strokinit Chapter 35 First Steps into the Black Market, Venerable Ghost Porcelain
Chapter 35 First Steps into the Black Market, Venerable Ghost Porcelain
In the dark, unlit room, Bu Che opened his eyes.
He exhaled a breath of stale air, and the qi and blood in his body gradually calmed down. Although he had only just begun to learn the Blood Porcelain Qi Elixir Technique, an eighth-grade qi and blood technique, it was much faster than the Xue family's qi and blood technique in mobilizing qi and blood.
After changing into black clothes, putting on a bamboo hat, and carrying his bundle on his back, Bu Che opened the inn window and leaped out.
He landed silently on the snow, tapped his toes, and unleashed the Hunyuan Step, his entire body darting out across the snow like a snake.
There is no curfew in Tianmu City, and you can occasionally see people in the busiest parts of the streets.
However, after nightfall, the city gates would be sealed off, prohibiting entry and exit.
Bu Che was wrapped in a black robe, his face covered with a black cloth, revealing only his eyes. He brushed his bangs down to cover the slightly raised Niwan Palace on his forehead.
The mutated spirit within is extremely active.
Since the last time a blood porcelain statue was shattered, the mutated spirit has grown much stronger than before, as if it has broken through the barrier.
It's like breaking through from boiling blood to entering the realm of internal strength.
Bu Che didn't know how mental strength was classified, so he named it "Breaking Limits".
This spirit is breaking through its limits for the first time.
Taking out the map, Bu Che quickly ran according to the location marked on the map and arrived at the Ghost Porcelain Black Market area in no time.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a brightly lit brothel!
The air was filled with the scent of perfume and cosmetics, and the girls, even in the dead of winter, exposed large expanses of fair and tender skin, dazzling Bu Che's eyes.
These railings are so white!
Bu Che composed himself; nothing could shake his resolve.
He walked silently toward the brothel.
Before he even entered, a madam approached him: "Sir, do you have a girl you prefer?"
Bu Che paused, his brows furrowing. The anxiety of his waning energy made him completely uninterested in women; all he wanted to do was smash the porcelain with a claw hammer!
He took out the black token and showed it to the madam.
"Oh, please come in, sir!"
The madam's face grew even more enthusiastic as she led Bu Che into a brothel called "Drunken Fragrance Pavilion".
"Would you like to relax for a bit, sir?" The madam, her face covered in makeup, winked seductively.
"No need," Bu Che said indifferently.
Upon hearing this, the madam dispersed the group of beautiful girls who had gathered and led Bu Che to a small side door on the first floor of Zuixianglou.
"Sir, use your invitation to open the door. Behind the door lies the place you wish to go," the madam said calmly, abandoning her frivolous manner.
Sure enough, there was a token-shaped insert next to the portal.
Inserting the token into it seemed to trigger a mechanism; the door opened automatically, and the madam bowed.
Bu Che glanced at the dark surroundings, and without any hesitation, strode into it.
Upon entering the gate, the scene before my eyes suddenly changed; behind me was a manor!
The area is extremely large, with stalls densely packed together.
"If you want something, go to the stall and bargain, or you can barter."
"Within the Ghost Porcelain Black Market, fighting is prohibited. Once outside the black market, within a ten-mile radius, Drunken Fragrance Pavilion will protect your safety. Beyond ten miles, you are responsible for your own life and death."
A hoarse voice echoed in my ears.
Bu Che then saw an old man wearing a monkey mask, sitting cross-legged on a large rock at the entrance, leaning on a broken wooden cane.
"Little one, what do you want to buy?"
"Customers who come to the black market for the first time will receive guidance from me."
"It's a monkey-faced old man," the old man said hoarsely.
Upon hearing this, Bu Che didn't stand on ceremony. He spoke in a deep voice, his voice rough and strained, "I want to buy... abandoned porcelain statues of ghosts and gods."
Abandoned porcelain statues of ghosts and gods?
Beneath the monkey-faced old man's mask, his bloodshot, cloudy eyes glanced at Bu Che.
"That's interesting..."
"This request is quite rare; ordinary people would find discarded porcelain statues completely useless."
"But it's not a big problem. Just keep going, the thirteenth stall is there. You'll find what you're looking for there."
"It's a monkey-faced old man," he said hoarsely.
Upon hearing this, Bu Che immediately clasped his hands in thanks and prepared to head in the direction the old man had indicated.
However, a broken wooden cane lay across his path.
"Little one, you asked about travel expenses? I did... you have to pay, one silver coin, thank you."
"That's the rule, a silver coin for peace, to ensure safety."
Bu Che paused, tilted his head, and stared intently at the monkey-faced old man.
Did I run into a shady agent?
"it is good."
Bu Che, intending to make a transaction and not cause trouble, reluctantly paid a silver coin.
The monkey-faced old man then let them go: "This money won't be taken for nothing. You want the discarded ghost and god porcelain statues. These things are monopolized by official kilns, private kilns, and major families. Only that guy from the Thirteenth Market can get them."
"If you go and ask yourself, you won't get any answers, and you'll be more likely to be targeted."
Upon hearing this, Bu Che did not respond and stepped directly into the black market.
Inside the black market, there was a dazzling array of all sorts of things, enough to make one's eyes spin.
A stall is made by spreading out cloth and setting out goods, and some of the items may even be stained with blood.
There was also the flesh of demons and monsters, as well as all sorts of strange porcelain medicines, and Bu Che even saw precious porcelain soldiers.
As for the price, Bu Che heard someone ask about it once, and then immediately left.
They soon arrived at the Thirteenth Stall, but Bu Che's face quickly darkened.
Because of the thirteen stalls, there was an old man with a monkey-face mask, leaning on a cane, sitting there with a smile waiting for him, with a tattered cloth on the ground.
The tattered cloth was empty.
"You...are you trying to trick me?"
Bu Che's voice was hoarse as he spoke in a deep voice.
"No, I don't usually set up a stall. Didn't you want a discarded ghost and god porcelain statue? Only I can sell that. A discarded ghost and god porcelain statue of grade nine, one silver peace."
"An eighth-grade item, one hundred silver coins for peace."
"A seventh-grade item, a gold peace charm."
"Young man, which one do you want?" the monkey-faced old man asked with a smile.
Bu Che's five fingers quietly climbed up to his waist, gripping the claw hammer, his face cold and stern.
"Show me something first. There's nothing on this rag. How can I believe you?"
"Hehe, that's easy." The monkey-faced old man flicked his finger.
Then, to Bu Che's incredulous gaze, a dilapidated ninth-grade earth spirit porcelain statue appeared on the tattered cloth.
Seventy-two cracks densely packed together!
Retrieving objects remotely?
A spatial treasure?!
Who is this old man?!
"I want ten of the ninth-grade ones first," Bu Che said in a deep voice.
The monkey-faced old man smiled and tapped the tattered cloth, instantly revealing ten cracked porcelain statues of ghosts and gods.
"They're all grade nine, and they're all here. You can't have any more if you want more," the monkey-faced old man said, spreading his hands.
Bu Che took a deep breath, his heart already filled with shock. This was truly telekinesis!
If it's not magic, then he's a real master!
Without the slightest hesitation, Bu Che immediately took out ten silver coins and handed them to the old man with both hands.
"Keep the porcelain statue safe."
"Come find me again next time you need something, whether it's an eighth-rank or a seventh-rank, it's fine." The monkey-faced old man took the money, in a good mood, and smiled with his eyes narrowed.
Upon hearing this, Bu Che's heart stirred slightly.
"Senior speaks of such great power, then the Blood Porcelain of the Blood Porcelain Sect... could you possibly obtain it?" Bu Che's voice was hoarse and deep beneath the tattered cloth covering his mouth and nose.
The atmosphere seemed to freeze for a moment.
The monkey-faced old man stared at Bu Che for a moment, then let out a strange, hoarse laugh.
"I find those filthy bastards from the Blood Porcelain Cult utterly repulsive; you'll have to pay extra..."
"However, you actually dared to take something from the Blood Porcelain Cult... Aren't you afraid the Blood Porcelain Cult will follow the blood seal and track you down?"
bloodstain?
Bu Che frowned...
Upon seeing Bu Che's reaction, the monkey-faced old man immediately realized that this person was probably not a member of the Blood Porcelain Demonic Cult.
A hoarse laugh rang out again.
"Here, take this rag."
The monkey-faced old man raised his hand and reached out, instantly rolling up the four corners of the tattered cloth to wrap the porcelain statue of the ghost and god.
Bu Che lifted them with one hand; with the strength he had channeled, lifting these porcelain statues of ghosts and gods was no problem at all.
He turned over, slung the package over his back, and bowed with his hands clasped in greeting.
"If you need anything else, you can come to this old man."
The old man with the monkey-like face said with a smile.
Bu Che thought for a moment, then paused in his steps as he was about to leave, turning back to ask, "Senior... do you sell any Refining Spirit Techniques here?"