After a moment of reflection, it was soon Chen Xuan's turn to queue.

The black-armored soldiers were used to seeing the animal hides and crude decorations worn by the people of their tribes, and they had never seen such luxurious and formal clothing on Chen Xuan. The clothes were flowing, made of superior materials, with fine stitches and a neat style, which was completely different from the crude things they usually saw.

The black-armored soldier's eyes immediately sharpened, his vigilance increased, and his gaze became piercing as he stared intently at Chen Xuan, as if trying to see right through him.

Facing the sharp, sword-like gazes of the black-armored guards, Chen Xuan smiled slightly, his expression composed. With a flick of his wrist, a piece of gold the size of a fingernail appeared in his hand. The gold shone brilliantly in the sunlight, its color excellent and its weight substantial. This display immediately attracted the attention of the merchants from the surrounding small tribes.

In fact, Chen Xuan had already given a very generous amount of gold as a toll for entering Jiangshan City.

The black-armored guard hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not question him further. He then handed Chen Xuan a small booklet made of black parchment. The parchment was of fine texture, with neat edges, and the cover was decorated with some simple drawings.

Chen Xuan took the booklet and looked at it. It contained a general map of Jiangshan City and the forbidden zones that the descendants of the Jiang family could not go to.

The city was divided into four parts, while the area where merchants and other small tribes traded was only a small part of the western city, namely three streets.

Chen Xuan nodded and smiled, holding the booklet, and calmly strolled into Jiangshan City under the inquisitive gaze of a row of black-armored guards.

The main street of Jiangshan City is quite wide, about 10 meters across, paved with smooth and solid bluestone slabs. Both sides are lined with various shops and signs, all inscribed with hieroglyphics. These characters, some bold and some delicate, vary in form and are full of ancient charm.

However, since receiving the teachings of the Six Volumes of Earthly Immortals, Chen Xuan has become extremely familiar with pictographic characters and can understand their meaning at a glance.

He paid no attention to the shops lining the main street, instead heading towards another street favored by itinerant merchants. The street was filled with a mixture of smells: the aroma of food, the stench of animals, and the sweat of people.

However, as Chen Xuan entered the trading area of ​​the tribal merchants, the scene that unfolded before him surprised everyone, including Chen Xuan himself.

"Women, voluptuous women! Big buttocks, very fertile, only 10 sheepskins needed for one!"

"Look, a strong slave, capable of heavy work, can be fed and kept alive. Once you buy him, he will be your most loyal warrior, serving only you!"

"A man costs only one tael of gold; buy an adult and get a child free!"

Hearing such a shocking hawking cry, Chen Xuan turned his head and saw a row of male and female slaves in the crowd, their hands bound by hemp ropes, sitting on the ground with straw tags stuck in their heads.

The woman had dark skin, and her eyes revealed a mixture of simplicity and fear. She wore a simple animal skin dress.

The men were strong and muscular, but their eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and submission. When they heard their owner calling out to sell their wares, they all looked up and hoped that they could find a kind-hearted owner.

The slaves who were dragged out for sale with straw tags stuck in their heads were all from small tribes under the Jiang clan. They were either attacked by monsters and their tribes collapsed, or they were attacked by powerful tribes and their entire tribes were captured. In short, their fate was no longer in their own hands from the moment their tribes were conquered.

"Look, this is a divine weapon that our small tribe discovered during a digging in the deep mountains. It can cut through iron like mud!"

Chen Xuan looked over at the sound and saw a man with a falcon perched on his shoulder, holding a long sword in his hand. The sword had a sharp blade that gleamed coldly, and the hilt was inlaid with several gems, making it look exceptionally precious.

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