Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 396 All sorts of demons and monsters join the fray! (4000)

"Newcomer!"

A creature wearing a straw hat gazed at the leisurely figure opposite it, its brows slightly furrowed.

Although they were strangers to each other in these private transactions, they had met a few times and could roughly tell whether they had met before.

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
"Qingluan greets everyone."

His voice was flat and indifferent.

"Qingluan, a fine title. I hope you will abide by the trading rules and refrain from doing anything that might cause misunderstanding among the fellow Daoists."

A cultivator spoke up to offer a reminder.

Then, the room fell silent again, as everyone waited for the remaining cultivators to arrive.

The candlelight flickered, the hall was dim, and indistinct figures sat on their thrones, their shadows cast on the walls, twisted and grotesque.

Time passed, and after an unknown period of time, the bronze gates opened one after another, and cultivators who concealed their appearances stepped in and sat on their thrones.

An hour later.

Twelve thrones, upon which sat twelve blurry figures, the atmosphere in the hall oppressive and silent.

"hey-hey!"

"It's clearly a legitimate transaction, but in this environment, it's as if we're all heretics."

A hoarse laugh echoed through the main hall.

Opposite the young man, a figure wearing a bamboo hat rested his arms on the bronze table.
"Among those present here, whose identities are complex, who can truly know whether there are any treacherous villains among them?"

"The demonic disaster has been quite severe lately."

Someone spoke up, directly refuting the claim.

"Whether you are a demonic cultivator or a righteous cultivator, just don't disturb our transaction."

"Hey, yeah, what does it have to do with us?"

A commotion arose, and the main hall became noisy.

……

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his hand, his knuckles slightly bent, and lightly tapped the bronze table.

Dangdang~
The sound of metal clashing drowned out the noise.

"Gentlemen, you've all rambled on enough. When shall we begin trading?"

He came here to exchange for spiritual items he needed, not to listen to their discussions.

In an instant, the hall fell silent.

After a moment, the monk sitting at the head of the table, his body hunched over and wearing a wooden mask, spoke:
"Fellow Daoist Qingluan is quite right. We have come here to trade, so let's not waste any more time."

"I'll go first in this private deal."

His hand emerged from the wide sleeve.

Stab it!

His palm tore open, and blood flowed out, staining the bronze table in front of him red.

The bright red blood seeped into the table at an extremely fast speed.

"I will not disclose what this transaction entails, regardless of what it involves."

In an instant, the bronze table emitted a faint glow, illuminating the room.

The bronze table is a secret treasure, used to make vows, and those who break them will pay a heavy price.

This is also why private trade fairs can continue.

Zhang Yuanzhu already knew about these trivial matters from the old monk Kongyu.

Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand, and purplish-gold blood rolled down.

Tick ​​tock!

Blood seeped into the bronze tabletop, and an inexplicable aura emerged, enveloping him.

"Information from the trade fair will not be leaked."

As the words drifted away, the aura surrounding him dissipated.

As the twelve figures all made their vows, the radiance of the bronze table slowly faded, and tranquility returned.

The hunched figure sitting at the head of the table no longer hesitated.

With a gentle tap of his hand on the bronze table, a ball of light appeared, revealing a section of wooden stake that bobbed and sank.

The moment the ball of light appeared, all the cultivators, including Zhang Yuanzhu, turned their gazes toward it, their eyes filled with astonishment.

"Such a powerful aura, so incredibly rich in laws and vitality—what exactly is this?"

Someone exclaimed in surprise, their voice filled with disbelief.

The monk, seated at the head of the table with a hunched back, gazed at the broken wooden stake through his mask, his eyes filled with complex emotions, and uttered each word slowly and deliberately:
"With the Golden Core bloodline as a guide and the Jianmu phantom as a foundation, the precious tree cultivated by countless treasures has nurtured life force and laws that have reached the limit of the Condensing Qi level."

"I use this wood to trade earth-attribute cultivation techniques, starting from the Qi Gathering Realm and ending at the peak of the Qi Condensation Realm. The corresponding spells and breakthrough prescriptions are all required."

The hall was silent, save for the hoarse whispers that drifted through the air.

When the person wearing the wooden mask described how the precious wood was cultivated, some people already had their own guesses.

After the other party fully revealed what he needed, Zhang Yuanzhu was almost certain of the other party's identity.

'A servant from the Du family, unwilling to be bound for life?'

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured to himself, a playful smile curving his lips beneath the mask.

He was naturally willing to give it a push, making the internal struggle within the Du family even more intense.

Of course, most importantly, he was still very interested in the precious wood in the hands of the Du family servants.

Before he could finish speaking, he had already begun:
"I do have a complete lineage of earth-attribute cultivation techniques, but..."

Zhang Yuanzhu raised his hand, and a jade book floated in his palm:
"One wooden stake isn't enough!"

The young man stared directly at the other person, his eyes deep and eerie.

The monk wearing the wooden mask fell silent for a moment before speaking:
"The precious wood is far more valuable than ordinary spiritual materials. In this trade for cultivation techniques, Qingluan, you are not at a loss."

Zhang Yuanzhu shook his head, rubbing the jade book between his fingers.

"If you are not willing to trade, let's see who else is willing to exchange with you."

The old servant, wearing a wooden mask, glanced at the silent monks, a bitter look in his eyes.

He reached into his robes, took out another piece of wood, and placed it into the ball of light.

"That's all. If you don't agree, let's end the deal here."

Zhang Yuanzhu glanced at the two wooden stakes and nodded slightly.

"Can!"

As the words fell, he raised his hand and tossed the jade book over.

The technique recorded in the jade book is called "Kun Yuan Zhen Yue Gong". It is a technique he obtained when he broke through the Tai Ri Dao Maiden. It is completely inherited and is enough to cultivate to the peak of the Ning Sha Realm.

Now, it's just the right time to use it as a resource to exchange for treasures.

The old servant wearing a wooden mask took the jade book and flicked it with his hand.

The two precious woods transformed into streams of light and floated in front of the young man.

The two checked the items they were trading on their own, and only after confirming that everything was correct did they put the items away.

"This transaction is complete. Next up."

The old servant whispered, leaning back against the throne, "I have no intention of making any more deals."

"Let me do it."

Sitting below the old servant was a burly man, full of vigor and vitality, who was not wearing a mask.

However, the other party must have changed their appearance, otherwise they wouldn't be so casual.

The burly man slapped the storage bag with his palm.

call out!
A streak of light flew out and transformed into a brass halberd, hovering in mid-air.

The halberd was ancient and simple, surrounded by wisps of golden mist. Even just hovering in mid-air, its sharpness could be felt, and cracks appeared in the surrounding space.

"The Great Wilderness Halberd is a mid-grade evil weapon, formed by condensing various precious materials with the evil energy of metal and stone."

The burly man, with a hearty expression, pointed to the halberd and explained it in detail.

At this moment, most of the cultivators gazed intently at the brass halberd.

Such a halberd is extremely precious. You must know that the higher the realm, the more powerful the tools required, and the more difficult they are to forge.

Even a mid-grade evil weapon is considered a decent tool for a peak-level True Person of Condensing Evil.

"Fellow Daoist, please speak frankly what you wish to trade."

One of the cultivators couldn't help but ask a question.

The burly man placed his palm on the bronze tabletop, his fingers clenched tightly, and spoke:
"Tao things..."

"Pfft~"

"Fellow Daoist, are you joking?"

The figure sitting opposite Zhang Yuanzhu, wearing a bamboo hat, sneered:
"Taoist artifacts are rare treasures born between heaven and earth. Peak True Persons of the Condensing Fiend Realm can use them to break through to the Golden Core Realm, and Golden Core True Monarchs can also use them to cultivate and improve their realm."

"It's just a mid-grade evil weapon, what are you thinking?"

The burly man's smile vanished, replaced by a serious expression.
"You misunderstand, sir. While mid-grade evil artifacts are valuable, they are far inferior to Dao artifacts. I only wish to obtain clues about Dao artifacts." "If anyone has concrete clues, they are welcome to trade evil artifacts."

The Han man was sincere, and the hall gradually fell silent.

The cultivators were all pondering; exchanging a clue to a Dao artifact for a mid-grade evil weapon was indeed a worthwhile trade.

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a graceful figure stood up from Zhang Yuanzhu's right and handed him a jade slip.

The burly man immediately stood up, took the jade slip, and carefully read through it.

He then handed over the Great Wilderness Halberd, which the jade slip carefully accepted.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were drawn to the two of them; the clues to the Dao artifacts and the mid-grade evil weapon were incredibly tempting.

Regardless of what the cultivators were thinking, the transaction continued as the burly man sat down.

"Wood-attribute divine liquid, refined by a Golden Core True Monarch, can enhance cultivation, improve understanding of laws, and facilitate the trading of Golden Core manuals."

"Inferior-grade weapon, traded for breakthrough pills."

"A secret method to ride the wind, trading precious fruits."

……

Rare treasures appeared one after another, some were traded, and others left disappointed.

These treasures and spiritual objects are at least at the level of Qi Condensation, and are of extremely high quality.

Time passed quickly, and soon it was the youth's turn.

Zhang Yuanzhu slowly lowered his hand, which had been supporting his chin, and placed it on the bronze table.

slap~
A stone box appeared, shrouded in a light blue mist.

With a flick of the fingertip, the stone box opened directly.

In an instant, a blue light rose up, burning like a raging flame, and a rich vitality permeated every tiny place.

"A half portion of Yin Sha of Yi Wood, a tailless black snake, or a Fusion Flower are all acceptable for exchange."

Zhang Yuanzhu tapped his knuckles lightly on the table, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

The hall was silent; no one spoke.

A hint of disappointment flashed in Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes. He reached out his hand to close the stone box.

"Hey!"

"I do have one of the two poisons, but the evil energy of the Wood element is useless to it, so I need to trade it for something else."

The man in the straw hat spoke softly, but his heart was filled with excitement.

Although the two poisonous items were precious, they were not worth the Yi Wood Killing Qi. The fact that the other party offered them up for trade clearly indicated that the poisonous items had other uses for Qingluan.

In this way, one might gain even greater benefits.

Click!

The stone box closed, and the blue light disappeared.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the man in the straw hat sitting opposite him and uttered a single word:
"Say!"

"I want the piece of precious wood that you just acquired, fellow Daoist."

As the words fell, Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled into a smile. He really dared to speak up.

They're dealing with poisonous creatures that are barely at the Foundation Establishment level, yet they want to trade for precious wood that's rare even at the Condensation Realm.

But even if I give it to you, can you take it away?
The young man took a piece of precious wood from his pocket and threw it over.

Bang!

The precious wood rolled down in front of the man in the straw hat.

"take it!"

At this moment, the man in the straw hat was on edge, his eyes fixed on the precious wood, filled with both greed and fear.

He was prepared to argue and discuss with the other party, but now it was given to him so easily.

Having cultivated to such a level, he was never a fool; there were only two possibilities for why the other party did this.

The poison was more precious to Qingluan than he had imagined; since the other party wanted to kill him, they naturally didn't care about the difference in value between the precious wood and the poison.

For a moment, no one spoke, and all eyes were on the two of them.

The man in the straw hat calmed himself, stretched out his hand, picked up the precious wood, and examined it carefully:

"It is indeed a rare treasure. I have come out ahead in this deal."

With a flick of his wrist, a long, jet-black snake appeared in his palm.

The snake was long and slender, with an inverted triangular head and cold, bloodthirsty eyes.

This is absolutely a ferocious monster!

"Tailless black snake, Fellow Daoist Qingluan, please keep it safe."

Before the words had even finished, the black snake shot out like an arrow released from a bow.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the black snake, his smile deepening beneath the mask.

A fair hand extends.

Snapped!
With a gentle pinch of five fingers, the black snake's body suddenly stiffened and then went limp.

He gently rubbed the scales with his palm, and lines spread from his fingertips across the snake's body, covering it, and then stored it in his storage bag.

The young man chuckled softly, a hint of pleasure in his voice.

"Which fellow Daoist possesses the Spirit Fusion Flower? I also have a piece of precious wood that I can trade with."

No one responded; the group remained silent.

The man in the straw hat sitting opposite him grew increasingly serious; Qingluan's brief attack had already terrified him.

That was a black serpent at the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm, yet it was so easily subdued.

Time passed, and the trading continued.

A graceful figure sitting to Zhang Yuanzhu's right extended her jade-like hand and rubbed it against the bronze table.

The woman had a graceful figure, exuded a faint fragrance, and wore a light veil that obscured her face.

"I have already obtained the items I need and will not trade further."

After passing the woman, the remaining cultivators took turns bringing out their precious treasures to exchange for the resources they needed.

A cup of tea!

One stick of incense!
The private transaction officially ended half an hour later.

The old servant wearing a wooden mask was the first to stand up and stride out of the hall. His hoarse voice, along with the sound of his footsteps, echoed through the space.

"As usual, the second person leaves after one incense stick has burned."

Crunch!

The gates were wide open, and the old servant left the main hall without a trace.

After an incense stick had burned, the burly man who had obtained the clue to the artifact stood up, his figure flashed and disappeared.

After each incense stick has burned, one cultivator will leave.

Soon, it was the turn of the figure opposite the young man.

The man in the straw hat slowly rose and looked down:

"Fellow Daoist, do not make a mistake for yourself."

As the words drifted by, the figure seemed to dissipate like clouds and mist.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were calm and undisturbed as he waited for time to pass.

About half an hour later, Zhang Yuanzhu stood up and prepared to leave.

A woman's voice entered my mind.

"If you wish to kill that person, simply wait a moment at Yingchun Pavilion."

The young man paused slightly, his gaze falling to the woman beside him.

He felt a sense of familiarity, and considering the location, he already had some guesses in his mind.

Then, he slowly walked out of the hall.

As soon as they stepped out of the main hall, a scantily clad, beautiful woman came into view.

It was the beautiful woman who brought him in.

However, at this moment, the woman's face had lost its charm and was full of respect.

"Senior, please follow me, Miss will be here soon."

Zhang Yuanzhu's arms hung naturally at his sides, his gaze fixed on the woman, exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Like a towering mountain pressing down, heavy and tyrannical.

The beautiful woman trembled, her expression growing increasingly respectful, and repeated her words once more:

"Please come with me, the young lady will be here shortly."

The corridor fell silent, becoming increasingly oppressive.

After an unknown amount of time, a deep, resonant voice finally reached the other end.

"lead the way!"

(End of this chapter)