Douluo Continent: The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, who intercepted the immortal herb

Chapter 31 Exclusive Feeding, A Deadly Scheme in the Black Market

Nottingham’s most bustling central shopping street.

The bluestone path was warm from the sun.

Shops line both sides of the street.

In front of a high-end ready-to-wear store called "Jinxiu Yunshang".

Xiao Wu stopped in her tracks.

Her gaze was completely drawn to a pink and white flowing fairy dress in the shop window.

That dress was made of the finest ice silk.

The hem of the skirt is embroidered with delicate little floral patterns.

It gleams softly in the sunlight.

Xiao Wu looked down at the faded coarse cloth dress she was wearing.

Their fingers unconsciously twisted together.

"like?"

Su Chen walked to her side.

I followed her gaze to the shop window.

Xiao Wu shook her head vigorously.

"I don't like it. This skirt looks so flimsy. It's not suitable for fighting at all."

She said she didn't like it.

But her eyes never left the dress.

Su Chen chuckled softly.

He didn't expose Xiao Wu's hypocrisy.

Step directly into the store.

Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment.

I quickly followed them inside.

"Hey, don't go in there. The clothes here are probably ridiculously expensive."

Xiao Wu lowered her voice.

She reached out and tugged at the sleeve of Su Chen's black brocade robe.

The shopkeeper was leaning against the counter, working on his abacus.

I heard a noise.

He raised his head.

His keen eye, honed through years of welcoming and seeing off guests, allowed him to immediately discern the high price of Su Chen's fabric.

Black background with gold thread.

Exquisite Yun Brocade.

This must be the young master of some noble family in the city.

The shopkeeper immediately threw down his abacus.

He greeted us with a broad smile.

"Young master, what would you like to see? Our shop just received a batch of the latest fabrics from Tiandou City."

Su Chen ignored the shopkeeper's flattery.

He pointed to the pink and white flowing fairy dress in the shop window.

"That one. Take it down. Let her try it on."

The shopkeeper glanced at Xiao Wu.

Seeing that Xiao Wu was dressed shabbily.

A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

"Young Master, that's ice silk. Even the slightest scratch will ruin it. What if it gets dirty during testing—"

Ding-dong.

Su Chen casually tossed out a heavy money bag.

The money bag slammed onto the counter.

The open bag revealed the gleaming gold soul coins inside.

"Fifty gold soul coins."

Su Chen's tone was indifferent.

"That's enough to buy ten of your dresses. Take it down."

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up instantly.

"That's enough. That's enough. Please wait a moment, young master."

He personally brought the ladder.

He carefully took off the flowing fairy dress.

He respectfully handed it to Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu looked at the gorgeous dress in front of her.

I was at a loss for what to do.

"What are you spacing out for?"

Su Chen reached out and flicked the rabbit ears on Xiao Wu's head.

"Go change. The boss is paying for everything today."

Xiao Wu covered her forehead.

Blushing, she grabbed her dress and ran into the fitting room.

After an incense stick has burned.

A small, fair hand lifted the curtain of the fitting room.

Xiao Wu walked out with her head down.

The pink and white flowing dress fit her figure perfectly.

The material of the ice silk made her already exquisitely beautiful face appear even whiter.

She had restyled her previously messy scorpion braid.

She tied the carrot hairpin that Su Chen had given her last night behind her head.

She's lost some of the roughness of a tomboy.

It has gained a touch of charm and liveliness.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Do you look ugly?"

Xiao Wu lifted her skirt.

She looked somewhat uneasily at Su Chen, who was sitting at the coffee table drinking tea.

Su Chen put down his teacup.

His gaze lingered on her for a moment.

"It's alright to look at."

Su Chen stood up.

Walk to the row of clothes racks next to it.

"Shopkeeper."

"Yes, young master. What are your orders?"

"All the pink and white styles on this rack. Two of each, according to her size."

The shopkeeper gasped.

That was a whole row of haute couture ready-to-wear clothes.

That adds up to at least several hundred gold soul coins.

"Wrap it all up?"

"What? Don't you want to do business?"

"No, no, no. Please have a seat, young master. I'll have it packed up right away."

The shopkeeper's voice trembled with excitement.

He quickly called the shop assistants to get to work.

Xiao Wu ran up to Su Chen.

His big eyes were wide open.

"Are you crazy? Why did you buy so many clothes? How am I supposed to wear them all by myself?"

"Change your outfit every day."

Su Chen reached out and pinched Xiao Wu's chubby cheeks.

It has a soft and chewy texture.

"Your coarse clothes as a part-time worker are not good enough for you."

"You are one of my Dormitory 7 members. You must be the best from head to toe."

Xiao Wu slapped Su Chen's hand away.

He rubbed his cheeks.

But the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl upwards.

"A spendthrift who squanders money."

She muttered something under her breath.

But his eyes were filled with undisguised joy.

Over the course of 100,000 years in the Starry Sky Forest.

Apart from the Ming Dynasty and the Second Ming Dynasty.

No one had ever been so generous to her before.

The human world doesn't seem so bad after all.

At least the person in front of me.

It made her feel very safe.

Just then.

A middle-aged man dressed in ordinary merchant clothes walked into the clothing store.

His gaze swept across the surroundings.

He walked directly up to Su Chen.

Kneel on one knee.

"Young Master."

The middle-aged man lowered his voice.

He wore an iron ring with a six-winged angel motif on the middle finger of his right hand.

This is the symbol of the Spirit Hall's secret sentries.

"explain."

Su Chen picked up his teacup.

"The target left through the back gate of the academy."

The sentry reported in a low voice.

He avoided the main roads and headed west along secluded alleys, eventually disappearing into the underground black market in the western suburbs.

Su Chen took a sip of tea.

Unsurprisingly.

All legitimate channels have been blocked.

Tang San could only seek a way to survive in those filthy and corrupt places.

"The black market in the western suburbs?"

Xiao Wu came closer.

Two rabbit ears stood up curiously.

"What's that place? Does it sell delicious food?"

"Selling dirty stuff involving murder and robbery."

Su Chen put down his teacup.

He took out a gold prepaid card and tossed it to the shopkeeper.

"Wrap the clothes up and deliver them to Dormitory 7 of Notting College."

Su Chen turned to look at Xiao Wu.

"Come on. I'll take you to see a good show."

Xiao Wu immediately followed.

"Whose show is it? Tang San's?"

"Yes. Look at a stray dog ​​with nowhere to go, struggling in the mud."

Western suburbs of Nottingham.

The underground of the abandoned slum.

The air was thick with a musty, damp smell and a faint stench of blood.

On both sides of the dimly lit passage.

A few dim, yellow butter lamps were lit.

Tang San was wearing a large, hooded black cloak.

It covered most of her face.

His hands were still wrapped in thick bandages.

Hidden inside the wide sleeves.

The soles of my shoes sank into the muddy ground, which was full of sewage.

It makes a sticky sound.

The black market is not large.

But the sparrow is small and well-equipped.

The stalls on both sides were filled with all sorts of items of dubious origin.

Bloodstained swords.

A tattered animal hide.

There were even some prohibited poisonous herbs and medicinal powders.

The vendors all had their faces covered.

He eyed each passerby with wary intent.

Tang San stopped in front of a stall that specialized in selling medicinal herbs.

The stall owner was one-eyed.

He had a gruesome scar on his face that ran from his forehead to his chin.

Tang San lowered his voice.

Make your voice sound like an adult's.

"Boss, do you have datura pollen?"

The one-eyed man leaned back in his chair.

He looked Tang San up and down with his only remaining eye.

"Datura pollen. That's a banned poison that kills instantly upon contact with blood. The Spirit Hall is cracking down on it very hard."

The one-eyed man sneered.

"One hundred gold soul coins per gram. Do you have the money?"

Tang San's brows were furrowed beneath his cloak.

One hundred gold soul coins.

He can't even come up with half a copper soul coin right now.

"Besides datura pollen, I also need the roots of the bone-rotting herb and the venom glands of three black-tailed snakes."

Tang San recited a list of poisons.

These are all ingredients for the Tang Clan's basic poison, "Blood-Seeing Sorrow".

Once this poison is prepared...

Apply it to the concealed weapon.

Even without internal energy to activate it.

Even a small scratch.

Even a Grand Soul Master would die on the spot.

This was his trump card for turning the tables in the black market.

The one-eyed man sat up straight.

His eyes turned dangerous.

"Kid, all these things you reported add up to at least five hundred gold soul coins."

"You don't even dare to show your face. Do you have any money in your pocket?"

Tang San pulled out a crumpled piece of straw paper from his pocket.

Slap it on the stall.

"I don't have money. But I have this."

"This is a blueprint for the mechanism of a repeating crossbow."

"As long as you can find a blacksmith to forge it, its power will be enough to penetrate the defenses of a level ten Soul Master."

"I'll use it. In exchange for the materials I just mentioned."

The one-eyed man extended his rough fingers.

He picked up the piece of scrap paper.

The sketch paper contained a diagram of the core mechanism of Zhuge's Divine Crossbow.

This is a fragment of a drawing that Tang San created from memory.

It's also the only bargaining chip he can currently use in a deal.

Although the one-eyed dragon did not understand mechanisms.

But he had been involved in the underground black market for many years.

The brilliance of this drawing is immediately apparent.

If this stuff were sold to wealthy businessmen who couldn't protect themselves...

It could definitely fetch an astronomical price.

A glint of greed flashed in the one-eyed man's eyes.

He stuffed the blueprints into his pocket.

"The blueprints look good. But I need to have someone verify if this thing is genuine."

Tang San's face darkened.

"What do you mean? Give me back the blueprints. Cash on delivery."

"Once something is in my hands, there's no reason to return it."

The one-eyed man slammed his hand on the table.

The vendors at the surrounding stalls immediately stood up.

Four or five burly men with menacing faces emerged from the shadows and surrounded them.

They blocked Tang San firmly in front of the stall.

"Kid, your hands are wrapped up like a rice dumpling. You're crippled, aren't you?"

The one-eyed man stood up.

He pulled out a dagger that gleamed with a cold light.

"You come to the black market to try and get something for nothing. Do you think this is a charity?"

"I've taken the blueprints. As for the materials, you'll have to pay with your life."

The rules of the black market.

There are simply no rules.

Bullying.

It's a case of the wicked eating the wicked.

This is the law of survival in the underground world.

Tang San took a deep breath.

The murderous intent within his chest surged as if it were a tangible substance.

He suddenly ripped off the cloak from his head.

His eyes, bloodshot and swollen, were visible.

He forcefully circulated the internal energy of the Xuan Tian Gong.

The broken finger bone sent piercing pain through me.

But he couldn't care less about any of that.

He clenched his left hand tightly.

A small, black iron hammer was faintly visible in the palm of his hand.

Haotian Hammer.

If we don't use it today.

I have no chance of getting out of this underground black market.

Just as Tang San was about to reveal his trump card and fight desperately...

Suddenly, a loud crash of breaking wood came from above.

boom.

A section of the second-floor slab was stepped through.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

A black figure fell from the sky like a meteorite.

It landed steadily on the stall between Tang San and the one-eyed dragon.

The sturdy wooden table shattered into pieces in an instant.

Amidst a sky full of sawdust.

Su Chen slowly straightened up.

The black and gold brocade robes shone with an dazzling air of nobility under the dim light of the tallow lamp.

He patted the dust off his sleeves.

His gaze swept over the several dumbfounded thugs around him.

"Such a lively transaction. Why didn't you invite me?"

Su Chen's tone was indifferent.

The one-eyed man was startled.

He gripped the dagger tightly in his hand.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you cause trouble on my turf?"

Su Chen didn't even glance at him.

He raised his right hand.

He snapped his fingers.

Whoosh.

A dark figure leaped down from the second floor.

The cardinal appeared behind the one-eyed man like a ghost.

A withered hand gripped the one-eyed man's neck.

The pressure from Contra was like a mountain pressing down.

Thump. Thump.

The surrounding burly men were forced to their knees by this oppressive force.

He couldn't even lift his head.

The dagger in the one-eyed man's hand fell to the ground.

He turned pale with fright.

"Sir, please forgive me."

Tang San stared intently at Su Chen, who had his back to him.

The hatred in his eyes was almost bursting forth.

"Su Chen, do you really have to be so ruthless as to wipe us out completely?"

Tang San gritted his teeth.

He never expected this.

He hid in the black market.

They still couldn't escape Su Chen's pursuit.

Su Chen turned around.

Looking at Tang San's disheveled state.

"To exterminate them all?"

Su Chen chuckled softly.

"I'm just here to inspect the Spirit Hall's underground businesses in Notting City."

You probably don't know this.

"Seventy percent of the profits from this black market are handed over to the Martial Soul Branch Hall."

Tang San felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

My whole body was ice cold.

He thought it was a dark refuge.

It turned out to be the Spirit Hall's back garden.

Su Chen walked up to the one-eyed dragon.

He pulled out the piece of paper with the drawing of Zhuge Liang's crossbow mechanism from his pocket.

I glanced at it.

"Is this your trump card? A diagram of a few broken springs and gears?"

Su Chen did it in front of Tang San.

Gently rub with two fingers.

The toilet paper instantly turned into a pile of crumbs.

Scattered on the muddy ground covered in sewage.

"No."

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot.

That was his first step in replicating the Tang Clan's unique skills.

It was destroyed just like that.

"Want the ingredients to make poison?"

Su Chen ignored Tang San's anger.

He looked at the cardinal.

"Wrap up all those worthless herbs he wanted. Give them to him."

The cardinal paused for a moment.

But he nodded immediately.

"Your subordinate obeys."

Tang San was also stunned.

He didn't understand why Su Chen would do that.

"Take the medicine. Get out of Nottingham."

Su Chen's eyes were indifferent.

"I'll give you three days. Go and concoct these poisons."

"Then, you can come find me with those hidden weapons you're so proud of."

"If, in three days, you're not even worthy of my attention, then..."

"I'll personally break all four of your limbs. I'll throw you into the Soul Hunter Forest to feed the dogs."