I am a coroner, and I have some knowledge of martial arts!

The black market is a mixed bag.

You might randomly run into a top-tier celebrity, or you might bump into a large number of ordinary people.

It is precisely because of this special circumstance that the authorities have been unable to completely eradicate the black market, even when they wanted to do so.

Wearing a mask, Su Wuchen strolled leisurely to the entrance of the black market outside Jiangcheng.

He had been to this place before with Sun Shouzhen, simply out of curiosity and a desire for something new.

After paying 100 yuan as usual, Su Wuchen received the token to enter the black market.

Having a sign proves you're a customer of the black market; not having a sign means you've infiltrated it, and the consequences are self-evident.

Ordinary people, in particular, would not dare to set foot on the black market without this brand, because everything they own would become material for others to sell, including but not limited to corpses...

As for cultivators, they are in a slightly better position. With their cultivation, they can avoid it to some extent, but the final result is as described above.

Stepping into the black market, one sees passersby wearing strange masks, or perhaps other unusual appearances, searching and discussing what they need.

Near the entrance, most of the stalls were set up by ordinary people or cultivators with lower cultivation levels; there was nothing particularly novel about them.

The truly good things are always at the very bottom.

After navigating two streets, Su Wuchen arrived at a large tent.

Those who can set up tents in the black market are either very powerful or have a very strong background!

No matter who it is, everyone must abide by the other party's rules.

unless……

Big enough fist!

Wanwu Pavilion.

Su Wuchen stood outside the tent, looked at the names on it, and walked in with a smile.

The tent may appear small, but its interior space is actually quite large.

Some customers, also dressed in disguise, were searching for what they needed at each counter.

Su Wuchen's arrival went unnoticed by others.

"Hello, what do you need?"

"I have some things, do you accept them from the Wanwu Pavilion?"

"receive."

The waiter, wearing a fox mask, spoke in a clear, melodious voice, "No matter what it is, Wanwu Pavilion can accept it all."

"I have a lot of things, so please find someone who can make decisions for me."

"good!"

"plz follow me."

The waiter nodded and led Su Wuchen inside.

During this period, the secret realm outside Jiangcheng has been making headlines. It's not uncommon for people to bring out large quantities of rare and precious materials from the secret realm.

After leading Su Wuchen to a private room, the waiter smiled and said, "Please wait a moment, our manager will be here shortly."

"Would you like tea or coffee, sir?"

"Anything is fine."

Su Wuchen casually agreed, and after the waiter handed him a cup of coffee, he smiled and turned to leave.

Just a few minutes later, a manager wearing an old cat mask walked in from behind the door opposite Su Wuchen.

"Hello sir, I'm Old Cat, and I'm in charge of selling your items."

The visitor gave a brief self-introduction and said with a smile, "Sir, could you please take out your belongings so I can have a look?"

"certainly."

Su Wuchen raised his hand and tossed a storage bag over.

The old cat reacted quickly, reaching out to grab it, smiling at Su Wuchen, and then opening the storage bag.

He's definitely a master.

Su Wuchen smiled, picked up his coffee, and waited quietly.

How could there be such a thing?

The old cat was startled when it opened the storage bag.

It's not uncommon for people to bring rare and precious materials to sell before, but it's extremely rare to find someone like Su Wuchen who has filled an entire storage bag with treasures!

This place contains not only a wide variety of medicinal herbs, but also all sorts of weapons and basic martial arts techniques, which are truly astonishing.

How many cultivators must one have to accumulate such a storage bag?

Old Cat's mind raced, and his voice softened with a hint of friendliness, "Sir, are you going to exchange everything here for cash?"

"How much do you think it's worth?"

"At least two million."

The old cat pondered for a moment and said, "Some things would fetch a higher price if they were auctioned off."

"What if we leave it to you to handle?"

"Um……"

Old Cat glanced at the items in the storage bag again and said slowly, "If you are willing to sell everything in this storage bag, I can give you two million two hundred thousand!"

"That's quite fair."

"Our Wanwu Pavilion upholds fairness, and our reputation is deeply rooted in people's hearts."

"Alright, I'll leave it to you."

Su Wuchen nodded, then took out another storage bag and tossed it over, "I'll give you the contents of this bag as well."

"...?"

Grass!

Could this guy have robbed all the cultivators in the secret realm?

After checking the storage bag, Old Cat took a deep breath and said, "Five million! I can give you five million, sir!"

"Can."

"Would you like cash or a bank transfer, sir?"

Aren't you afraid of being investigated for transferring money?

"Sir, you can rest assured about that. If it were discovered, we wouldn't have done it."

"Um……"

Su Wuchen nodded. "That's not urgent. I want to buy some information from you."

Old Cat sat up straight with a smile, showing his enthusiasm without reservation towards such a distinguished customer. "What kind of information do you want, sir?"

"The price of information from our Wanwu Pavilion varies depending on the type of information."

Su Wuchen pondered for a moment and then said, "I want to know, what are the differences between martial cultivators before the destruction of the Abyss Ruins and those now?"

"...?"

The old cat's eyes, hidden behind the mask, held a scrutinizing look as he slowly leaned back in his chair.

"Sir, are you aware that this is a secret of all the major sects?"

Su Wuchen nodded.

Before coming to the black market, he did some research online but didn't get the information he wanted; historical records were completely ignored.

This shows how tightly these matters were kept secret by the major sects.

"Since you know, sir, I won't waste any more words. This information is worth two million."

"explain."

Seeing Su Wuchen agree so readily, the old cat smiled, stood up, picked up the teapot, and poured himself a cup of tea.

"This is a long story. Based on the information we have obtained from various sources, there are clear differences between the old and new techniques."

"Old techniques, new techniques?"

"Yes, the old techniques refer to the methods of cultivation used by all cultivators before the destruction of the Abyss Ruins. The methods we cultivate now are those discovered by powerful figures from all sides in the secret realm after the destruction of the Abyss Ruins. After years of integration and refinement, they are called the new techniques."

Old Cat, holding a teacup, sat opposite Su Wuchen and began to speak slowly.

"The old techniques were originally stronger and more terrifying than the new ones! But it was precisely because they were too powerful that an unwritten rule was formed among the major sects: apart from their own direct descendants, no one else was qualified to cultivate them."

Even if you join a major sect and become one of their direct disciples, you still need to pass through layers of assessments before they will reveal their true old techniques.

Su Wuchen frowned: "But the new technique, after years of refinement, should be stronger than the old one..."

"No, no, no."

The old cat smiled and shook his head. "You've never seen a practitioner of ancient arts, so you naturally don't know how terrifying they are."

Let me give you an analogy.

"If you are a fifth-rank martial artist, you are already a renowned expert in your region, but in front of those who practice old techniques, you are nothing but a worthless piece of trash."

"Even a sixth-grade practitioner of old techniques can defeat, and even kill, a fifth-grade practitioner of new techniques!"