The hair and beard of this Human Race Emperor were all white, his appearance was old, and his body was stooped. He seemed to have lived for two or three thousand years and was about to reach the end of his long life.
However, the spiritual light around his body was bright and intertwined, and his aura was so powerful that it made one's heart palpitate. It was not inferior to some newly advanced Saints, and he was definitely a terrifying existence who controlled the fate of a supreme sect or ancient family in the martial world.
The difference in status and strength between this giant of the Human Race and Lin Buzheng was as great as the distance between heaven and earth.
Under normal circumstances, Lin Buzheng, who was only at the Spirit Path Realm, did not even have the qualifications to meet or worship him, let alone talk to him.
However, this was the Ghost Market that connected all heavens and realms, and the martial artists who entered were only buyers and sellers. There was no difference in status or strength, which made it possible for Lin Buzheng to talk to this ancient Emperor on equal footing.
The spiritual soil of heaven and earth that this ancient Emperor was selling was a high-grade heaven-step spiritual soil, the Heavenly Calamity Soil. Legend had it that the heavens sent down a lightning tribulation and swallowed it by a strange terrain.
It perfectly preserved the power of the heavenly tribulation and could refine the physical body and soul of a martial artist to the extreme, dispelling all curses, but there was no danger of death when facing the heavenly tribulation. It was so magical that it was of great use even to an Emperor-level giant.
Although the value of the Heavenly Calamity Soil was far less than the Source Liquid produced by the Quasi-emperor Soul-returning Wood, it would take at least three pieces of Spirit Wood to exchange for the Heavenly Calamity Soil in Lin Buzheng's hands.
However, this ancient Emperor did not trade for it at this price. Instead, he symbolically took a piece of Spirit Wood from Lin Buzheng and gave him the Heavenly Calamity Soil as a way of taking care of his younger generation.
Among the Human Race, there was no lack of extremely vicious people like the Soul Demon Sect and the Myriad God Sect, who regarded the lives of mortals as worthless and killed them as they pleased. However, there were also benevolent elders like this ancient Emperor who took care of their younger generation.
Perhaps when this ancient emperor was young, he was just like Lin Buzheng. When he first came to the Ghost City in a daze, he received the kind care of a human tycoon.
Therefore, now that he did not have much time to live, he chose to visit this place again and pass on this good karma.
As for Lin Buzheng, he would remember today's karma. In the future, when his cultivation reached a certain level, he would continue to take care of the younger generation of the human race. This karma would be passed down from generation to generation, never to be extinguished.
The Dragon Snake Lotus was said to be a lotus formed by absorbing the mating qi of a dragon and a snake. It could heal all injuries of martial artists and could never be extinguished.
Legend had it that the Dragon Snake Lotus was a lotus formed by absorbing the mating energy of a dragon and a snake. It could heal all the injuries of a cultivator, and at the same time, it could make up for the innate deficiencies of living beings.
Compared to before, the half Sage herb that Lin Buzheng traded with the two-faced dwarf was even more precious. However, compared to the quasi-Emperor-level Soul Returning Wood, it was still inferior.
However, compared to the Quasi-emperor Soul-returning Wood, Lin Buzheng finally exchanged a piece of Soul-returning Wood for the Dragon Snake Lotus.
At this point, not only did Lin Buzheng recover the huge amount of money he spent to buy the Soul-returning Wood, but he also had ten pieces of Soul-returning Wood in his hands. His wealth had skyrocketed by more than a hundred times!
However, at the same time, Lin Buzheng's luck seemed to have run out. After carefully searching the Ghost Market for a long time, he did not find any treasures worth buying.
During this period, Lin Buzheng found another cursed treasure, which was suspected to be related to a True God.
Unfortunately, after the Demon Refinement Scripture broke the curse contained in the Soul-returning Wood, its power was exhausted and it fell into silence. It needed a long period of nourishment before it could recover and continue to refine spiritual items.
Therefore, even though Lin Buzheng was very interested in this treasure, he did not trade it after thinking it over again.
"It's going to be dawn..."
Lin Buzheng said to himself and estimated the time. The night was about to pass, and it was time for him to leave the Ghost Market.
The Ghost Market was connected to the Myriad Worlds. The time in each world was different, and the flow of time was also different.
The Ghost Market would open at night and close at dawn. Therefore, from the inside of the Ghost Market, there were creatures from different worlds entering and exiting at every moment.
"Strange, this emperor clearly remembered that the old man's stall was nearby. Why is it gone?"
At some point, Xiao Hui, who had been sleeping soundly on Lin Buzheng's shoulder, quietly stood up. Its eyes were like torches as it looked left and right, obviously looking for something in the Ghost Market.
Lin Buzheng was suddenly very curious. "Xiao Hui, what are you looking for?"
"A wonton shop... The wontons are quite fragrant, but the old man selling them has a bad temper..."
Xiao Hui wanted to say something but stopped. It was evasive, obviously hiding something.
"Meow, found it, over there!"
"Kid, go over there!"
At this moment, Xiao Hui's eyes suddenly lit up. It stretched out its front paw and pointed in a certain direction.
"Sure enough, there's a wonton shop!"
"But... this wonton shop is too run-down!"
Lin Buzheng looked in the direction Xiao Hui was pointing. Sure enough, he found a shop with a rag stuck in front of the door. On it was written the words "Wonton Shop" in large, grease-stained letters.
This wonton shop was very small. It only had a wooden table, a wooden stool, an iron pot, and an old man.
The wooden table and stool were covered in dust, the iron pot was covered in rust, and the old man was also stooped and old.
Perhaps it was because this wonton shop looked too run-down, so much so that the passersby didn't even bother to glance at this wonton shop.
"Meow, what do you know?"
"Not everyone has the qualifications to eat the wontons of this wonton shop."
"Since ancient times, I don't know how many unparalleled experts, the tycoons of a clan, the lords of a world have longed to enter this wonton shop, but couldn't get a bowl of wontons."
"Although they can see this wonton shop, even if they spend their entire lives, they still can't get to the wonton shop. As for those with mediocre martial arts aptitude, they can't even see this wonton shop."
"In short, you can forgo any opportunity in the Ghost City, but you can't miss this wonton shop!"
Lin Buzheng had never heard Xiao Hui's tone so eager and excited.
"Then... if a martial artist eats the wontons of this wonton shop, what benefits can they get?"
Lin Buzheng asked doubtfully.
"The benefits are great!"
"For example, lifespan, karmic luck, heavenly eyes, magical powers... whatever benefits you can think of, this wonton shop can give you!"
"Meow, don't ask so many questions, hurry up and go!"
Under Xiao Hui's urging, Lin Buzheng walked towards the wonton shop step by step. Before long, he had already entered the wonton shop. He couldn't help but think in his heart: "Entering this wonton shop doesn't seem as difficult as Xiao Hui said..."
"Old man, give me a bowl of wonton!"
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