"So this is the Ji clan's West Prefecture City?"
After leaving the Sharphorn Tribe, Qi Heng took a stroll through the surrounding territories, trying to learn more about this world. Half a month later, Qi Heng finally arrived at the Ji clan's West Prefecture City.
"This city is doing pretty well!"
In front of him was an enormous, bustling city. The entire city had no less than five hundred thousand people living within it. Merchants and merchants from all walks of life came and went in an endless stream.
This was the largest city in the vast expanse of land surrounding the West Prefecture City, and was also the center of trade for the various tribes.
"Refined weapons, ten beastheads of gold each!"
"Top-quality spirit medicines …"
On the streets, there were people selling slaves, furs, weapons, wild beasts, monstrous beasts … there were all sorts of things. There were even precious books, godly weapons, poisons, herbs, secret techniques, and more.
Upon entering the West Prefecture City, it was as though he had arrived at an extraordinarily bustling marketplace.
"Godly weapons! Peerless godly weapons! "
As he walked, Qi Heng saw a large group of people in front of him.
A large man with a black serpent coiled around his arm was holding up a pitch-black sheathed longsword, shouting loudly, "A hundred beastheads of gold! An incomparably sharp, peerless godly weapon, only a hundred beastheads of gold. "
"A hundred beastheads of gold? That's too much! "
"Exactly! A longsword, no matter how sharp it is, is still just a weapon! "
Hearing the black serpent man's price, the surrounding people all shook their heads.
"Eh? A magic treasure? A damaged magic treasure? In terms of material and crafting methods, they are simply unsightly. "
Qi Heng glanced at it, then shook his head. "Someone would want something that isn't even as good as trash?"
"I'll buy it!"
At this moment, the crowd on the opposite side parted. A young man with a height of 1.6 meters, wearing animal skin clothing, and a somewhat childish face, walked out from behind the crowd.
This youth was naturally Ji Ning!
"Young master Ning!"
"Young master Ning has come!"
"Greetings, young master Ning!"
Seeing the youth walk out, the surrounding people hurriedly bowed towards him.
"No need to be so courteous, everyone."
Ning smiled and nodded towards the crowd, then looked towards the black serpent man. "Let me take a look at your sword!"
Seeing the black serpent hesitate, as though worried that Ning would try to rob him, Ning laughed and shook his head. "Don't worry. I won't rob you. I'm not a tycoon … Oh, I mean, you don't have to worry about my character. "
Seeing that the serpent-man was still in a daze, Ning laughed and shook his head. Fine, they didn't understand the words' rich second generation 'and' good character '.
"Eh?"
Others might not understand, but Qi Heng did.
He also had memories from his previous life as an "Earthling". His current name was the name of his previous life as an "Earthling".
"Can it be that this young master Ji Ning is a fellow Earthling?"
As an Earthling, Qi Heng was naturally no stranger to stories like "transmigration." Although in his opinion, "Earth" was probably just a world formed from a fragment of the Continent of Origin after it shattered.
"To be able to retain the memories of his previous life after reincarnation, that's quite extraordinary."
Even he, Autarch Hunyuan's truesoul, had reincarnated countless times before he was lucky enough to awaken the memories of his previous life.
Qi Heng was very surprised that Ji Ning could retain the memories of his previous life. "Can it be that he didn't reincarnate but 'transmigrated'?"
"Fine, that's none of my business."
Shaking his head with a smile, Qi Heng turned and left the crowd without any intention of greeting his fellow Earthling.
"My own memories don't know much about this era. It seems that I'll have to assimilate into this era to understand it better."
Qi Heng smiled. "Based on the memories of Earthlings, to assimilate into a place, one first needs an identity card … oh, one's background."
In the future, no matter what sect or organization one joined, one would definitely need an identity card.
Of course, Qi Heng didn't need to join any Sect. However, in order to understand this era, it was necessary to join an organization, especially an official organization.
"If it's origin …"
Qi Heng turned his head and scanned the market. Suddenly, he saw a shop belonging to the Blackmountain Tribe.
"Blackmountain Workshop? Forging weapons? A small tribe like the Blackmountain Tribe actually has a shop in West Prefecture City? Can it be that they specialize in forging weapons? "
Qi Heng turned and walked towards the Blackmountain Workshop. He had already made up his mind. "I stayed at the base of Eastcloud Mountain for ten years. My true body was reconstructed there, so I can be considered a member of the Blackmountain Tribe."
A short while later, Qi Heng stepped into the Blackmountain Workshop.
"Customer, what would you like to order?"
A pretty girl from the Blackmountain Tribe came forward with a smile.
Just as Qi Heng was about to speak, he suddenly heard a terrified scream ring out from within the workshop.
"Ah! You … you … "
A muscular man with a swarthy face, wielding a giant hammer, stared at Qi Heng with a face full of terror.
"Little Yao, back off!"
The man pushed the girl behind him, raised his hammer, and stared nervously at Qi Heng. "You … we … this is the Ji clan's West Prefecture City. Don't act recklessly! The Ji clan's power is beyond your imagination. If you dare cause trouble in their city, they definitely won't let you off. "
"You know me?"
Qi Heng glanced at the man, then smiled and nodded. "It's good that you know me. Don't be nervous. I'm here … to join the Blackmountain Tribe. "
"You … of course I know you … eh? Join the Blackmountain Tribe? "
As the black-faced man was speaking, he suddenly froze. His face was full of shock, "You … joined … joined the Black Mountain Tribe?"
"Yes! Is it strange? Isn't it said that as long as a tribe takes them in, any human wandering outside can join another tribe? "
Qi Heng smiled and nodded. In the past half month, he had gathered quite a bit of information while wandering around the various tribes. He knew some of the rules of this era.
"But … but … these are the rules of the human race. You're a fiendish demon …"
The man didn't know what to say.
You're a Diremonster, yet you want to join the Blackmountain Tribe? Do you want to raise humans and eat them whenever you want?
"Who said I'm a fiendish demon? I'm clearly a human! How can I have any demonic aura on me? "
Qi Heng was somewhat speechless.
Although he had reconstructed his true body with a trace of Prime Hunyuan's bloodline, this true body was completely human. Even if he wanted to transform into a yellow bear, he didn't have the ability to do so!
"But … I heard that demon immortals can cultivate until they don't have any demonic aura …"
The man was still retorting.
"Bastard! If I were a demon immortal, would I still need to torment your Blackmountain Tribe? What do you have that's worth me scheming for? "
Qi Heng glared. "Do you agree or not?"
"I agree! I agree! "
The man trembled in fright and quickly nodded. "You … you … from today onward, you're a member of the Blackmountain Tribe."
At this point, the man looked eagerly at Qi Heng. "Sir, you … you have to have a title in the Blackmountain Tribe."
"Title?"
Qi Heng nodded and turned to look at the man. He said faintly, "I'm … Old Demon Black Mountain!"
"Ah …"
The hammer in the man's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.
Old Demon Black Mountain, this title … and he said he wasn't a fiendish demon?
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