Dark Immortal Cultivation

The night market was very quiet.

It was eerily quiet.

There are no lights to be seen here, and the shadowy figures moving silently are illuminated by the cold moonlight.

The monk tending the street stall was taciturn.

It was as if there was an invisible shackle binding everyone's words and actions.

This will deter them from acting recklessly.

Most people concealed their true faces, and when negotiating prices, they either tried their best to keep their voices down or used gestures instead, showing a great deal of tacit understanding among themselves.

Such a unique atmosphere can only be found in Yu Ri's night market.

Zhang Qing was like a drop of water, quietly blending into a patch of ink.

He made a special trip of more than 20 miles to Qingsangji, just to catch the night market tonight.

Because night markets are different from regular markets, they can be used for shady transactions, such as selling contraband and stolen goods!

Zhang Qing blended into the crowd and quickly locked onto his target.

It was a black-robed monk sitting in the corner, with a gray-brown animal hide in front of him, on which a dozen or so animal bones were scattered haphazardly.

However, upon closer inspection, one can discover that the arrangement of these animal bones is actually quite deliberate.

This forms a totem emblem resembling a skull.

Zhang Qing's heart started beating faster.

His understanding of the night market mainly came from the old monk Chen's account.

The old monk gave his predecessor a lot of help and guidance, including some common sense and skills for surviving at the bottom.

White, black, and gray are all included.

However, many things were never personally practiced by the predecessor.

Zhang Qing was left with absolutely no experience.

Now he can only rely on himself!

Noticing that there was no one at the black-robed cultivator's stall for the time being, Zhang Qing took a deep breath and suppressed his inner unease.

He walked over unhurriedly and squatted down in front of the other person.

In that instant, Zhang Qing felt a sinister and chilling gaze fall upon him, icy yet with an indescribable stickiness, like the forked tongue of a venomous snake.

Zhang Qingqiang suppressed his discomfort and handed over the storage bag he had prepared beforehand: "Senior, could you please give me an estimate?"

The cold, scrutinizing gaze that had been directed at Zhang Qing was silently withdrawn.

The next moment, a withered hand took the storage bag and tucked it into the sleeve of the robe.

After a moment, a hoarse voice reached Zhang Qing's ears: "Practice 31, practice 22, eight out of ten, worth fifty-seven large coins."

Zhang Qing immediately extended his right hand, palm facing up with fingers spread.

This signifies agreement to the transaction.

If you put your five fingers together, it means you're refusing.

Snapped!

A heavy animal skin bag landed in his palm.

This is not a storage bag.

But it was filled with large talisman coins!

Zhang Qing quickly withdrew his hand and swiftly stuffed the money pouch into his storage bag.

"Thank you, senior."

Once the transaction was complete, he got up and left without hesitation.

I dared not linger for even a moment longer.

After leaving the market, Zhang Qing kept a watchful eye on his back.

After confirming that no one was following them, they found a secluded spot, took off their smock and face mask, and returned to the inn.

Back in his room, after closing the door, Zhang Qing finally relaxed.

He took out the animal skin bag and counted the large talisman coins inside.

The quantity is correct, and the money is genuine.

Zhang Qing then revealed a joyful smile.

He came to Qingsangji with the intention of selling the corpses of Xu Wu and the other two!

After Zhang Qing killed the other party, he initially intended to destroy the evidence, but he quickly changed his mind.

In this world, the corpses of cultivators can be sold for money!

Xu Wu had taken up the business of collecting corpses and had set his sights on Elder Chen, even forcing Zhang Qing to act as his informant.

This led to the outbreak of conflict between the two sides.

Since such filthy scum wanted to sell Elder Chen's corpse, Zhang Qing felt no guilt whatsoever about selling their bodies now.

This is called the cycle of karma, and retribution is inevitable!

The man in black robes just now was a cultivator from the Corpse Demon Cave.

The cultivators of the Corpse Demon Cave sect are all experts in refining and controlling corpses. Most of their strength lies in the Yin Corpses, Iron Corpses, and Poison Corpses they refine, so they have a great need for cultivator corpses.

Most of the time, the cultivators of the Corpse Demon Cave buy corpses from corpse collectors.

But sometimes they also set up stalls at the Yu Ri Night Market to collect corpses.

This eliminates the middleman's profit margin.

Zhang Qing knew this secret, which is why he appeared at the night market tonight.

And he actually ran into it.

The storage bag that was just handed to the black-robed cultivator was the same old junk that the previous owner had left for Zhang Qing.

There was just enough room to fit three corpses inside.

That's making the best use of it!

Xiaoshiji also has a night market, but Qingsangji is safer, since the bodies of Xu Wu and the other two cannot be exposed to the light of day.

In fact, the disappearance of Xu Wu and the other two did not cause the slightest ripple in the camp.

Characters like them, with no relatives or family, and no background, engage in filthy and dirty deeds, and it's common for them to die on the road, be buried in a ditch, or simply disappear without a trace.

No one will investigate.

But Zhang Qing felt uneasy, so he decided to take the trip to Qingsangji.

In addition, he also wanted to try his luck here.

See if you can find any remnants—even just small fragments.

Unfortunately, the night market vendors didn't allow people to touch the items they were selling. Even if there were fragments of antiques at a certain stall, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack for Zhang Qing, so he had to give up.

But the main objective was still achieved.

He put away the large talisman coins on the table and then had a good long sleep.

The next morning, Zhang Qing checked out of the inn and left.

He didn't return to Xiaoshiji immediately, but instead wandered around Qingsangji and finally went to the market to buy some items.

Since we've come all this way, there's no need to leave too early.

Qingsangji is larger and more lively than Xiaoshiji.

The market sells a much wider variety of goods.

Of course, we need to search carefully.

You might have an unexpected surprise!

By the time Zhang Qing embarked on his journey home, it was already afternoon.

Last night, I spent most of the money I got from selling the corpse, but I got ten talismans, a bottle of pills, and over a hundred pounds of fresh ferocious beast meat.

I also bought some ordinary utensils and tools.

I really chopped off my hand badly.

But this money has to be spent, especially on the talismans.

The newly purchased talismans include several Blazing Flame Talismans and Sharp Metal Talismans, both of which are highly lethal talismans. They can greatly compensate for Zhang Qing's lack of cultivation and combat power, and are also important items for turning the tide and killing the enemy in critical moments.

Being mindful of potential dangers even in times of peace, Zhang Qing also bought two mid-grade talismans to avoid following in his predecessor's footsteps.

These are all life-saving items.

As for the pills and the meat of ferocious beasts, they were used to enhance cultivation and physical strength.

In short, despite his spending spree, he didn't squander a single talisman coin; he used it all wisely.

If it were someone like Xu Wu, who had made so much money, he would probably have run off to the brothels and pleasure houses in the outer city to enjoy himself!

On the way back to Xiaoshiji, Zhang Qing suddenly remembered that little white lotus.

A blissful, intoxicating feeling welled up in my heart.

But before he could properly savor the moment, Zhang Qing shuddered, goosebumps rising all over his body.

He quickly banished the erotic thoughts from his mind, reminding himself that he must not fall into depravity.

My pace quickened involuntarily!