Yinshan Record

Chapter 774 Black Market Opens: Five Dragon Medicine
The night is dark and windy.

Sun Cheng, his face covered with a black cloth, carefully turned onto a small mountain path.

As he walked, he suddenly turned into the mountains and forests.

After running for about two or three miles, they finally came to the foot of a big tree. This tree had been growing in the mountains for who knows how many years, and it was about as wide as four or five people could hug.

He gently tapped the tree three times.

A deep voice came from inside.

"Is the Great Way not empty?"

"All laws will be extinguished."

As he made the cut, a hole suddenly appeared in the tree, big enough for him to squeeze through.

As soon as Sun Cheng walked in, he heard someone say something next to him.

"Senior Brother Sun is truly fortunate. Now that he has become a disciple of that person, he is on the rise. He will surely help me out in the future."

He turned his head and saw a familiar-looking guy watching him from the side.

You were recognized already? Damn it, then all that effort I put into hiding it was for nothing.

"Let's get rich together."

Although he couldn't remember the person's name, Sun Cheng still put on a friendly smile.

He followed the path carved out of the tree trunk downwards until he finally arrived at a rather vast underground hall, the walls of which were illuminated by pure white flames, making the underground area brightly lit.

People come and go below, some hiding their faces like Sun Cheng, while others openly pick and choose.

Under this big tree was a bustling market, where countless people were selecting items.

The stalls, big and small, sell everything from rare birds and animals to extremely rare medicinal materials.

Sun Cheng pulled the mask off his face, lowered his head, and walked away.

He hadn't taken more than two steps when he was bumped hard by someone.

Sun Cheng raised his head, about to lash out, when he saw a grinning fat man looking down at him.

"Old Sun, I heard you've made a fortune?"

"Fatty Wen".

Sun Cheng squeezed out a few words using his back molars.

Damn it, I shouldn't have worn this mask. Anyone could tell it was me.

Sun Cheng reached out and removed the black cloth from his face, then wiped his hands.

"I also said that you got stung by some insect in your mouth and you're using this thing to cover it up."

Fatty Wen didn't stand on ceremony with him and immediately put his arm around his shoulder.

"I heard you've got a lot of good stuff on you lately. We've been friends for so many years, so why don't you give me a break?"

"Um……"

Sun Cheng responded with a snort, but didn't say anything more.

The black market beneath this large tree is where the disciples of the Longevity Cult exchange what they need.

For the top-level members of the Longevity Cult, such as Hua Gu and Jin Yunu, who were skilled in the Void Step, the Longevity Cult was no different from their own.

Unless it's an extremely rare material, everything else is readily available.

However, for disciples at the Core Formation stage and lower levels, the sect implements the most basic rationing system: you get what you are given.

This naturally creates the urge to trade, where people take out what they don't need to exchange for goods they do need. With trade comes profit and price difference.

The black market gradually flourished.

Of course, even though it's called a black market, it's all under the protection of a certain chief executive; it's essentially a gray industry under his name.

“Brother, whatever you need, I have it all here. Why bother haggling with them?”

Fatty Wen held Sun Cheng tightly.

"Let's go, let's talk somewhere else."

As a major merchant in this black market, Fatty Wen, despite being at the Divine Realm, still had his own exclusive territory.

This is all because he is one of the chiefs of the Eight Families and the representative of the Hanako-ryu lineage here.

This is why Sun Cheng neither wanted to have too much contact with him nor had any way to refuse him.

Hanako Ryu is a disciple of Venerable Lingkong, and also has the support of the Immortal Changsheng.

Sun Cheng himself was merely an outsider in Jin Yunu's faction.

As an ordinary person, Sun Cheng understood all too well the meaning of loyalty and the cost of betrayal.

But here, Sun Cheng had no way to refuse Fatty Wen.

The two walked on and finally arrived at the small building that belonged exclusively to Fatty Wen.

A square table, round stools, and a painted screen behind them.

A thick haze of smoke enveloped the small room.

In the corner of the room sat several cultivators at the Divine Transformation Realm dressed in black. When they saw Fatty Wen carrying Sun Cheng approaching, they all stood up and bowed.

"Everybody sit down, everybody sit down."

Fatty Wen laughed and said, "This is Senior Brother Sun Cheng, who's been making waves lately. He's become a disciple of that Uncle Yang. Hehe, he's really lucky. You don't know, Senior Brother Sun and I joined our Longevity Sect in the same year and have been inseparable friends ever since."

Sun Cheng reluctantly sat down opposite Fatty Wen.

"Senior Brother Sun, you've distributed quite a few elixirs in the market these past few days." Fatty Wen said, taking out a small black square box from his sleeve and gently opening it.

A bright red pill was right in the box, and a strange fragrance immediately wafted out. The cultivators sitting in the corner immediately took several sniffs.

Even Sun Cheng looked at the elixir in front of him with some covetousness.

Indeed, it was the superior quality produced by that person.

"The Five Dragons Locking Pill can enlighten the spirit and advance cultivation. It is ranked ninth among the twelve great medicines of our sect. Those who have mastered the Rejuvenation Pill can comprehend the changes of Yin and Yang and the spiritual mechanism of creation. The most wonderful thing is that if we, who are at the level of spiritual enlightenment, take it, in addition to the above effects, we can also leap to the realm of the pinnacle within a quarter of an hour, sense the mysteries within, and benefit countless times in our future cultivation."

Fatty Wen stared at the pill with great greed.

"Unfortunately, our sect has not seen such a great medicine for fifty years. The last time we saw it was when Ancestor Wuwang returned to the sect and, on a whim, refined a batch."

He shook his head and expressed his regret.

"According to the prescription, this medicine must be made with dragon blood as a guide and the spirit of the Yin Demon, such as the Cold Shadow Azure Python, and it can only be made after going through many tribulations."

Fatty Wen looked at Sun Cheng with a serious expression.

"I have also seen the medicinal materials used in Lingyu Palace these past few days, and I have not seen any dragon blood or Cold Shadow Azure Python used. How does that person refine such pills? I would appreciate it if Brother Sun could enlighten me."

Want me to clear things up for you?

You deserve it.

Sun Cheng glanced at the painted screen behind Fatty Wen out of the corner of his eye.

There must be someone else who really wants to hear it.

"This...I don't know either."

"Brother Sun, you've been by that person's side for so long, can't you even sneak into the alchemy room?"

“Brother, I’m just a servant who does odd jobs, what could I possibly know?”

Sun Cheng said with a smile, "However, I still have two Netherworld Five Dragon Pills here. If you can take them, we can chat some more."

As he spoke, he pulled out two identical small square boxes from his sleeve, casually flicked them open, and another exotic fragrance rose out.

Fatty Wen's eyes widened.

In terms of quality, these two are even better than the previous Five Dragon Pill.

What kind of market is this? Major drugs that haven't been seen for decades are flooding out like they're free?

"Brother, this is the order form we issued."

As Sun Cheng spoke, he pulled a slip of paper from his sleeve, on which a lot of information was written in a lively and dynamic manner.

"Please demonstrate."

Fatty Wen took the note with both hands and glanced at it briefly.

Flying Fire Returns to Mother? This thing disappeared from the market thirty years ago. The Eight-Winged Fire Toad—there are only three in the sect. Such a treasure from the vast storehouse—if it weren't for the Longevity Immortal personally retrieving it, who would release it to him?

Of the dozen or so medicinal ingredients, there is one striking feature: none of them are present.

What kind of price is this?

"Brother Sun."

Having already grasped the value of this person, Fatty Wen naturally no longer treated him as an ordinary person.

"If there were only this one Five Dragon Pill in this sect, we could still follow the market price, but now there are three."

His round fingers tapped on the table.

"Even if I manage to gather all these things for you, if that person refines ten more tomorrow, I'll be at a huge loss."

Is the Five Dragon Pill any good?

Alright, the fact that it can increase the probability of a cultivator at the Divine Realm achieving the pinnacle of power is enough to make it a priceless treasure.

But no matter how good it is, there has to be a bottom line on the price.

Nobody knows what kind of alchemy Lingyu Palace uses. If they were to dig up the secrets here like beans, Old Wen would be ruined.

"Then Brother Wen, please think about it some more."

As Sun Cheng spoke, he carefully put the two pills away again.

"Don't leave."

Fatty Wen trembled all over, and he gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"If you consume all the Five Dragon Pills in the future, I can gather everything on this list for you in ten days, ten days in total."

Sun Cheng glanced at him.

"Five days, get it done in five days, then you can come and settle the deal with me."

Fatty Wen nodded.

"it is good."

Sun Cheng smiled at Fatty Wen.

"Brother Wen, may you prosper."

"Hehe, you're too kind, you're too kind."

Fatty Wen reached up and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Someone, escort Brother Sun to his place."

(End of this chapter)