mtl008 Chapter 260: Black Market Trip
Chapter 260: Black Market Trip
Wang Qiye and Duanmu Lan traveled a long way by boat and finally arrived at Qingshi Pavilion, which is located on the edge of Lingxi Valley.
Although he was now wealthy, Wang Qiye was still reluctant to spend 1000 spirit stones to open a teleportation array. The two of them only spent 4 spirit stones in total, transferred on a cloud boat, and it took two hours to get here.
After getting off the Yunzhou ferry, the two had no intention of admiring the scenery of the Qingshi Pavilion and went straight to the mountain gate of the Qingshi Pavilion.
It was not until they were a few miles away from the Qingshi Pavilion Mountain Gate that the two found a secluded place, burned the hoods they had just worn, then changed into unmarked clothes, took out the new black hoods they had prepared, and put them on again.
Wang Qiye was still wearing a black raven mask, and Duanmu Lan put on a cat demon mask, and then the two of them started to move forward again.
Duanmu Lan took out a flying carpet and threw it into the sky. The carpet spread out flat. She lightly tapped her feet and landed on it, sitting on it casually.
Wang Qiye stepped lightly and sat next to her. It was just that she didn't know whether it was out of revenge, because she had contradicted Lei Siyu at the dinner table a few days ago, and Wang Qiye took the opportunity to hug her waist and hold her in his arms.
Waves of fragrance kept flowing from her body into Wang Qiye's nose, making Wang Qiye feel that this trip to the black market was like a secret meeting between the two of them.
Duanmu Lan's body trembled. "Wang Qiye, my waist is very expensive."
"I can afford it." Wang Qiye leaned over to her ear and blew gently.
Duanmu Lan didn't say anything, and focused all his efforts on controlling the flying carpet to fly away.
Wang Qiye’s 300 million spirit stones were in her storage bag. In order to avoid accidents, the two of them carried the 750 million spirit stones separately. She was not afraid that Wang Qiye would default on his debt.
Duanmu Lan's strength at the third level was naturally much faster than Wang Qiye's speed. The flying carpet was so fast that Wang Qiye held her even tighter.
Wang Qiye suspected that she had already planned this. Even if she hadn't put her arms around her slender waist just now, she would probably have to do it now.
Even with Duanmu Lan's speed, the two of them flew for three days before arriving at a teahouse in the wilderness.
"Please take a seat, my two guests."
A waiter saw two people falling from the sky, but was not panicked and greeted them enthusiastically.
The two sat down at a table in silence. Wang Qiye carefully looked around.
This was a simple teahouse in the wilderness, with dilapidated windows and old tables and chairs, all made of ordinary wood from the mountains, and it seemed that they had been used for some time. Only the shopkeeper was fiddling with the beads, which made a clacking sound from time to time.
No matter how hard Wang Qiye racked his brains, this place had nothing to do with the famous black market.
"What kind of tea would you like?" the waiter greeted enthusiastically.
Wang Qiye didn't say anything, Duanmu Lan responded in a hoarse voice, "What kind of tea is available?"
The waiter smiled and said, "We have the best Maojian tea, the middle-grade New Spring Willow Leaf tea, and the inferior chrysanthemum tea."
Duanmu Lan responded: "I want all three pots."
The shopkeeper, who was using the abacus at this time, paused for a moment, but then continued to fiddle with the beads as if he hadn't heard anything.
The waiter was already smiling, his expression unchanged as he said, "There are only two of you, can you finish the drink?"
Duanmu Lan responded calmly: "If you can't finish it, take it with you."
"Okay, since you two insist on drinking these three pots of tea, please follow me." The waiter waved his hand and led the way.
"Boss, the distinguished guest wants three pots of tea. Why don't you open the tea cabinet and let the distinguished guest choose one or two?"
The shopkeeper then stopped what he was doing, put on a smile, reached into his sleeve and took out a key, and opened a container behind him.
The shopkeeper opened the door of the container and waved his hand. "Two distinguished guests, please."
Wang Qiye looked at the dark stairs leading to the underground and was still hesitating, but Duanmu Lan took the lead and walked into the container. Wang Qiye could only quickly follow.
They had only taken a few steps down when the container behind them closed again, and the surroundings were dark and silent. But the two of them were cultivators, so this little darkness could not make them unable to recognize things.
Just like that, they followed Duanmu Lan, walking up the stairs leading underground for a mile, and finally reached the underground.
A simple teleportation array appeared before his eyes, and Wang Qiye understood. It seemed that the black market operators were really cautious and made such trouble.
The two of them didn't say much. They stood on the teleportation array. Eight spirit stones were placed in the groove. A flash of light passed by, and the two of them disappeared here.
The shopkeeper, however, was still absent-minded, tapping his abacus beads.
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"Welcome to our two distinguished guests."
As soon as the two men were able to see things, they saw a pretty female cultivator who bowed respectfully to them.
"I'm number 126. It's my pleasure to serve you."
Wang Qiye still didn't say anything. It was his first time here and he had no experience. He was afraid that he would be kicked out of the black market if he said something wrong. But he could clearly feel that the No. 126 on the opposite side was much stronger than him. He must be at least a Jindan cultivator to give him this feeling.
Wang Qiye was secretly shocked. "The owner of this black market is so generous. Just by receiving a guest, he has such high strength. This is a proof of strength. Otherwise, how can he deter those who enter the black market with ulterior motives?"
It was Duanmu Lan who spoke again. "Take us to get a room."
"Would you like to open one room or two?"
The beautiful No. 126 said with a sweet smile.
"One room." Duanmu Lan responded indifferently.
Wang Qiye's mind became active. This black market lasted for five days, with free trading in the first two days and an auction in the last three days. During these five days, a man and a woman were alone in the same room, so it was inevitable that something would happen, right?
"Please follow me," said No. 126, and he waved his hand, leading the way.
Wang Qiye followed at the back. Having never seen the world, everything he saw was new to him.
At this moment, he didn't know where he was. There were wooden structures all around him. His cultivation was only at the second level, so he could only use his eyes to see. He didn't dare to release his spiritual consciousness to casually investigate the surroundings.
No. 126 led the two of them, turned around several times, stopped at the door of a room, and opened the door.
The two of them then walked in, and No. 126 followed in.
"My two distinguished guests, no matter how many times you come here, it's best to bring me with you when you go out. If I'm not with you, I'm afraid there will be some misunderstandings, and you may end up going to places you shouldn't go, and end up being killed on the spot. Don't blame me for not reminding you."
"Of course we know this." Duanmu Lan nodded.
No. 126 then smiled and said, "That's great. I'll be guarding the door the whole time. If you need anything, just call me."
After saying that, No. 126 left the room and closed the door.
Wang Qiye looked around the room. There was only a bed, a desk and a chair. The space was not big, and he couldn't help but become interested.
Although this room is made of wood, it is unknown what kind of wood is used. Spiritual consciousness cannot penetrate it. After searching carefully and finding no blind spots, Wang Qiye relaxed.
He then realized that Duanmu Lan had actually started to take off her clothes, and said with a sly smile, "Don't be so anxious, it's not night yet."
"Dirty, quickly change into the two pieces of clothing on the wall, and let's go to the black market square. We can basically buy the things of low-level monks in the square. The things auctioned are very far away from us, and even if we buy them, we can't use them for the time being, but we can also broaden our horizons."
As Duanmu Lan spoke, he had already taken off his black cloak and mask and burned them with fire. He then put on a cloak on the wall and a black full-face wooden mask, with a layer of lenses covering the eyes.
Wang Qiye felt a little disappointed, so he took off the cloak he was wearing and threw it on the ground, then took off the mask and threw it on the black cloak. Then he went to get the only remaining robe and mask on the wall.
By the time Wang Qiye was dressed, Duanmu Lan had already burned his cloak and mask to ashes.
Only then did Wang Qiye discover that the robes and masks of the two men were engraved with numbers, which were the room numbers of this room, and the numbers were the same.
The two of them then opened the door, and sure enough, No. 126 was waiting at the door, not leaving.
No. 126 bowed. "Where are you two going?"
"I came here to buy something." Duanmu Lan said proudly. This time she had a huge sum of money, and she was no longer as poor as she was in the past few years. She didn't even realize that her voice was a little loud today.
No. 126 smiled sincerely and saluted. "Please follow me, both of you."
After saying that, he led the way ahead.
Wang Qiye and Duanmu Lan hurriedly caught up. They were finally able to see what the real black market looked like. How could they not be excited?
They followed No. 126 again, turning many turns and meeting other cultivators along the way. There was a beautiful female cultivator leading the way. She was dressed the same as Wang Qiye and the others, except that the numbers on her clothes were different.
When they turned a corner, a large square appeared in front of them.
The stalls here are just like street vendors, spread out on the ground, except that the owner selling the goods is dressed the same as the two of them. If they weren't accompanied by a beautiful female cultivator, Wang Qiye would have thought that these were black market merchants.
There was an aisle in the middle, and the aisle was full of people dressed like Wang Qiye, some were strolling around, some were bargaining, and there were a lot of people. It seemed that this black market should have more than one entrance, and everyone came to this place from different entrances, otherwise there wouldn't be so many people.
"You two, if you want to set up a stall, you can also rent a stall in this square." No. 126 turned his head and said with a chuckle.
“It turns out that I can sell stolen goods myself here.” Wang Qiye understood. The black market is the largest place to sell stolen goods. If the price cannot be agreed upon, I can also set up a stall to sell them. No wonder the business is so good.