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

"Sir, do you need to purchase any other information or materials?"

"I'm not buying it."

Su Wuchen shook his head.

He demanded two million just for some information about martial arts cultivation. If I asked him for anything else, I'm afraid I'd not only have to hand over all the contents of my two storage bags, but I'd also have to pay him some of my own money.

"Alright, the transaction is complete. You still have three million. Cash or bank transfer?"

"Transfer the money."

Su Wuchen nodded. "By the way, your Wanwu Pavilion is known for accepting everything and having all sorts of things."

"So, you must have quite a few weapons and equipment for mortals here, right?"

Old Cat grinned: "Of course, we do. What kind of weapons and equipment would you like, sir?"

"Could you show me something new?"

"sure."

After a moment's thought, the old cat nodded with a smile, "Sir, you are a distinguished guest of our Myriad Things Pavilion. Shall I show you around?"

Su Wuchen: "That would be the best possible outcome."

The old cat stood up. "Please come with me."

Following Old Cat out of the private room, the two did not head towards the main hall, but instead went towards the back.

After passing through several doors, in a relatively small room, several people wearing various masks were standing and selecting something near the counter.

The old cat chuckled, "These counters contain some mortal weapons that we have carefully prepared. Possessing such weapons can easily threaten cultivators."

"Even an eighth-rank cultivator could die at the hands of an ordinary person with no cultivation whatsoever!"

This is great.

Su Wuchen was secretly amazed.

If an ordinary person can kill a cultivator with just a weapon, then who would bother cultivating?

Would those gentlemen who have painstakingly cultivated themselves to the point of not eating beef allow such a weapon to exist, to the point of threatening their status and lives?

That's impossible, of course.

Su Wuchen approached the counter and saw various firearms, crossbows, and grenades displayed inside the glass case.

However, these guns and grenades were different from those he had obtained from Oni and the other man.

Are there many people buying these items?

"Of course there are quite a few."

The old cat explained with a smile, "Not everyone can cultivate; everyone needs something to protect themselves."

Su Wuchen raised an eyebrow and asked, "I see that this counter is full of weapons, why aren't there any armor or anything like that?"

The old cat glanced at Su Wuchen and said with a chuckle, "Too precious."

"precious?"

"A piece of armor that can withstand an attack from a ninth-rank cultivator starts at 500,000. Ordinary people, even ordinary cultivators, simply cannot afford it."

Old Cat explained, "If it's armor that can withstand the attacks of eighth- or seventh-grade cultivators, then it's worth several million or even tens of millions!"

"With so much money, it's more worthwhile to improve your strength than to buy a piece of armor."

"If it were given to an ordinary person, well..."

"Even if the armor withstands most of the force, the remaining force will still kill him inside the armor."

"so……"

The old cat didn't say anything more, but the answer was already obvious.

Armor is extremely valuable, but its effectiveness is poor.

Who would spend so much money to buy an expensive set of armor?

I disagree.

At this moment, a man wearing a mandrill mask chimed in with a smile, "Each direct disciple of the major sects has one."

Old Cat glanced at the other party and laughed, "You said it yourself, he's a disciple of a major sect, so naturally he's not short of money."

Su Wuchen: "Even disciples from major sects are included?"

The mandrill man said, "Only direct descendants or disciples recognized by the sect are qualified. Each set of armor possessed by these people is worth tens of millions or even hundreds of millions."

Su Wuchen couldn't help but smack his lips, his mouth watering with envy.

A direct descendant of a sect can have a set of armor worth tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions, while he only earned a few million after risking his life in the secret realm.

Feeling blue and sad, like a mushroom.

Seeing that the other party wanted to start a conversation on this topic, Old Cat smiled and changed his tune, saying, "Mr. Chi, are you sure you've got it figured out?"

Su Wuchen pointed to the grenades under the counter and said with a smile, "Give me two grenades."

Old Cat nodded to the salesperson and reminded him, "Mr. Chi, the blast radius of a grenade is quite large. It's best to leave immediately after using it to avoid injuring yourself."

"clear."

"You old cat, you're not being honest. You only tell half the story."

"you mean?"

"Anyone who uses this type of weapon to injure others will be identified as an evil cultivator. Have you thought it through?"

Faced with the mandrill's reminder, Su Wuchen thought seriously for a moment, "As long as I don't hurt anyone, it'll be fine, right?"

"Yes, but if you're not going to kill to protect yourself, then why did you buy it?"

"Fried fish."

"...?"

A grenade powerful enough to blow up a cultivator at the ninth-grade Great Perfection realm, is it really going to be used to blast fish?

Not only did the mandrill look strange, but even the old cat looked at Su Wuchen with a hint of confusion.

"Sir, here's your grenade."

"This is troublesome."

Su Wuchen nodded, casually tossed it into his storage bag, and then took his leave.

After watching Su Wuchen leave, the old cat looked at the mandrill with a smile, "I wonder what this gentleman needs?"

Hehe, that's interesting.

The mandrill withdrew its gaze, looked at the old cat, and calmly said, "Gu worm."

"What?"

The old cat exclaimed in surprise.

The mandrill said calmly, "Doesn't your Myriad Things Pavilion buy and sell everything? Don't you even have a tiny Gu worm?"

The old cat said slowly, "Gu worms are so rare that they have long been hunted to extinction..."

Money is not a problem.

"What kind of Gu worms would you like, sir?"

"Eighth rank."

"hiss……"

The old cat smacked its lips, "This thing is even more expensive now..."

The mandrill flicked its finger, and a storage bag flew toward the old cat.

"Is there enough money in here?"

"enough!"

"Please wait a moment, sir!"

A moment later, the old cat came over with a brocade box, which seemed to have an array of light on it, shimmering and flowing.

"Please take a look, sir."

"It's in good condition."

The mandrill nodded, put away the brocade box, and turned to leave.

The old cat smacked its lips, "What kind of people are these..."

One inquired about ancient techniques, the other bought Gu worms...

I have a lingering feeling of unease.

"Pass the word down: increase vigilance. At the slightest sign of trouble, make your escape immediately!"

After leaving the Wanwu Pavilion, the mandrill walked towards the stalls in the distance.

The stall owner glanced at the mandrill, then packed up his stall and followed behind him.

"grown ups."

"Is everything ready?"

"Everything is ready. We only need your order, sir, to shut down this black market in one fell swoop."

"Yes, let's take action."

……

Back home, Su Wuchen took off his mask and took a relaxing bath.

Then he transferred 100,000 yuan to Su Wuming and told him to spend it as he pleased.

Bang.

Open the iced cola to open the game interface.

Snoring.

"???"

While the game was still loading, a series of snoring sounds came from within the game.

The next second, the scene of the madman sleeping soundly while hugging the Heavenly Prison Beast appeared in front of Su Wuchen.

Ah this...

Heavenly Prison Beast?

Why does it look like someone is petting a cat?

You have forged a deep bond with the Heavenly Prison Beast. Will you take it as your mount?

【Yes】

【no】

Su Wuchen chose yes without hesitation.

The next second, a drop of blood flew out from the bodies of the Madman and the Heavenly Prison Beast, condensing in the air.

The fused blood droplets unfolded in the air to form a crimson pact, then split into two drops of blood, which respectively entered the brows of the Madman and the Heavenly Prison Beast.

Thus, the contract was formed.

Yay!

Now it's my turn!

Madman slapped the Heavenly Prison Beast on the forehead. The Heavenly Prison Beast, which was fast asleep, instantly opened its sleepy eyes and stared blankly at Madman.

Elbow, come grind monsters with me!