Chapter 83
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Chapter 83: Again and Again
The Liu family’s grand marketplace in Mo City was enormous. Zhang Yang and the others had only covered less than a third of it earlier.
So, when Zhang Yang suggested going again, Yuluan couldn’t help but feel excited.
Among the treasures they had found, the Sword-Keeping Gourd was undoubtedly priceless. After Xue Feishuang examined it, she confirmed that it could nourish sword energy.
She even infused it with her own power, turning it into Yuluan’s strongest trump card.
The three of them set off once more to hunt for treasures.
The marketplace was still bustling with people, as crowded as mountains and seas.
Unlike last time, Zhang Yang now displayed the round golden medallion. As a Gold Medallion Appraiser, he attracted considerable attention, especially after his earlier near-robbery antics, which had already drawn many curious gazes.
Zhang Yang completely ignored them; he had his own plans.
If Liu Feijue acted excessively, he would have only himself to blame if Zhang Yang chose not to be gracious.
“Master, welcome.”
“Greetings, Master.”
“Master is here; please let us know if there’s anything you need.”
The Liu family members bowed respectfully, showing profound courtesy.
Zhang Yang merely nodded slightly and stepped forward. The crowd parted for him without hesitation. It was no longer as it had been before when he had to squeeze through the throng.
He sighed inwardly. This was the power of status.
As they walked, Xue Feishuang whispered, “Junior Brother, I think I saw Senior Sister Yang Xiuning. I want to meet her.”
Zhang Yang gave a soft "Hmm" in response.
He fully understood Xue Feishuang’s feelings. During their time in the Green Sparrow Palace, one of her closest friends had been Yang Xiuning.
Among their generation in the Green Sparrow Palace, Yang Xiuning was the eldest—a senior sister who deeply cared for her juniors and was much beloved.
It was no surprise that Yang Xiuning had appeared here. With the Golden Dragon Shield auction underway and the Liu family’s conflict with the Mo family causing such a stir, many people were bound to gather.
Moments later, Xue Feishuang returned, having failed to find Yang Xiuning; she had only glimpsed her back in the crowd.
Zhang Yang consoled her, saying that since Yang Xiuning was in Mo City, they would certainly meet again.
It was merely a brief interlude.
After that, the main event officially began.
Zhang Yang focused ninety percent of his energy into his eyes, determined to observe everything in greater detail.
As they passed by the stalls, he briefly inspected each item.
At the third stall, he made his move.
Ten pitch-black feathers lay before him.
He lightly touched them with his hand.
Yuluan quickly took them away, unable to resist sending him a secret message for more information.
Zhang Yang only smiled and replied, “The black is just the surface. Inside, they are golden, with fire—like Golden Crow feathers.”
Yuluan’s beautiful eyes sparkled with excitement.
The Golden Crow was one of the most remarkable mythical birds in the world—naturally powerful and a true representative of fire.
They continued forward.
After passing two more stalls, they spotted a pair of bracelets. Zhang Yang pointed them out, and Yuluan swiftly collected them.
Then, their pace quickened. Zhang Yang kept pointing out items, and Yuluan gathered everything he indicated.
Within half an hour, they had collected nearly forty items.
They pressed on.
At another unique stall, they found jars filled with soil in various colors, some of which shimmered with different lights.
Zhang Yang’s gaze landed on one jar of black soil, which immediately drew his attention.
He stared at it, his eyes shining with interest.
This black soil, though of unknown origin, appeared ordinary on the surface, yet it caused his internal energy to stir faintly.
“Darkness?!”
Zhang Yang felt a surge of excitement, clenching his fists involuntarily.
One of his main purposes for leaving the Vast Forest had been to find darkness.
In the Returning to Origin realm, his only limitation was the lack of darkness.
With enough darkness, he could advance to the Nine Extremes Returning to Origin realm, opening the path to the Touching Heaven realm.
Originally, he had set his sights on the Nightstone Mine controlled by the Mo family in the Southern Region—an extremely secret place known to no one else. He had never expected to find it here.
He reached out and grabbed a handful of the black soil. Secretly activating the Divine Strength Technique, thin strands of darkness flowed through his palm, entered his meridians, soaked into his dantian, and merged with his energy.
It truly worked.
“I’ll take it,” he said.
Yuluan immediately collected the jar.
They continued onward, ultimately selecting a total of ninety-three items.
“Let’s go check out,” Zhang Yang suggested.
Attendants followed them, recording their purchases, and at the checkout area, the total was quickly calculated.
Ninety-three items came to ten million three hundred ten thousand spirit stones.
“What a coincidence—an extra three hundred thousand,” Zhang Yang murmured, casually pulling out a piece of wood and tossing it aside. “This one seems to be worth thirty-two thousand. I don’t want it anymore. That brings us to nine million nine hundred ninety-nine thousand.”
The attendant paused briefly before responding, “You are a Gold Medallion Appraiser. Since your total is below ten million, it’s free.”
Meanwhile, in the backyard.
Two masters at the Great Boundless rank were fully assisting Liu Feijue in refining the Golden Dragon Shield.
By using Liu Feijue’s blood and the Liu family’s unique techniques, they could forcibly bind the Golden Dragon Shield to him, allowing him to fully control it.
Liu Feijue, relaxed and carefree, sipped tea and enjoyed pastries. Beautiful maidens massaged his shoulders and legs while others brought him treats. He squinted his eyes and hummed a little tune, waiting patiently.
At that moment, someone reported, “Young Master, he went shopping again. He spent ten million three hundred ten thousand and willingly gave up a thirty-two-thousand spirit stone wood piece, staying within the free spending limit.”
Liu Feijue scoffed. “Penny-pincher.”
The messenger withdrew.
Just half an hour later, another report came in. “Young Master, he shopped again, this time spending exactly nine million nine hundred ninety-nine thousand. Still free.”
Liu Feijue huffed. “No-class bumpkin.”
He remained disdainful.
Another half hour passed, and yet another report arrived. “Young Master, he went shopping again. This time, he spent nine million nine hundred ninety-nine thousand again. Still free.”
Liu Feijue opened his eyes, his expression growing increasingly displeased.
Before long, another report followed, once again stating nine million nine hundred ninety-nine thousand spent, still free.
Liu Feijue’s lips twitched, and his gaze sharpened.
Soon after, another person rushed in. “Young Master…”
“Enough. Don’t say another word,” Liu Feijue interrupted coldly. “An unsophisticated bumpkin, a penny-pincher. Let him play his little games. Does he think he can gain any real advantage over me? Hmph! He’s dreaming. Immediately arrange for people to gather all the treasures suspected of being related to the Underworld Spirit Forbidden Law. Let him work for me. Find a way to uncover his broken method. And if that fails, capture him and force him to hand it over.”
The entire grand marketplace’s inventory was thoroughly examined.
“There aren’t many good things here,” Zhang Yang muttered. “I heard there are some non-public goods, right? Take me there.”
The attendant’s face turned pale.
After shopping back and forth five times, each time spending nine million nine hundred ninety-nine thousand to stay just under the free threshold—totaling fifty million in value without paying a single spirit stone—and now he still wanted more?
“What? Does this Master not qualify?” Zhang Yang asked coldly.
The attendant didn’t dare respond and hurried off to find someone.
Before long, Lou Pingfan arrived.
Zhang Yang said, “Old Lou, take me to see something extraordinary.”
“Non-public goods are naturally more valuable,” Lou Pingfan explained. “Generally, they’re priced above ten million.”
Zhang Yang frowned. “Old Lou, what do you mean by that? Are you saying I’m poor? Do I look like someone who can’t afford spirit stones?”
Lou Pingfan wanted to curse. In all this time, he hadn’t seen Zhang Yang spend a single spirit stone. Fifty million worth of goods had disappeared without payment, and now he dared talk about wealth.
Zhang Yang patted his storage bag and said, “I have spirit stones. Plenty of them.”
In the end, Lou Pingfan agreed to lead the way.
