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Chapter 437 Buying Meat

Chapter 437 Buying Meat
There are several places in Taiyuan Prefecture that openly sell the flesh and blood of demons.

For example, the Demon Slayer Hall and the Butcher Shop in the Yamen... the Green Robe Gang also had stalls selling the flesh and blood of demons.

However, these specially licensed shops are relatively expensive, making them inaccessible to ordinary martial artists.

Where there is demand, there is business.

Some demon hunters and butchers have their own channels for selling demon flesh and blood privately.

Their prices are relatively more reasonable.

West City.

The area is filled with low-rise houses, muddy roads, and a pungent, lingering stench, making it a veritable slum.

At the second quarter of midnight, the dew was heavy and the wind was cold.

Dressed in a long black robe and wearing a wooden mask, Zhu Ju appeared in the narrow alley of the West City. After glancing around, he strolled into a dark street.

Shortly after.

In front of Zhao's Meat Shop.

"Mr. Zhao Fusheng?"

"it's me."

The gaunt old man, puffing on his pipe, opened his eyes at the sound and looked at me with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Buy meat."

Zhu Ju handed over a simple wooden plaque, which the other party took, weighed in his hand, and returned with a smile.

"Oh, it's a new friend introduced by an acquaintance. Come in!"

He turned around and pushed open the wooden door to the inner room, where a stall of more than a hundred square meters, emitting a chilly atmosphere, came into view.

On the long table.

Frozen pieces of demon flesh were neatly arranged.

Mysterious Ice Curse!
This is a low-level spell that can freeze flesh and blood to prevent the loss of its essence.

"First-tier rat demon, three taels of silver per catty; second-tier beast demon, five to ten taels of silver depending on the part; third-tier demon flesh and blood, twenty taels of silver per catty."

Zhao Fusheng squinted, the sparks from his cigarette flickering, and the smoke he exhaled transformed into a long dragon that danced in the room.

This person is very strong!

Zhu Ju's heart stirred slightly.

The formless divine light deep within his sea of consciousness reflected the other party's shadow. His seemingly thin body seemed to harbor a terrifying beast, and his strength was probably at the seventh rank. No wonder he could do and dare to do the business of selling the flesh and blood of demons.

"The price has gone up?"

Before coming, he inquired about the price.

The original owner's father was a regular here; the demon flesh and blood weren't nearly as expensive two months ago.

"It's been too chaotic outside lately, and there's been very little stock coming in, so prices naturally have to go up." Zhao Fusheng shrugged.

"My prices may not be the lowest in the city, but they are at least 30% cheaper than the official prices, and I would never sell inferior products."

"My friend came here through a referral, so he must have heard about my reputation."

"Hmm." Zhu Ju nodded. As far as he knew, the official price of third-tier demon flesh was thirty taels per pound.

The key issue is that there are limits.

After thinking for a moment, he spoke slowly:
"Fifty pounds each, pack them up for me."

"Oh!" Zhao Fusheng raised an eyebrow:

"Your way of buying is really rare."

The higher the grade of demon flesh, the better. If one's cultivation level is insufficient, consuming high-grade demon flesh will not only fail to enhance one's cultivation but will also be poisonous.

of course.

Some forces possess special methods that allow them to directly consume the processed flesh and blood of high-level demons.

But Taiyuan Prefecture certainly doesn't have this kind of power.

Therefore, most customers who buy demon flesh and blood buy the same tier, and very few buy every tier.

Despite saying that, Zhao Fusheng's hands kept moving, and after weighing the contents, he filled three bags.

"The total is 1,650 taels. You can give me 1,600 taels."

It's not cheap!

Beneath the mask, Zhu Ju's facial muscles twitched slightly.

The original owner came from a wealthy family and didn't have a strong concept of money, but she knew that an average family of four in the city would only spend about thirty taels a year.

The Zhu family's eighth-rank bodyguard, Zhang, only spent a thousand taels of silver a year, which was now exchanged for three bags of meat.

It also contains the flesh and blood of low-level demons.

'In a world where individual power is so immense, the gap between rich and poor is terrifying. The ability to cultivate through medicine is simply beyond the reach of a small-time wealthy family like the Zhu family.'

With a soft sigh, he took out a silver note and handed it over.

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The three bags were tied together and carried on Zhu Ju's shoulder. He walked along the road for a moment and then suddenly stopped. "Who?"

Zhu Ju stared at the alley entrance, his voice muffled:
"come out!"

"Tsk tsk..." A figure emerged from the alleyway, fiddling with a throwing knife in his hand.

"What a keen sense."

"Kid, you've never been here before, have you?"

"What's wrong?" Zhu Ju frowned, his gaze sweeping over the walls on either side, where two figures appeared.

The three men blocked his path in a triangular formation, and a faint killing intent emanated from them.

"Leave your belongings behind, and you may leave."

The leader grinned and said:
"otherwise……"

"Don't blame us three brothers for being impolite!"

"So they were highway robbers." Zhu Ju nodded.
"But you have quite the nerve, do you really think the government and the Green Robe Gang are pushovers?"

It's true that West City is chaotic, but it's also the territory of the Green Robe Gang, so robbery rarely happens there.

If this happens, it will be a challenge to the authority of the Green Robe Gang, and the consequences will be extremely serious.

"To hell with the Green Robe Gang! Others may fear them, but we don't!" a voice muttered from the wall.
"Boy!"

"Honestly put down what you have on you. We brothers saw you come out of Zhao's butcher shop, so you must have a lot of valuables on you."

"Never mind." The last person shook their head.
"Why waste words with him? Let's take advantage of the Green Robe Gang's absence from the city to suppress bandits and make as much money as possible."

Before he finished speaking, he had already lunged down with his knife.

The long sword coated with carbon powder was almost invisible in the night, with only a sharp gust of wind rushing towards them.

Zhu Juwei tilted his head slightly.

"Shh!"

A dagger flew past his cheek.

Sneak attack!

These three clearly had no intention of letting him go; even leaving his belongings behind would only lead to his death.

"call……"

The wind blew in my face.

Zhu Ju took a step back, and the long, black blade slashed down close to his body, just a hair's breadth away from landing on him.

It looked incredibly dangerous.

In reality, under the illumination of the formless divine light, he could perceive every move of the three of them.

The powerful primordial spirit made everything in Zhu Ju's eyes seem to move in slow motion.

Hidden weapons gleaming with a cold light, long blades whipping up gusts of wind, and longswords moving like sharp arrows.

Ninth-rank martial artist!
These three were all martial artists who had already entered the ranks, and the one wielding the long sword had reached the ninth rank.

No wonder they dared to do this kind of business on the territory of the Green Cop Gang.

Perfect!

'Test your abilities.'

With a swift movement, Zhu Ju closed in on the incoming swords and blades, then clenched his fist and threw a punch.

The man holding the knife in front of him was startled. He didn't have time to sheathe his knife and parry, so he suddenly raised his left arm and bent his elbow to meet the attack.

His reaction was incredibly fast, and his strength was ferocious.

"Peng!"

The forces clashed.

The two figures retreated simultaneously.

"Ninth Rank, Upper Grade!"

The burly man with the knife shouted in a muffled voice:

"Watch out, he's got a tough one!"

Zhu Ju flexed his wrists. This time, he did not use any fist techniques, but relied entirely on the strength of his physical body.

In other words…

'Is my physical strength now comparable to that of a ninth-grade upper-level cultivator?'

And actually.

His cultivation level was only at the initial stage of the ninth rank, just below the ninth rank.