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The surrounding outside cultivators, witnessing the Eight-Armed Soul Clan leader's swift and decisive actions, turned pale and involuntarily took several steps back.

As they watched the figures being kicked into the abyss and listened to their short, piercing screams, their hearts were filled with fear and chill.

These indigenous people are far more ruthless than people imagine; they will kill without hesitation at the slightest disagreement, leaving no room for negotiation.

Those who were secretly gloating and waiting to see Shi Hao make a fool of himself all shut their mouths now, not daring to breathe, for fear that they would be the next ones to be kicked into the abyss.

The leader of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan turned around, his gaze falling back on Shi Hao, his deep eyes filled with an undisguised fervor.

He took a step forward and asked in a hoarse voice, "Human cultivator, would you like to exchange the things you brought up from below with us? Our clan is willing to offer up the treasures we hold dear. Just name your price."

Shi Hao looked at the eight-armed Soul Clan leader in front of him, and then glanced at the other natives beside him who also had burning eyes.

He remained silent for a moment, then took out several items from the cave.

He found these things on the stone walls of the abyss.

Among them were several pieces of broken scales, broken feathers, and a piece of bone with indistinct runes.

"What I want is very simple."

Shi Hao looked up at the man and said, "Divine medicine, or holy medicine. If you can offer something that satisfies me, you can take these. If you can't, then forget it. I won't force you."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding outside cultivators gasped in shock.

Their eyes were filled with disbelief as they looked at Shi Hao.

This kid actually dares to bargain in front of the local leader of the Burial Realm?

Those were all beings at the Celestial God Realm, each leading a large clan, their strength unfathomable.

Shi Hao dared to make such blatant demands; he was simply courting death.

"Has this kid gone mad? He dares to negotiate with these local leaders?"

"I think he's tired of living. These natives can survive in a place like the Burial Realm, and every single one of them is ruthless. If you really anger them, even if Huang is a great fighter, he can't withstand the siege of a group of Heavenly Gods."

"Let's wait and see how he gets out of this mess. If he angers these old guys, he'll be lucky to escape with his life."

Whispers rose and fell, but no one dared to speak out loud; they could only mutter to themselves.

However, the indigenous people were not as enraged as they had imagined.

The leader of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan remained silent for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the items Shi Hao had thrown out. His lips twitched slightly, as if he were somewhat troubled.

Their clan lived deep within the Burial Realm. Although they had accumulated many unique materials and artifacts, divine medicines and sacred medicines were extremely rare.

Because there are very few places suitable for growing medicinal herbs on this land, most of them have been occupied by other groups.

They traded the clan's treasured medicinal herbs for these...

To be honest, he was a little reluctant to part with it.

However, just as the leader of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan was hesitating, another figure stepped out from the crowd.

"Young man, I can exchange what you have for these. My clan has several sacred herbs that have been treasured for countless years. Although they cannot make you reach the heavens in one step, they are enough to allow a cultivator in the Divine Fire Realm to break through a small realm."

This was an old man with a hunched back, gray hair, and a withered face, but his eyes were like two deep pools, with a clear understanding of the vicissitudes of life.

Shi Hao looked at the old man, about to nod in agreement, when the old man took another step closer and lowered his voice, saying, "However, I would like to ask you something privately. Do you possess any other divine objects? For example... some kind of branch imbued with life?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Hao's heart tightened, and his eyes flickered unconsciously.

The willow god's branch lay quietly in his cave, alongside the golden willow leaves.

He hadn't expected that the old man could actually sense the aura of the willow branch.

It seems that the connection between these native inhabitants of the burial world and the Willow God is much deeper than he imagined.

Shi Hao was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "I do have that branch, but it is of utmost importance to me and I will not use it for exchange. Apart from that, I can consider anything else."

The old man gave him a deep look, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, but said nothing more.

"Alright, let's do it your way. The holy medicine will be exchanged for those things. It's a fair trade."

With a wave of his hand, several sacred herbs, translucent and radiating a rich life force, floated in front of Shi Hao.

Shi Hao reached out and took it, carefully sensed it for a moment, and after confirming that it was correct, he casually waved his hand and sent the scales, broken feathers and fragments of bone on the ground over.

The old man took the items, a satisfied look on his face, and turned to walk back into the crowd.

However, Shi Hao soon realized that he had been too happy.

Although the old man did not mention the willow branch again, he did not actually go far.

The other person stopped at the edge of the crowd and stood there like a wooden stake, glancing at him from time to time, as if waiting to see what good things he would bring out next.

The other local leaders also tacitly stayed behind, scattered in twos and threes nearby, following Shi Hao and his group like ghosts. They neither tried to rob them nor harassed them, just staying at a distance, like a group of persistent leeches.

Lin Dong glanced back and whispered a reminder, "Brother Shi Hao, those old guys... seem to be clinging to us."

Shi Hao noticed it too, and he sighed helplessly: "Let them be. As long as they don't make a move, just pretend we didn't see anything."

After leaving the abyss area, Shi Hao and his group headed towards the center of the Burial City.

As they approached the burial city, a magnificent hall appeared before them.

The entire hall was made of jade, and the steps were crystal clear, like a layer of solidified water.

In front of the hall was a white jade arched bridge, with a stream flowing beneath it. Several unknown spiritual flowers floated on the water, emitting a faint glow, standing out conspicuously in the hazy burial city.

"An auction house?"

Shi Hao looked up at the ancient plaque hanging at the entrance of the hall, which had two large characters written on it.

Wanbao.

Cao Yusheng nodded and said, "The largest auction house in the Burial City is also the only safe trading area in the entire Burial Realm. Even hostile forces cannot make a move here, otherwise they will be attacked by all the native inhabitants of the Burial Realm. Therefore, many cultivators are willing to bring their good items here to trade."

Shi Hao was about to step inside when he suddenly stopped.

Because he saw someone.

The man was standing at the entrance of the hall, leaning against a jade pillar, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.

The other person had long gray hair, a cold face, and deep, unfathomable eyes. But what was most striking was the pair of strange wings on his back.

The left wing is as black as ink, and the right wing is as white as snow. The interplay of black and white carries a rhythmic interplay of yin and yang, as if it contains some profound truth of the universe.

The moment Shi Hao saw him, he knew that this person must have taken that step and cultivated immortal energy.

Although the aura was subtle, it was exceptionally clear to him.

"It's that fallen god's child."

Qingyi said in a low voice, her expression somewhat solemn: "I didn't expect him to come in person."

The Fallen God Child slowly straightened up, his gaze falling on Shi Hao, revealing a meaningful smile: "Huang, you've finally arrived. I've sent people to invite you many times, but you haven't even given a reply. You've certainly got quite the airs."

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