Fatty Pan led the two of them through the city for a while. Then, they walked into a huge house.
It was not the same place that Fatty Pan had entered last time.
But on the stone block next to the house, Yang Qingxuan still found the common markings of the Exchange, which were different from the ones he had seen last time. It seemed that each mark contained a different meaning.
Fatty Pan took out two sets of black robes embroidered with gold and gave them to the two of them, saying, "I know you have your own passes, but each pass has a subtle marking. Although the customers won't recognize each other, the people in the Exchange will be able to accurately determine who you are."
Yang Qingxuan and Lance were both surprised, and their faces changed slightly. This Exchange was indeed famous.
Fatty Pan smiled, "Very few people know this secret. In fact, the Exchange does not do anything to the customers. It is just for the convenience of management and for emergencies."
Yang Qingxuan said, "I understand. When there is no need to target the customers, it is not important. But when there is a need to target the customers, it can strike accurately. "
Fatty Pan smiled bitterly, "That is the general idea. After all, for the Exchange to survive and maintain, it must have some 'power', and this information is one of the 'powers'. "
The three changed into their robes and entered the house under the guidance of Fatty Pan.
The courtyard was not spacious, but after passing the inspection, they entered the main hall, which was a huge mustard seed space. There were at least hundreds of people coming and going inside.
Everyone was wearing the same clothes. Even the stall owners sitting on both sides of the hall were wearing the same clothes.
This was the dark trading place. No one wanted to expose their identity. Most of the things being traded could not be seen in the open.
Yang Qingxuan saw some Yuan Tools and items from the twenty-four families in several stalls. If these things were sold in the market, they would be immediately traced.
In fact, there were many people from the twenty-four families in this trading hall. But due to the rules of the Exchange, they would at most investigate in secret, and would not dare to investigate directly.
"Everyone, everyone."
Suddenly, a voice sounded in the hall. The hundreds of people all quieted down and looked over.
At the front of the trading hall stood a man in a green robe, wearing a corpse skin mask on his face. Behind him were eight warriors wearing the same mask.
Only the staff of the Exchange didn't wear robes. They all wore masks.
Fatty Pan was shocked. Staring at the masked man, he asked in a low voice, "What the hell is he doing here?"
Yang Qingxuan asked in a low voice, "Is there something wrong with this person?"
Fatty Pan thought for a while and said, "Apart from the most mysterious Head Shopkeeper, there are four managers in the Exchange. They are called the Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter Lords. This masked man in a green robe is the son of the Winter Lord, Yan Han, Yan Jiang."
Fatty Pan paused for a moment before adding, "This man is my enemy."
Yang Qingxuan said, "Enemies? Tsk tsk, to be able to become enemies with the Winter Lord's son, your status must be quite high, fatty. Could he be the son of one of the masters? "
Fatty Pan smiled bitterly and said, "Boss, with your IQ, you can guess seventy to eighty percent of anything just by saying two to three percent. That's right, the current head of the underground trading house is my mother. "
Yang Qingxuan and Lance were both stunned.
Yang Qingxuan was just saying it casually. They didn't expect it to be true.
Fatty Pan's eyes were hazy as he said hatefully, "He killed two of my brothers!"
Yang Qingxuan was shocked. He thought that Fatty Pan and Yan Jiang only had a grudge between their sects. He didn't expect them to have a blood feud.
If there was a blood feud, it would usually not end until one of them was dead.
Yang Qingxuan's eyes shone slightly as he stared at Yan Jiang. Although he couldn't see through Yan Jiang's face, he could sense that his cultivation was around the late stage of the Emperor celestial realm.
Fatty Pan said, "The old man you saw in the Heaven's Wall City is the Autumn Lord of the Four Seasons Lords. He is about to retire. Therefore, one of the four lords' positions is empty. Yan Jiang and my two brothers are popular candidates. "
When Fatty Pan said this, he stopped. The atmosphere was filled with sorrow.
Yang Qingxuan and Lance both knew the result.
Yang Qingxuan asked, "If the candidates for the four lords can be killed, isn't this underground trading house too unsafe? Or is there a problem with the selection process itself?"
Fatty Pan said, "In these few years, the Winter Lord Yan Han's power has been expanding. He's aggressive, as if he wants to swallow up the other three lords. The Autumn Lord didn't want to clash with him because of his arrogance, so he decided to retire. And the Summer Lord is a strange person, disappearing all year round. In the entire trading house, only my mother and Yan Han are left fighting. If Yan Jiang were to take the position of Autumn Lord, If Yan Jiang becomes the Autumn Lord, then it will be difficult to stop the Yan family from dominating. "
Yang Qingxuan pondered, "On the other hand, if you can become the Autumn Lord, then you have two of the four lords, and can suppress Yan Han."
"Yes!"
Fatty Pan's eyes shone brightly, but then dimmed. He smiled bitterly, "I didn't want to fight, but after my two brothers were killed by Yan Jiang, I changed my mind."
He paused and said bitterly, "But it's difficult. Unless I get a higher ranking than Yan Jiang in the Firmament Martial Arts Symposium, then I can get the support of some of the elders. With Boss leading me, I'm confident that I can pass the Qingqiu Ancient Battlefield test and enter the top 100. But the final battle of the top 100 … Although the Firmament Martial Arts Symposium test is different, only the final battle of the top 100 is the same. It's a one-on-one elimination battle. With my current ability, I'm afraid I'll be at the bottom of the list if I enter the elimination battle. "
"Elimination battle?" Yang Qingxuan pondered and said, "Don't worry, there'll be a way. This Yan Jiang is only an Emperor Celestial Realm cultivator, let's think about it first. "
Fatty Pan replied with a "Hmm", feeling a little more at ease.
At this time, Yan Jiang said loudly, "The next battle will be at the Qingqiu Ancient Battlefield. Although the rules are not out yet, I'm sure everyone can guess."
"What are you trying to say? We're all very busy. If you don't have anything to say, then don't waste our time. "
Someone below the stage said coldly.
Yan Jiang's eyes turned cold, and he stared at that person like a poisonous snake. Killing intent flashed in his eyes, and then he retracted his gaze and snorted, "According to the trading house's analysis, the next battle is likely to be fighting evil spirits in the ancient battlefield to get soul stones. So, what's the most important thing? "
Fatty Pan's expression changed, and he said in a low voice, "Could it be that he …"
Yan Jiang smiled and said, "Of course it's the map. As a reward, the trading house has dug up all the maps of the ancient battlefield, and we're giving them to everyone for free. "
Fatty Pan roared in a low voice, "Damn it! I spent a lot of effort to get those maps, how did he get them?! "
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
