Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

The deepest part of the underground black market cave.

A three-story building rose from the ground.

Thick bronze pillars stand at the four corners of the building, and large clusters of luminous spirit stones are inlaid on the surface of the pavilion, forcibly dispelling the surrounding hazy miasma.

Above the main gate hangs a large black wooden plaque with four arrogant characters engraved on it: Wanbao Lingge.

This is the core trading hub of the entire black market, and a money pit where countless riches flow in the eyes of independent cultivators.

Lu Chen strode onto the gravel road.

He completely ignored the greedy probing attacks from the rogue cultivators around him.

Reaching the entrance of Wanbaoling Pavilion, Lu Chen roughly ripped open the heavy animal skin curtain that blocked the wind and strode straight into the dimly lit first-floor hall.

Several rogue cultivators were gathered in the hall, picking and choosing low-level magical artifacts.

They turned around at the sound and immediately felt an extremely terrifying heat rushing towards them.

Beneath Lu Chen's large black cloak, the pure Yang energy belonging to the twelfth layer of "Iron Shirt" was uncontrollably overflowing.

The heat wave scalded the few low-level rogue cultivators, causing them to retreat repeatedly.

Several people pressed their backs against the wall, panting heavily, completely afraid to approach the large, dark-skinned man radiating a manic, fiery aura.

Behind the counter, a slightly overweight man in a brocade robe raised his eyelids.

He is the manager of the first floor of this Wanbaoling Pavilion. His cultivation has reached the peak of Qi Refining, and he is half a step into the Foundation Establishment stage.

The shopkeeper immediately forced a professional fake smile onto his smooth face.

He crossed his hands and tucked them into his sleeves, secretly releasing a wisp of extremely fine divine sense, which silently probed towards Lu Chen.

"This gentleman looks unfamiliar," the innkeeper said with a drawn-out smile.

"Our Wanbaoling Pavilion buys and sells all kinds of magical artifacts and elixirs. As long as you have good goods, the price will be absolutely fair."

That wisp of divine consciousness pierced Lu Chen's body.

Nothing was found.

There was no trace of true essence fluctuation on this person's body, and no trace of spiritual energy could be detected at all.

Lu Chen didn't utter a single unnecessary word.

He walked up to the expensive, dark wooden cabinet, raised his left arm, and slammed the blood-stained black cloth bag against it.

"Bang!"

The heavy thud made the countertop bounce violently downwards.

The black cloth bag immediately fell apart.

Dozens of high-level spiritual herbs, their roots still covered in fresh soil, were scattered out and piled up haphazardly.

Immediately afterwards, several twisted and unrecognizable low-grade flying swords clattered onto the counter.

The most eye-catching item was the top-grade storage ring at the very bottom.

The ring's seal had been forcibly shattered by an unreasonable brute force, leaving the ring surface covered in violent cracks.

The few rogue cultivators in the corner of the hall all gasped in shock.

They stared intently at the top-grade storage ring, their Adam's apples bobbing wildly, the sound of them swallowing echoing throughout the dimly lit hall.

That's a top-quality item that only those undergoing major foundation-building repairs can afford!

It was just thrown on the wooden table like scrap metal.

The shopkeeper's smiling face instantly changed color.

He quickly pulled his hand out of his sleeve, grabbed the shattered storage ring, and looked inside it.

On the inside of the ring, the exclusive mark of the Xuanni City offerings is clearly engraved.

The shopkeeper knew perfectly well what the mark meant.

This is something that the Foundation Establishment stage cultivator in Xuanni City worshipped Chen Yuanshan!

The shopkeeper's breathing instantly became heavy.

He took a closer look at the tall figure shrouded in a black cloak.

The body was oozing hot blood and qi, which surged outwards in bursts, like burning smoke.

This is definitely not the spiritual pressure a Foundation Establishment cultivator should have, nor does it possess the restrained true essence of a true immortal cultivator.

The shopkeeper's mind raced with the news that had just come from the black market.

Xuanni City is closed tonight.

Rumors circulated that remnants of the Blood Demon Sect had entered Broken Immortal Mountain.

Demonic cultivators love to use forbidden techniques that burn lifespan and forcibly overdraw potential.

That big, dark guy must have used some kind of forbidden technique that shortens lifespan to sneak up on Chen Yuanshan and kill him, then stole the goods.

The fact that his blood and qi are now gushing out uncontrollably is clearly a sign that the forbidden technique has backfired and he has reached the point of exhaustion!

He absolutely does not have the strength to kill a Foundation Establishment cultivator in a direct confrontation!

The shopkeeper's eyes flashed with undisguised greed.

A demonic cultivator, severely injured by the backlash, willingly delivered all the valuables he had accumulated during his Foundation Establishment stage cultivation to the doorstep.

This is a windfall that's been given away for free!

The shopkeeper has absolute confidence.

To prevent independent cultivators from betraying them, Wanbaolingge set up an array in its rear treasure vault, bestowed by the guild's higher-ups.

Once the "First-Order Spirit-Suppressing Array" is activated, any cultivator who enters will have their spiritual energy instantly drained, leaving them at the mercy of others.

The shopkeeper rubbed his hands together and put on his warm smile again.

"Wow, sir, you've struck it rich!"

He pointed to the spirit herbs and broken flying sword on the counter.

"However, the hall is crowded and noisy, making it inconvenient to inventory this batch of high-end goods."

The shopkeeper turned to the side and extended his hand to the back of the counter.

There was an extremely heavy bronze door, covered with densely packed isolation patterns.

"Why don't you move to the treasure vault at the back, sir?"

"Let's talk this out behind closed doors. I guarantee you a price that will satisfy you, no matter how high."

Lu Chen's face was cold as he glanced at the slightly chubby shopkeeper.

Without saying a word, he reached out and grabbed the black cloth bag from the counter, then held it in his large palm.

His eyes, hidden beneath the cloak, remained completely still.

Lu Chen lifted his foot and strode over the dark wooden counter, across the threshold, and walked straight into the bronze door engraved with array patterns.

The rogue cultivators in the outer hall exchanged glances.

The group huddled together, their faces all displaying gloating sneers.

"Another stray dog ​​blinded by greed."

"He dares to barge into the back storeroom of Wanbaoling Pavilion? Does he really think this fat guy is running a legitimate business?"

"I bet this big black guy won't last half an incense stick's time."

"Half an incense stick's worth? Once the bronze door closes, in less than ten breaths, all his vital essence will be drained clean!"

The bronze gate slammed shut with a loud crash.

The laughter from outside was completely shut out.

The vault was extremely spacious, with shelves piled up all around, but the light suddenly dimmed.

The shopkeeper followed him in, then quickly retreated, stepping back to a stone platform about three zhang away.

He dropped the fake smile on his face and suddenly exerted force with his five fingers.

A jade array plate hidden in the palm of his hand was crushed on the spot.

The bronze floor tiles beneath our feet trembled violently.

The dark patterns on the wall shone brightly.

The "First-Order Spirit-Suppressing Victory Formation" was activated with a roar!

Immediately afterwards, an extremely pungent smell of blood wafted up from deep underground.

The second formation used to deliver the final blow, the "Fragmented Blood Fiend Dragon-Trapping Formation," also erupted simultaneously.

The two arrays, one light and one dark, simultaneously locked down the entire treasure vault.

The shopkeeper stared at Lu Chen, who was standing in the center of the formation, his fat face jiggling excitedly.

"Throw the package over here."

"I'll leave you a whole corpse!"