It’s just cultivating immortality, who isn’t a favorite of heaven?

For the sake of convenience, Cheng Shuyan simply stayed at the Xiankelai Inn that Su Shang mentioned.

Seven days passed in a flash. On the seventh day, as night fell, Cheng Shuyan in the inn clearly felt that there were many more people around.

Most of these people are high-level Qi training cultivators, and occasionally foundation-building cultivators can also be seen.

It seems that the threshold of this black market is quite high, and you can probably find a lot of good things in it.

As night fell, the number of monks near the inn gradually decreased. It seemed that each person entered at a different time. The other monks must have entered the black market first.

It was not until the midnight that Su Shang said that Cheng Shuyan walked to the designated location and activated the entry talisman.

The entrance talisman was driven by her spiritual power, emitting starlight and pointing in a direction.

Soon, an underground entrance appeared under the effect of the entrance talisman, and at the same time, a masked monk appeared at the entrance.

"Give me the entrance token."

The monk's voice was hoarse and cold, without a trace of emotion, as if it had been masked by magic.

After checking her entry token, the monk took out a mask and handed it to her, while stepping aside to make way behind him.

“This mask can block divine sense detection, and it was originally sold to other cultivators for two hundred spirit stones each.

However, since you are a distinguished guest recommended by the Su Shang shopkeeper, we will not accept your spirit stones. This is just a small token of our appreciation from the black market. Please accept it."

This specifically pointed out Su Shang's favor. Upon hearing this, she took the mask, thanked the man, and walked towards the passage behind him.

The passage was a narrow stone staircase. It took about a cup of tea to walk down and reach the black market.

This underground space seems to be right below the Cyclamen Inn and is a huge round hall.

The round hall is inlaid with fluorescent stones for lighting, but there are not many of them, just enough to barely see the environment.

There was a low table at the entrance of the round hall with a sign on it that read "Stall Rental". A monk was sitting in front of the low table, registering the monks who wanted to rent stalls.

She didn't have anything she needed to do, so she walked straight inside.

The entire circular hall was divided into stalls of varying sizes, and most of the stalls were occupied by monks at this moment.

The things these people sell are all kinds of strange things, including unknown minerals, incomplete martial arts techniques, magic weapons that have lost all their spiritual power, and so on.

The most surprising thing was that she actually saw the monk who occupied the largest stall in the black market, and the "treasure" he was selling was a personal slave.

Most of these human slaves are cultivators at the first or second level of Qi training, both men and women. Their biggest common point is that they are all extremely handsome.

All of them had their spiritual powers sealed and were locked in cages, but each of them looked at the surrounding monks with affection, as if they were expecting to be bought.

Cheng Shuyan understood at a glance that these human slaves were all volunteers.

Just as in the secular world some people would sell themselves to wealthy families, it must be the same reason why these slaves are so self-deprecating.

Immortal cultivators are not without desires. They even infinitely magnify their various desires because of the powerful abilities brought by the improvement of their cultivation.

On ordinary days, people may still care about their face and not expose their desires too much.

But now that they are in the black market, neither of them knows each other's identity, and this desire will be magnified.

As a result, these human slaves became the most sought-after "treasures" in the black market. Even if many monks did not buy them themselves, they would gather around to join in the fun.

"My fellow Daoists, I believe you all know that I have a great reputation in the black market for my human slave business.

As you all have seen, this batch of human slaves are all top-notch. It is worth buying them back to serve tea, sweep the floor and warm the bed.

There aren't many of them, so I won't say much. As usual, the highest bidder wins. If you like any slave, just make your bid."

As soon as the stall owner finished speaking, a monk couldn't wait to ask him for the price.

Cheng Shuyan didn't feel anything in comparison. It was a matter of mutual consent, so there was nothing much to say.

She looked for a while and then went to other stalls.

She had little interest in the things sold at most of the stalls until she came to a stall of a small monk and finally saw something that interested her.

There are many kinds of things on display at this stall, among which there is an inconspicuous pill recipe.

"Fellow Daoist, may I ask how many spirit stones are needed for this recipe?"

"Fellow Daoist, you have good eyesight!" Seeing someone asking, the short monk immediately responded enthusiastically:

"This pill recipe is an ancient recipe passed down from ancient times. Its medicinal power is hundreds of times stronger than the pills used in the world of immortal cultivation today.

Meeting here today is fate. If you are sincere and want it, please give me a price..."

His eyes rolled around under the mask, and then he slowly extended a finger.

"The price is 10,000 spirit stones."

He stared at Cheng Shuyan, as if wanting to confirm her reaction.

Unexpectedly, when Cheng Shuyan heard his offer, he immediately left the stall without looking back.

"Hey hey hey, fellow Daoist, fellow Daoist, my quote is one thing, but you should at least bargain for me!"

Cheng Shuyan stopped and turned around to look at him as if he were a fool.

"How dare you ask for 10,000 spirit stones for this recipe? You might as well just go and rob it; that's the fastest way to get spirit stones."

This guy must be thinking that she is stupid and rich and easy to bully! She thought that she didn't look like a rich person.

Before coming to the black market, she even bought a very inconspicuous set of men's robes and dressed herself up as a male cultivator!

"Fellow Daoist, please stay! Five thousand, five thousand spirit stones, take them if you want!"

He had been here for more than half an hour, and although there were many cultivators coming and going, no one came to patronize him. He was getting anxious. After all, the tattered mask on his face alone cost him five hundred spirit stones. If he didn't think of a solution, he would probably lose money on this trip.

Cheng Shuyan was the first person to ask him for the price, so he naturally didn't want to let him go.

Seeing that Cheng Shuyan was young, but seemed to have no interest in many of the things he thought were precious at the stalls, he thought he was some second-generation rich kid who came out to experience life, so he thought he could make a killing.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Shuyan was not fooled at all and was too lazy to pay him back the price.

At this moment, he was already beginning to regret that he had killed too harshly and scared the person away.

Seeing his eager attitude, Cheng Shuyan stopped and turned back to bargain.

"One thousand spirit stones. If you're willing to sell it, I'll buy it. If not, forget it. I don't have to buy it."

Upon hearing this, the short monk gritted his teeth and said in a pained tone, "Sell it! Who made us destined to be together? I will take a small loss and sell this recipe to you."

Seeing this, Cheng Shuyan hesitated and returned to his stall. After rummaging for a long time, he took out a thousand spirit stones and handed them to him, buying the recipe.

Her hesitation made the short monk feel much better.

"So you're just a poor fellow." The short monk muttered softly and handed her the recipe.

He originally got this pill recipe from the storage bag of an unlucky monk. He didn't spend much effort on it, and he could sell it for a thousand spirit stones, which was a profit.