"Give me a compartment and bring me some good food."
The grey-robed middle-aged man casually lifted the robe covering his waist, and a small grey jade tablet flashed. There were two silver underworld characters on it, "Hole Hair".
"So it's an esteemed guest. Apologies for not going out to meet you. Please follow me." The waiter's eyesight was astonishing. The grey jade tablet had been revealed for less than a breath's time, but he seemed to have seen it clearly.
The waiter smiled at the grey-robed middle-aged man, then turned and walked towards the backyard.
The grey-robed middle-aged man did not say much. He put his hands behind his back and followed expressionlessly.
The two of them came to the courtyard behind the restaurant, turned a corner, and stopped in front of a guest room.
"Sir, the room in front is the one in front." The waiter cupped his hands and bowed to the grey-robed middle-aged man. He did not linger, but turned and left.
After the grey-robed middle-aged man saw that the waiter had left, he withdrew his gaze and released his divine sense to investigate the surroundings. Then, he looked at the guest room in front of him.
This person was Liu Ming.
It had been two years since he had encountered Green Spirit in the Black Crystal Forest.
In these two years, he had been cultivating and inquiring about information regarding the Death of the Ghost King. However, he had not gained much.
However, just over two months ago, by chance, he came to know of an extremely mysterious force in the Netherworld Realm — the existence of the Hole Hair.
It was said that the Hole Hair was extremely secretive, and their force covered every major region of the Netherworld Realm. They engaged in all kinds of dark transactions, buying and selling all kinds of strange items, exchanging information, and even providing assassination services.
In short, as long as one could pay a high price, there was nothing that this force could not do or find out.
No one knew exactly how strong the Hole Infinity Force was, but it was rumored that most of the city governors of the powers in the Ninth Hell had dealings with it, and even the few Nether Kings were no exception. They had never interfered with the various activities of the Hole Infinity Force within their jurisdiction.
After Liu Ming learned about the existence of this force, he was naturally overjoyed. However, if he wanted to come into contact with this force and participate in the Hole Hair Meeting, he would need to obtain a token.
Liu Ming glanced at the grey jade tablet at his waist. The corner of his eye twitched slightly. In order to obtain this item, he had paid a great price. Even now, he still felt the pinch.
He shook his head and gathered his thoughts. He took a few steps forward and knocked on the door twice.
"Come in." A slightly aged voice came from inside the house.
"Creak!" After a muffled sound, the wooden door opened and Liu Ming stepped into the room.
What appeared in front of him was a very simple room. There was only a mahogany table, and behind the table sat a benevolent-looking old man in a green robe. However, his face was pale, making him look a little strange.
On one side of the room, there was a rather large carved screen, which was glowing faintly. It seemed to be covered with some kind of restriction.
Liu Ming's Divine Sense swept past the green-robed old man. This person's aura was deep and restrained. Surprisingly, he was at the late Jin Dan stage.
"Are you going to participate in this Donghao Meeting?" The old man in green asked coldly.
"That's right." Liu Ming took the jade tablet from his waist and handed it to the other party without any expression.
The old man stretched out a skinny arm and took the jade tablet. His eyes swept over the jade tablet, and a faint white light appeared in his eyes. He nodded and returned the jade tablet to Liu Ming.
"No problem, please come in." The old man raised his head and looked at Liu Ming again. He took out a palm-sized token and shook it slightly. A white light shot out and fell on the screen in the room.
The surface of the screen flowed with spiritual light, revealing a short circular passage. At the other end was a shining teleportation array.
"Inside is the entrance to the venue of this Donghao Meeting." The green-robed old man saw that Liu Ming seemed to be hesitating and said lightly.
After a little thought, Liu Ming took out a ghost mask and put it on his face. This was a dark tool that he found in the storage instrument of the green-faced old man. It had the effect of isolating Divine Sense. It was just the right time to use it.
After putting on the mask, he directly passed through the passage and stood on the teleportation array inside.
The teleportation array flickered for a while, and his figure suddenly disappeared.
Liu Ming felt his vision blur. After the light dissipated, he appeared in a cave that was nearly a hundred meters wide.
"Welcome to the Donghao Meeting of the Donghao Meeting." A cold female voice sounded.
A masked Fiend woman in a black and white robe was standing beside the teleportation array.
Liu Ming nodded and then looked around.
There were dozens of trapezoidal platforms near and far in the cave. Each platform had a teleportation array, which was faintly shining.
Next to each array was a nameplate, which was marked with the name of each city. Next to each array stood a masked Fiend in a black and white robe.
"Cold Moon City."
"Sky Hunter City."
"Cold Water City."
…
Liu Ming glanced roughly, but he found that several cities he knew were all in the list.
With an expressionless face, Liu Ming stepped off the platform and walked along a passage in front of him.
It wasn't long before his eyes lit up, and a spacious underground square appeared in front of him.
This underground square was round and dozens of acres in size. It was very spacious, and the ceiling was inlaid with a large number of stones that emanated soft white light, illuminating the entire underground space.
At this moment, five to six hundred Fiends were standing in the square, making it look rather lively.
Other than the Dong Hao members who wore black and white robes, most of the others were the same as Liu Ming. They wore masks or cloaks that had concealment effects on their faces. Some even used secret techniques to conceal their appearances, making their faces blurry.
Liu Ming scanned the area with his divine sense, and his heart shuddered slightly. Based on the auras of those present, more than half of them were at the Jin Dan stage or above.
On the other side of the square were a few loft-like buildings of different sizes. From time to time, Fiends would walk in and out of them. Each and every one of them had a rectangular plaque hanging over its door.
Judging from the names written on the plaques, they seemed to be providing services such as information trading, treasure trading, or assassination.
Liu Ming wasn't surprised by the scene in front of him. Aside from the usual services, the Donghao Meeting would hold a regional convention like this one every once in a while. It was just that the location of the convention was different every time.
Liu Ming's arrival didn't attract any attention from the other Fiends. Naturally, he was happy to see this, and so he strode forward.
However, when he reached the center of the square, he discovered that quite a few Fiends had set up some crude stalls, and people were passing by from time to time.
An idea occurred to him upon seeing this.
Since he had enough time, he might as well go and see if he could find anything useful in these cultivators' hands.
Come to think of it, the Donghao Meeting was the perfect place to sell stolen goods. There were some cultivation techniques, Dark tools, or rare materials that people didn't dare to trade in in the outside world. As long as they came here, no one would bother to inquire about the origins of those treasures. Instead, they would trade with each other at an equivalent price.
Therefore, some famous magic treasures of fallen almighty experts, and even some treasures and spiritual materials that had been stolen from the homes of some city lords could be found here.
Liu Ming walked in the open hall, his eyes wandering around casually.
When he passed by a stall, his eyes suddenly lit up.
The stall owner was a big man wearing a baby-face mask. In front of him was a simple wooden table that was piled with a dazzling array of items. However, what attracted Liu Ming's attention was a blood-red ball of unpolished jade lying in the corner.
Liu Ming looked at the object in front of him and was about to speak when the baby-faced man in front of him made a hand sign and released a white, misty soundproof barrier that covered the two of them.
"Your Excellency, are you interested in this Precious Warm Yang Stone? This thing is very rare nowadays, and it's most suitable to be refined into a defensive Nether treasure. Even if you wear it on your body, it can also protect you from some Yin-attribute Formation Restrictions. Fifty thousand Nether Stones, non-negotiable, "the baby-faced man said quickly.
"Precious Warm Yang Stone?"
When Liu Ming heard this, his eyes narrowed.
The person in front of him was not talking nonsense. This thing was an extremely rare spiritual jade in the Netherworld Realm, and it was worth this price. If it was in the Middle Sky Continent, its value might be higher.
According to some of his inquiries over the years, the Ghost King's Sorrow was located between the Secluded Water Realm and the Nether Clear Domain. It was near the outermost area of the two domains, and it was wrapped in a layer of extremely powerful tidal cold current.
This kind of tidal cold current was extremely overbearing, and it was an existence that was close to a natural disaster. Moreover, under the influence of the special terrain of the Ghost King's Sorrow, it was very difficult for even a Celestial State cultivator to break through.
If he could get this Precious Warm Yang Stone, his chances would be much higher.
"I have a pair of magic treasure sword prototype level, plus ten thousand Nether Stones, in exchange for this Precious Warm Yang Stone. You'll only make a profit. How about it?" Liu Ming said unhurriedly. He made a hand sign and two purple long swords appeared in his hands.
This was the Dark Weapon that the young swordsman, Jian Wu, who died in the hands of Xu Ling, called.
"Hehe, more than enough, more than enough." The burly man wearing a baby mask glanced at the two swords in Liu Ming's hands, and his eyes lit up. As if he was afraid that Liu Ming would regret it, he hurriedly handed over the jade in his hand.
Liu Ming did not say much. He pointed with one hand, and the jade instantly flew into his hand. A heat flow quickly spread along his palm to his whole body, making him feel like his whole body was burning.
It was indeed the Precious Warm Yang Stone. It seemed that this trip was not in vain.
Liu Ming was secretly delighted. He threw the two swords and a bag of Nether Stones over. He did not stay any longer. He put away the jade and left with his Divine Thought.
Although the two swords were not bad, he already had the Mother-Child Yin Spirit Sword and the Bitter Friendship Sword, which were not inferior to these two swords. It was naturally better to exchange them for other treasures that he urgently needed.
After Liu Ming walked around for a while, he did not find anything else that was suitable for him. He immediately looked at the few pavilions in the distance. After thinking for a while, he strode toward the shortest building among them.
The plaque on the door of this two-story building had the words "Ancient Dawn Pavilion" written on it.
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