Chaos Le Zilong's Journey Through the Heavens

After selective breeding, the healing herbs grown by the Lizardmen were more stable than before and cheaper than traditional healing potions, making them earn a lot of wealth from the unscrupulous businessman Ponlock.

On Ponlock's side, he also sold a certain amount of excess food produced by the Disaster Clan to human countries, which was also a considerable output.

"Your Majesty, the cultivation of healing herbs has reached the next stage, but it requires an area with a certain concentration of magic power, and some magic crystals."

Listening to Sailan's report, Ronnie nodded in approval, recognizing his work results.

After Sailan left, Panglock looked at Ronnie with a smile and rubbed his fingers.

"Your Majesty, the caravan still needs some funds."

Hearing this, Ronnie frowned slightly.

"The caravan must have made a lot of money, so why does it need more funds?"

Hearing this, Ponlock made a somewhat embarrassed expression.

"There's nothing we can do. Our profits are too high, which has attracted the covetousness of some people. A large part of the funds are used to build connections."

There's nothing you can do. Humans are sometimes even greedier than the devil. Plus, Ponlock is not a human, so it's difficult for him to sell things in a human country, even if he disguises himself as the Kingdom of Kava.

"Okay, I see."

Ronnie narrowed his eyes slightly. Since those human countries wanted to gain benefits from the Disaster Clan through pressure testing, he would just have some fun with them.

However, the timing is not right yet, so we can only leave it alone for a while.

After Ponlock left, Salman finally talked about the shortage of people.

"My Lord, the territory of the Disaster Clan is growing larger and larger, and we really don't have enough manpower. There is no one available for medical and teaching professions."

Feeling Salman's eager eyes looking at him, Ronnie curled his lips.

"What's the point of you telling me all this? You can't ask me to kidnap some people for you, right?"

"It would be great if you could."

Ronnie:?_?

Do you really think I'm free? And you want me to rob people.

Just when Ronnie was about to refuse, Salman hit him with a hammer.

"How could I have forgotten that place?"

As he spoke, he took out a sheepskin map from the space and showed it to Ronnie, pointing to an icy place in the north.

"This is the northernmost part of the continent. This place is generally called the Jichuan Black Market. It is a place that even gods cannot interfere with. As long as you have money or cherish resources, you can sell anything there."

Due to its special geographical environment, the Jichuan black market has always been shrouded in ultra-low temperatures, and for unknown reasons, this coldness directly affects the soul.

The constant soul damage makes it impossible for any living creature to survive there. Even the powerful are unwilling to set foot there, so it has become a den of deceit for those lawless people.

Whether they were criminals wanted by the mainland or desperate people who couldn't survive and wanted to take a gamble, all gathered there.

What Salman meant by saying this was that he wanted Ronnie to go there and buy some professional talents in this field.

After listening to it, Ronnie became interested and decided to go there.

After handing over the reforged artifacts to Hogg and the others, Ronnie said something and went to the Jichuan black market with Salman.

There are two ways to go to the Jichuan black market. One is to cross the sea, and the other is to find the teleportation arrays left behind by those desperate criminals scattered all over the continent.

Coincidentally, Salman, who was a legendary traveler during his lifetime, had been there and knew where the teleportation array was.

Ronnie recovered to a height of more than 30 meters, spread the dragon wings behind him, and flew towards the southeast, with Salman following closely behind.

After about a week of flying, Ronnie and Salman finally landed on an uninhabited island.

As soon as he landed, Ronnie seemed to sense something and looked towards the south.

"This aura is from a god... but it feels weaker than the God of War."

"My Lord, what are you mumbling about?"

"nothing."

After saying that, Ronnie followed Salman towards the depths of the island.

Finally, they arrived at a cave covered by weeds. After clearing the weeds, the hidden teleportation array was revealed.

The teleportation array is very simple and looks very old.

But it makes sense. Salman was alive at least a few hundred years ago. Even so, this teleportation array can still be used.

After Ronnie shrank to five meters, he stood on the teleportation array with Salman.

As the magic power was injected, the scene changed and they appeared in the Jichuan black market.

This is a small town with all kinds of shops such as hotels, and the noisy sounds of hawking can be heard constantly.

Looking at the small town which was no different from the outside world, Ronnie raised his eyebrows. It was very different from what he had imagined. There was no gloomy feeling, but rather it was very normal. As for what was the same as he had imagined, it was that everyone wore a wide black robe that covered their bodies, and used masks and magic props to conceal their breath to hide their true identities.

At this time, Salman also started to explain.

"This is still the outskirts of the Jichuan black market, which can be considered a buffer zone. The reason why they dress like that is purely to save trouble. After all, they are all desperate criminals in the outside world and have many enemies."

Ronnie nodded and did not choose to hide himself, but walked towards the town.

There are many towns like this outside the Jichuan black market, and they are all connected by teleportation arrays.

Since most of them are desperate criminals, there is a tacit understanding that they cannot take action here.

Ronnie walked around for a while and found that most of the goods sold by the vendors were fake. However, since they have lived here for many years, they naturally have a good eye and no one would be fooled.

Those who sell fake goods basically come to cheat first-time visitors.

"Mr. Dragon, would you like to come and have a look? I found all these things in the ruins of the gods."

Hearing this, Ronnie looked over.

I found that the stall owner was actually a person who looked like an old lady with eyes gouged out and a hollow smile. The reason why I said this was because Ronnie saw another figure through this body, and the one in front of him was probably just a puppet.

As for what she sells on her stall, they are all genuine goods.

After all, dragons are naturally able to identify the value of items. Anyone who can call out Ronnie must be very confident in his things.

Seeing this, Ronnie also became interested and picked up a bone on the stall that was similar to a human tibia.

Feeling the faint breath of divine power coming from above, Ronnie couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"Mr. Julong has a good eye. This is a demigod bone. It can be made into a magic prop, or it can be collected. After all, there are not many demigods on this continent."

Hearing this, Ronnie put down the bone and looked at the puppet with a smile.

"I'm not interested in what you have on your stall. If you have something better, let's talk about it, or you can trade with me in person."

Hearing this, the old lady puppet was stunned for a moment, then she laughed in a low voice, and then she seemed to have become a different person, and she lifted her hair in a charming manner.

"What an interesting little creature, if you dare to go to the depths of the real black market."

If it was a beautiful woman, it might look nice, but the old lady with hollow eyes in front of him was just disgusting.

Seeing that the old lady stopped talking, Ronnie took Salman towards the real black market.

But he hadn't walked far before he was stopped again.