Under normal circumstances, the underground black market was not allowed to exist in the open. It could only exist in the dark.
However, the black market of the Starry Sky Fortress was really underground.
The scale was not small.
Jun Changxiao walked down the tunnel and strolled for a while in a black market that resembled a shopping mall. He almost got lost.
"Patriarch."
Shang Youhen asked, "What are we doing?"
He wanted to come to the Starry Sky Fortress at first, but the Dark Demon King was destroyed by the Patriarch, so there was no need for him.
Of course.
It was not that he had forgotten about his ancestors.
It was that there was no need to spend a lot of money to get him out of the Nine Levels of Hell. After all, he would be locked up again.
"Buying herbs." Jun Changxiao said.
Because there were many precious treasures in the black market, there were many restrictions to prevent others from peeping, so he could only search step by step.
Hard work paid off. After wandering around for half an hour, he finally arrived at the area that mainly sold treasures. There were all kinds of herbs in the shops.
"Little friend."
A herb shopkeeper smiled and said, "What herbs do you need?"
The underground black market was opened by the Starry Sky Fortress, but the shops inside were contracted by other planes. Therefore, it was not as snobbish as the shopkeeper of the inn who always adhered to the principle that the customer was God.
Jun Changxiao looked carefully and found that there was nothing he needed. Therefore, he wrote down the list of herbs and pictures and handed it over, saying, "Do you have these?"
"Yes, but …"
The shopkeeper said, "There is not much stock."
Jun Changxiao did not think much of it and said, "Take out as much as you have, I want them all."
This tone and tone made the shopkeeper realize that he had met a big customer. Therefore, he hurriedly walked out from the counter and bowed, saying, "Little friend, please wait in the VIP lounge."
"Okay."
Jun Changxiao brought Shang Youhen over.
Just as they sat down, two beautiful ladies came forward to pour tea. They had a 'customer first' smile on their faces.
Gou Sheng was not interested in women.
As the prince of the Great Shang Empire, Shang Youhen naturally did not care.
After drinking tea for half an hour, a middle-aged man with a decent appearance came over with the shopkeeper. He cupped his hands and said, "I am the manager of Hongyun Medicinal Hall. May I know your name, young friend?"
"Handsome Jun."
"…"
The corner of the medicine deacon's mouth twitched. "Good name! Good name. "
"Are the herbs ready?"
Jun Changxiao had done business with the Ai Family in the past, so he had plenty of experience. Thus, he didn't like to waste time and hoped to complete the transaction as soon as possible so that he could move on to the next one.
It wasn't easy for him to find a place that sold the ingredients for refining the Half Sage Pill. If he could afford it, he would buy them all. He wouldn't leave a single one for anyone else!
The System said: "The height of this economic condition depends on the depth of the nine spirit stone pits in the Shang Dynasty's treasury."
"Will you die if you don't complain?!"
"Yes! Right away! "
"…"
The Deacon was also an experienced businessman and he could tell that this customer was in a hurry. Hence, he said: "Your humble servant has already instructed my subordinates to arrange the herbs that Young Master Jun needs and they will be sent over very soon."
"Yes."
Jun Changxiao nodded.
The Deacon took the opportunity to take the initiative to talk and even indirectly asked where Gou Sheng came from.
The list of materials he took out were all high-grade goods and he asked for all of them. This was definitely a rich customer. If it happened to be close to his own plane, it would be convenient for him to do business in the future.
"I'm from the Valoran Continent," Jun Changxiao said.
Gou Sheng wasn't someone who would casually sell his home address. He wasn't worried about being sent blades, but … if he caused a ruckus in the fortress, wouldn't it be the same as tricking the Starfall Continent?
"Valoran Continent?"
From the Deacon's confused eyes, it was obvious that he had never heard of this plane.
Jun Changxiao said: "My plane is made up of Demacia, Noxus, and other countries."
"Every region has a resident hero who is then controlled by a profession called the Summoner. They fight in the Summoner's Canyon. Every year, they also organize a War of the Gods. The winner takes the throne and the loser takes the blame and retires."
The System said: "You really know how to brag!"
"I see."
The Deacon was curious: "Young Master Jun is also a Summoner?"
Jun Changxiao said proudly: "Not only am I a Summoner, but I also control two Natal Heroes. “
"One is the Gale Sword Hero, the other is the Master of Shadow Stream!"
"These are the two most difficult heroes to control. Only I can use them to their fullest potential. People have given me the nickname 'Shill Rope', 'Child's Calamity'!"
Since he had nothing to do, Gou Sheng started bragging.
The Deacon really believed him and asked: "Young Master Jun, where is the Valoran Continent?"
"North of the starry sky, my king is the most beautiful."
Didn't north of the starry sky refer to the north of the universe? As for the last sentence, could it be some kind of code?
After a wild imagination, the Deacon thought to himself: Since I know the approximate location, I should be able to find the place. I'll go take a look when I have time. Maybe I can establish trade with the Valoran Continent.
…
Time always passed quickly when he was bragging.
Jun Changxiao didn't even turn around to take out his sword. Once the Phantom Blade was activated, he couldn't see the amazing maneuvers. After he finished speaking, the herb workers put down the space rings one by one.
"Young Master Jun."
The Deacon smiled and said: "The herbs you need are all here."
As he spoke, he handed over a list and said: "The quantity is also written here."
"Mm."
Jun Changxiao looked at it and suddenly felt a little excited.
Elixirs required 50 types of herbs. Not only did this pharmacy have all of them, but they could also make 100 sets. If he met the requirements of the realm, he could make a bunch of Half-Step Wu Sheng in minutes!
Awesome!
Jun Changxiao suppressed his excitement and said: "How much?"
The Deacon said: "According to the market price, these high-quality herbs cost 1,200,000 Ninth Stage Spirit Stones. But since Young Master Jun wants to buy them all, we'll round it up to …"
"200,000?" Jun Changxiao said.
The Deacon almost fell over.
Rounding it up to the first digit!
"1,000,000!"
"Okay."
Jun Changxiao said: "It's a deal."
The Deacon was a little stunned. After signing the contract, holding the Space Rings full of Ninth Stage Spirit Stones and watching Jun Changxiao leave, he slowly came back to his senses and said with emotion: "It's the first time I've done such a good business with a customer!"
…
One million Ninth Stage Spirit Stones in exchange for 100 Half-Step Saint Elixirs. The average price was 10,000 per pill. This was acceptable to Jun Changxiao. After all, in terms of normal cultivation resources, 10,000 Ninth Stage Spirit Stones might not be enough to cultivate a Half-Step Wu Sheng.
Next.
Gou Sheng went to other herb shops and bought all the herbs he needed. A large number of Ninth Stage Spirit Stones flowed away like water.
The barrier above was dark. Jun Changxiao returned to the inn.
After visiting all the herb shops, he had a total of 1,000 sets of Half-Step Saint Elixirs. He was in a very good mood.
"Patriarch."
Shang Youhen said: "Why don't you let me pay?"
"Your money."
Jun Changxiao said seriously: "How can I use it?"
"You are my Patriarch. You are my family. Please don't treat me as an outsider!" Shang Youhen said.
Jun Changxiao patted him on the shoulder and said: "I'm very happy that you think so."
Speaking of this, his eyes suddenly became cold.
Because in front of the inn, the grumpy old man was leaning against the door with a smile on his face.
"Patriarch!"
Shang Youhen also noticed and hurriedly said: "This guy must be deliberately blocking the door and not letting us in."
"Go and have some tea."
Jun Changxiao pointed to a teahouse next to him and his eyes gradually became cold: "No matter what happens outside, don't come out."
"Patriarch, I'm not thirsty …"
"Go!"
Shang Youhen closed his mouth and then obediently walked to the inn, but he was puzzled: "Why doesn't Patriarch let me out?"
"Boom — — —"
However, just as he walked into the teahouse and before he could sit down, there was a sudden explosion outside. A ripple visible to the naked eye instantly spread out and shattered the tea table and teapot around!
Shang Youhen turned his head stiffly and saw the inn through the window. Every inch of his face gradually stiffened after he opened his mouth and his eyeballs slowly protruded from their sockets.
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