After traveling to the world of cultivation, I rely on the game system to survive

At the other end of the corridor, there is naturally another world.

This is an enclosed space with no sun or moon. The space is filled with lanterns, and the flickering lights illuminate the space as bright as day.

"This is Bailing City's black market," Monk Zhang explained in a low voice. "The black market is a place for exchanging resources and intelligence. Whether you're a sect disciple or a casual cultivator, as long as you have spirit stones, you can buy anything you want on the black market, including human lives. Of course, there are also many things whose origins are unknown."

The black market doesn’t ask about the source or destination, it only recognizes spirit stones. Money is exchanged for goods. Once you leave the black market, no one knows each other.

For example, if the monks find it inconvenient to deal with the things they get from killing people and stealing treasures, they will sell them on the black market. For example, if there are some things that the monks cannot get, they will go to the black market and pay someone to find them for them.

Many of the shameful transactions within the major sects are also carried out secretly here under the guise of the black market.

Everyone coming and going looked exactly like them, dressed in black and wearing black masks, like a mass of black mist.

Monk Zhang led them through the crowd and walked into the black market. From the outside to the inside, Pei Nianyi discovered that there were many medicinal herbs, spiritual weapons and magic weapons in the black market.

There was a wall at the easternmost end of the black market. The crowd gathered around the wall and it was impenetrable. Pei Nian looked carefully and saw that the wall was densely covered with various notices.

[High price reward for a Taoist robe or personal belongings of the same style as Xie Changan of the Sword Sect. Price is negotiable.]

Is this Xie Changan's admirer? I wonder what Xie Changan's expression would be when he saw this notice.

Pei Nianyi took the trouble to pick up a photo stone and recorded the notice, preparing to share it with Senior Sister Yin Tian after returning.

[Team up to explore the Bixi Secret Realm. Foundation Establishment level or above required. Interested parties please visit the inn.]

[A bounty of 500 spirit stones is offered for the head of the demon girl Yu Jiaohong. Money and goods are exchanged.]

The noisy sound from the west caught Pei Nianyi's attention. When he got closer, he found that this was actually an arena.

Two people were fighting fiercely up there. "Snap" a rose brushed past Pei Nianyi's hair and flew past, and then roses kept flying out from the ring.

"Tsk! Too bloody!" This was the comment made by Pei Nianyi, who couldn't see the blood.

The winner was soon revealed. The loser rolled off the ring holding his broken arm, and the winner was not much better off. He dragged his broken leg to the ring manager to collect the spirit stones he won.

A gambling arena where both money and life are gambled, a black market specialty.

The black market life is indeed well-deserved of its reputation. Pei Nian, who lives in a peaceful society, has broadened his horizons.

Further in, there is a wine and flower alley. The air is mixed with the sweet smell of perfume and wine. Wandering cultivators are drinking and chatting with beautiful women and handsome men.

While walking through Huajiu Lane, a fluffy tail hooked towards Pei Nianyi's wrist intentionally or unintentionally.

This was a young man wearing a loose red robe, with a pair of black animal ears on his head. The tip of his fluffy black tail lightly swept across Pei Nianyi's hand, and his big watery eyes stared at Pei Nianyi, which was extremely charming.

Pei Nian was startled and jumped forward to avoid the fluffy tail.

"There are still demon cultivators in this black market?" Pei Nian was surprised. Looking around, he saw several such demon teenagers in Huajiu Lane.

Looking around other places, she found that there were many monsters in the black market.

"Although human cultivators and demon cultivators have been incompatible and rarely interact for nearly a thousand years, the black market is an exception. It only cares about money, not people, so it's normal to see demon cultivators here." Monk Zhang explained, "The rules of the black market are that humans and demons are equal on the surface."

As they were talking, they finally arrived at the auction house.

The black market auction house is very black market. Not only do you need an invitation, but you also have to verify your assets before entering the venue.

According to Monk Zhang, there was once a casual cultivator who bid generously at an auction. However, when the transaction was completed after the auction, it was discovered that the cultivator had no spirit stones at all and was just trying to cause trouble out of jealousy.

There were already quite a few monks queuing at the entrance of the auction house waiting to enter, and when the few people came over, they did not attract anyone's attention.

"Real good stuff rarely appears at those black market stalls. If you want to buy good stuff, you should come to the auction." Monk Zhang continued to talk non-stop. "I heard that tonight's auction item also includes a sixth-grade spiritual medicine..."

"What's a sixth-grade spiritual medicine? The finale of today's auction is a space magic weapon. Country bumpkins shouldn't come to the auction." The person who interrupted was a cultivator in front of them, and the cultivators with him also sneered.

Pei Nianyi and the other two were originally listening to Master Zhang's explanation with great interest. Waiting in line was too boring, and they were so happy to be able to listen to all kinds of gossip about the black market.

But the monk in front of them interrupted their conversation so rudely that it made them feel annoyed. Even though he was wearing a mask, Pei Nianyi still had an expression as if he had seen a fool.

"You run the auction house? You said you don't want to go in, so you don't have to go in?" Pei Nianyi asked bluntly.

The cultivator relied on his own cultivation to mock Pei Nian and the others, thinking that they would swallow their anger, but he did not expect to be retorted.

He paused for a moment and said coldly, "Where did this poor bastard come from? Get out of here!"

Coincidentally, the maid from the auction house had already come to them and was ready to check the entry funds.

The monk casually threw a storage bag onto the maid's tray. He glanced at Pei Nianyi, wanting to see how many spirit stones the girl could take out.

Pei Nianyi handed a storage bag of unknown grade to the maid.

"Not everyone can enter here. You poor fellows should just stay outside and watch the fun. What's the point of pretending if you don't have spirit stones?" the monk laughed.

The maid holding the tray had finished checking the assets. With a smile on her face, she respectfully returned the storage bags to everyone. Another maid holding the tray distributed number plates to the monks who had passed the capital verification.

Most of the monks received the most ordinary wooden plaques, which meant that they had little assets and could only sit in the first-floor hall.

In the tray, a silver plate stands out among the wooden plates. It is a high-end number plate that allows one to go to the VIP seats on the second floor and is a symbol of status.

The maid walked straight up to Pei Nianyi, bowed respectfully, and half-knelt to hand the silver plate to Pei Nianyi: "Dear guest, your seat is on the second floor. Your personal attendant will lead you to your room later. Please wait a moment."

The monk who had mocked her shouted, "Impossible! Going up to the second floor requires two hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones. How could she possibly come up with two hundred thousand?"

The maid's face turned cold: "My dear guest, are you suspecting that I deliberately made a mistake?"

"No, that's not what I meant." The monk explained hurriedly.

"Since you don't doubt me, do you have any other objections? If not, please enter." The maid replied politely, "Today's grand finale is a space magic weapon. You must have assets of more than 500,000 high-grade spirit stones to enter the second floor."

The monk had nothing to say and walked into the auction house in a sullen manner. The auction house had a grand background and the maids inside were not something a mere casual cultivator like him could afford to offend.