After being reincarnated, I cultivated immortality.

After reciting the calming mantra several times, Chi Yi and the others finally calmed down a bit.

Bai Shu sighed repeatedly, "No wonder this place is called the City of Desire. If you let your temper run wild whenever you encounter problems, it's only a matter of time before you're devoured by desire."

This city is strange; it can influence people's minds, but they can't figure out why. According to records, the City of Desire has stood in the cultivation world for thousands of years.

"Let's not talk about that anymore. We've been here for over half a month now. Shall we go check out the black market?" Ling Lili asked the group.

“Let’s go take a look.” Chi Yi nodded in agreement, and the others had no objections either.

“Okay, I’ll ask Qianxing how to get there later,” Jin Haoyu replied.

Yunfan said, "We went to him last time, this time it's Hei Mingsheng's turn."

"Hey, look at me, I forgot about that. I'll go ask right now." Jin Haoyu scratched his head and smiled.

For the past two weeks, their relationship with several powerful families has remained neither too close nor too distant. Even if they were to offer help, they wouldn't only approach one family. Although the individuals hadn't explicitly stated that they wouldn't join their families, their actions hinted at it. After much deliberation, the families decided not to force them, fearing it might backfire and actually give others an advantage. The six families had finally achieved a balance, and no one wanted to suddenly disrupt it, especially without a clear advantage. After all, the lessons from a few years ago were still fresh in their minds. The City of Desire originally had the Shen family, which was destroyed because they forced two powerful individuals into marriage. They had also been involved in that.

However, they weren't completely idle. They often tarnished the reputations of the other families in front of Chi Yi and the others. Sometimes, they would even start fighting in front of Chi Yi and the others without warning. At first, Chi Yi and the others were a little uncomfortable with this, but later they simply ignored it.

That night.

Hei Mingsheng personally led Chi Yi and the others to the gate of an abandoned courtyard. Next to the dilapidated gate hung a lantern with the words "Black Market" written on it in a flamboyant style.

Hei Mingsheng smiled and said to the group, "Fellow Daoists, please follow me." After saying that, he pushed open the broken door and went inside.

Chi Yi, Bai Shu, Ling Lili, Yun Fan, Jin Haoyu, Yuan Jing, and Xi Lan immediately followed him.

Upon entering the courtyard, the scene before one's eyes was completely different from the dilapidated appearance outside. While not particularly magnificent, it was certainly clean and elegant.

The room was empty except for a table with eight black cloaks and masks, one for each person.

The group followed Hei Mingsheng, put on cloaks and masks, and went out through another door. After they left, the same black cloaks and masks reappeared in the room.

After leading the group through a short, eerily shrouded alley shrouded in white mist, Hei Mingsheng finally brought a clear view ahead.

Two enormous trees stood on either side, their leafless branches intertwining to form a gate-like entrance. A black plaque hung above, and the words "Black Market" in red caught the eyes of Chi Yi and the others, appearing like blood. Upon closer inspection, they seemed alive, as if they could wriggle.

The others were momentarily dazed as they looked at the words, but Chi Yi felt nothing. However, she could see that the words were indeed alive.

Chi Yi asked, "Fellow Daoist Hei, what are the words on this plaque?"

Hei Mingsheng didn't look at the words on the plaque, but said directly, "That's Blood Sand. Fellow Daoists, don't stare at it. This thing absorbs people's spiritual power."

"Oh, I see." Chi Yi nodded to indicate that she understood.

The others also understood what had just happened.

Hei Mingsheng spoke up: "The cloaks and masks we're wearing now can block others' spiritual senses from spying on us, so they won't expose our identities. Let's go in first." The group nodded and followed him into the black market.

The streets stretched as far as the eye could see, filled with people dressed just like them, some setting up stalls and others buying things.