Technique, Lin Jing continued to browse for a while. During this time, he noticed that the black market was a diverse place, offering all sorts of items.

He even saw that some were openly selling female cultivators. It seemed that the people in the black market were accustomed to this and exhibited no reaction whatsoever.

Lin Jing was stunned by this; it seemed he had been too ignorant before.

As he walked on, a commotion suddenly arose up ahead.

Curious, Lin Jing followed the crowd forward, wanting to see what was happening.

Just then, he heard voices from ahead.

“Let’s go, someone ahead is selling Magical Treasures crafted by a Golden Core

Cultivator, let’s check it out..”