Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 422 - 416: Yibao (Part 1)

Chapter 422: Chapter 416: Yibao (Part 1)

"Still the same old rules."

The man in the silver robe clapped his hands.

At once, a string of beautiful girls and boys, wearing only palm-sized pieces of cloth covering their **** and lower bodies, filed out of the darkness.

These people carried all kinds of fruits, cakes, wines, and beverages, stopping beside each cultivator.

"These female and male slaves, you all may take with you as gifts. As for the trade meeting, I as the host can provide the venue, settle required Spirit Jades, authenticate authenticity, and ensure absolute safety. We’ll extract a hundred Spirit Jades from each transaction. Any objections?"

The man in the silver robe spoke indifferently.

No one spoke. Most just nodded slowly.

Lin Xin, however, glanced at the group of slaves that had just entered, his gaze lingering slightly on one of the girls, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

This girl’s aura was exactly the same as the one who had entered with them earlier. Although her cultivation fluctuations had changed, everything else including the scent of her body had been altered. But with his extremely sharp senses, he could still detect that this girl’s breathing, blood flow, heartbeat, and spiritual essence, which were impossible to change.

Moreover, she possessed an extremely special thing on her.

"Let us begin, I can hardly wait!" the Flying Corpse King said coldly.

A beautiful girl stood behind him, trembling slightly.

After being controlled, these girls could almost never leave again. They would either die or become playthings. This girl, disguised as a female slave, must have some scheme in mind.

But a powerful force like the Jade Black Market could experience similar plots and attacks, managing to stand robust for so many years without chaos.

Obviously, they had encountered such incidents countless times before.

If it were so easy to infiltrate and cause trouble, then the Jade Market wouldn’t be known as one of the largest black markets in Central Prefecture.

Sitting in his chair, Lin Xin casually swept his gaze over all the male and female slaves that had come in and then seemed inadvertently to let his eyes fall on that girl.

She seemed to sense something was amiss and her skin trembled slightly. She also seemed to recognize Lin Xin’s identity.

The man in the silver robe also glanced casually over the girl, as if he hadn’t noticed anything unusual about her.

But as the top-notch black market trading hall, would they let an unknown person easily sneak in?

This was absolutely inconceivable. It was more likely that the organizers were turning a blind eye or perhaps they simply didn’t care about this little one.

With the answer in his mind, Lin Xin went on to look at the other cultivators and immediately noticed that several of them had playful looks in their eyes as they watched the girl.

"You, come here."

Lin Xin suddenly spoke, pointing at the girl.

The female slaves had not yet been assigned, and his active selection of her was just a whim.

Earlier, this girl had spoken insolently, and now it was an opportunity to return the favor.

"Sir, this female slave is likely one of those who infiltrated with ulterior motives. Perhaps you’d prefer another?" At that moment, the man in the silver robe’s voice transmission came, entering Lin Xin’s ears.

"No need," Lin Xin shook his head. "Her."

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as he was just curious to see what this girl was up to by entering here.

"Very well," the man in the silver robe didn’t say much. His lips moved slightly, and the girl promptly walked over to stand behind Lin Xin, steadying herself.

"Such a fine toy, and you want to enjoy her all by yourself?" However, before the girl could stand still for long, the Flying Corpse King spoke up with a sneer.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Lin Xin’s gaze swept over to meet him, as they both emitted a surge of murderous intent.

"I hope you can still say that later," the Flying Corpse King replied coldly.

Lin Xin snorted and no longer paid attention to him.

At this time, the man in the silver robe had already stood in the center, looking around at the guests in the twenty-person hall number one, each an absolute overlord. Even the weakest was a top expert capable of escaping from a Yuan Jing cultivator’s clutches.

"Alright, now to finish up the lingering transactions from last time. The Hermit of the Cupped Snow and Kong Jinaan, we’ve found the required Peacock Ring Feathers, but the required price will temporarily increase by ten percent. To obtain this item, our Jade Black Market has also paid quite a price with a Yuan Jing elder involved. I hope you both understand," the man in the silver robe announced seriously.

"Of course, we understand," a tall figure shrouded in dark shadows said. "We’ve heard about the matter, and your side indeed made a great effort and suffered losses. The increase is justified."

Another woman with a teardrop-shaped blue jade on her forehead also nodded slightly.

"Agreed."

The man in the silver robe didn’t say much, and the crystal pillar behind him slowly lit up with white light, revealing two white brocade boxes that automatically flew toward these two guests.

They each carefully stored the boxes and fell silent.

"Next is the Green Shadow Lord. We’ve obtained the Thousand Mountain Dragon Seal you needed. However, the process was smooth, so the original price will be reduced by twenty percent."

"Most gracious," another individual shrouded in red, neither fully male nor female, said with a smile.

Another small, exquisite red seal, delicately carved with faint dragon-shaped Spiritual Energy swirling around it, floated out from the crystal pillar, flying toward this person, then landed in his hand.

Then, one by one, the remaining transactions from last time continued to be finalized.

Within the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, all were thoroughly concluded—not a single failure, all successful.

This put Lin Xin on alert; indeed, the Emerald Black Market had a mysterious background and overwhelming might.

"Next, it is time for each of you to propose your own trades,"

the man in the silver robe stepped back, bowing slightly to the various participants around him.

From the first seat, a seductive woman clad in black robes spoke up in a delicate voice.

"The item I wish to trade is a Hundred Eight Thousand Years Pouch, which has enough space inside to accommodate half a mountain and also possesses the effects of trapping enemies and deterring people. It is a Fourth Grade lower-tier Magic Artifact, and I wish to exchange it for one Pureblood Hundred Colors Flower."

"Pureblood Hundred Colors Flower... I have one, but one Hundred Eight Thousand Years Pouch is not enough. You have to add a piece of Spiritual Marrow," someone immediately spoke out, wanting to trade.

Both parties communicated directly through voice transmission, quickly came to terms, and directly exchanged items, with the entire process being verified under the notarization of the Emerald Black Market’s organizers.

"The item I hold is a Ten Thousand Charm Demon Bead, the treasured relic of the Mysterious Yin Cult before its destruction three thousand years ago. It’s a Fourth Grade upper-tier artifact, with the mysterious ability to bewitch enemies and kill without a trace. I wish to exchange it for one hundred, hundred-year-old Mud Ox Horns."

The second trader immediately announced what he needed.

Mud Oxen are extremely rare by themselves, with lifespans of at most ten years, and a hundred years old Mud Ox Horn is an exceptionally precious top-tier item. Therefore, even though several cultivators were covetous of his Ten Thousand Charm Demon Bead and asked through voice transmission if they could replace it with something else, he rejected them all.

Subsequently, cultivators took turns speaking out, announcing the trade goods they held and the items they desired.

And with each declaration, a beam of light would shoot directly from the crystal pillar, materializing a corresponding image of the treasure in front of them.

Above was the treasure they held, below was the item they sought.

Clear and straightforward—you could tell their requirements at a glance. The Emerald Black Market had indeed exhausted every method to facilitate these trades.

Soon it was Lin Xin’s turn.

He scanned the surroundings, didn’t take out any item he held, but spoke up directly.

"I require pure blood qi of sufficient quality, the more the better. As for the trade goods, feel free to pick any of these pills."

With a flick of his hand, immediately over a dozen treasures sprang into the air, appearing in front of him.

What emerged were bottles of emerald-green pills labeled "Yang Gathering Pill," each shrouded in wisps of green vitality, as if at any moment they could spontaneously generate green bamboo from thin air.

These pills were the most precious items Lin Xin could offer without revealing his identity.

The Yang Gathering Pill is considered a special medicine effective even for top experts in the Dao Seeking Realm, capable of refining impurities in a Dao seeker’s body, enhancing the chance of perceiving the Yuan Jing, and increasing cultivation.

Of course, this enhancement is minuscule, but it is one of the rare medicines that can be helpful in breaking through to the Yuan Jing.

Lin Xin did not know from which top expert he had scrounged these pills, but after tossing out other miscellaneous items, he kept this one reserved for trade.

As expected, as soon as he offered the item, a flurry of covetous gazes immediately landed on it, with some even staring directly at him, obviously harboring ill intentions.

"What a treasure, hehehe, Yang Gathering Pills, no one would ever have too many of these," cackled an old crone missing a front tooth.

"As for blood qi, this old woman indeed has plenty. Take a look and see if it’s enough for you," she said.

She casually tossed a silver bottle shaped like a water flask, which spun as it flew towards Lin Xin.

"I also possess something, filled with the blood qi of tens of thousands, all from the Outer Realm Races. I wonder if it might meet your requirements," another person clad in black robes threw out a bead that shot towards Lin Xin.

"I have something here as well."

"I also possess one,"

immediately, one after the other, cultivators made their offers. For those present, even if their own potential had been exhausted and the Yang Gathering Pills were useless to them, acquiring one to favor a protégé was invaluable. Such pills could only be refined by a Pill Master at the Grandmaster Level, and no such masters had emerged for a thousand years. With the Yang Gathering Pills dwindling, they naturally became all the more precious and not to be missed.

In no time, Lin Xin had several additional treasures laid out before him, all storage-type items. Even the Fire God Child offered a disk-shaped artifact, its surface a dark red as though it had been coated with an untold amount of Blood Ointment.

Lin Xin assessed each item, weighing their differences.

He had no need for the Yang Gathering Pills. These pills operated on the principle of enhancing the body’s physical aptitude to increase the chances of comprehending the Yuan Jing.

However, his own body had already been refined by attribute points to far surpass the physicality of common Yuan Jing Cultivators. He suspected that aside from top-tier demons and monsters, no other Yuan Jing could match his body’s strength. After all, Yuan Jing relied on a Protective Aura or Protective Magic Treasure, or methods like the Yuan Jing Domain.

After sifting through the assortment, Lin Xin chose three items—each containing blood qi of extremely pure quality and plentiful quantity. They were a water tank, a small blood-red flag, and a triangular scrap of cloth.

"Just these three, my apologies to the rest," Lin Xin stated.

He could sense that the blood qi in these three items was terrifyingly potent, with a combined volume nearly several times that of the Blood Talisman he had previously condensed through the Giant Maw Wansha Technique. In terms of value, they were almost on par with the Yang Gathering Pills.

If he could successfully use them, he estimated he wouldn’t be short on blood qi for quite some time.

After having the Yang Gathering Pills and the blood qi treasures authenticated by the Emerald Black Market, the trades were individually completed.