Chapter 65

The area east of Qingyang City.

In the vast mountain forest.

A large number of figures gathered here, dense and numerous, forming a huge camp; these were none other than the Yunyang City martial artists who had obtained temporary residency rights.

In the deepest part of this camp.

Inside a huge tent.

Yunyang City Lord Ge Bin was looking at the person in front of him with a gloomy face and clenched fists.

Even the several great experts beside him were all nervous, cold sweat sliding down, secretly on guard.

Just look in front of them.

A middle-aged man in white, with a handsome face and looking about forty, was sitting there with a calm expression, playing with an exquisite porcelain bowl, seemingly treating this tent as his own territory, very composed.

"Bai Wuchen!"

Ge Bin's voice was low as he spoke slowly.

This Heavenly Principle Sect branch helm master, who had seized his Yunyang City and driven him all the way to Qingyang City, had actually appeared in his tent.

"City Lord Ge, no need to be nervous. I came here this time just to talk business with you."

That 【Jade-Faced Bright Venerable】 Bai Wuchen's voice was calm, with everything under control.

He seemed to have everything in his grasp.

"Talk business with me?"

Ge Bin's expression darkened as he asked.

"Correct."

Bai Wuchen's voice was slow; suddenly his lips moved, and he directly told the other party his purpose using a secret sound transmission method.

"You!"

Ge Bin couldn't help but change his expression, his heart falling into a fierce struggle.

Amidst the misty fog.

Qingyang City Lord Fan Dongyang, with a strange smile on his face, stood on the crown of a tall ancient tree, his eyes flickering with eerie light as he looked toward the camp ahead.

"They went in. This Bai Wuchen really did go to join forces with Ge Bin."

He was full of smiles, seemingly not nervous at all.

The panic and confusion he showed when facing Bai Wuchen earlier had completely disappeared.

Replaced by something unfathomable and bottomless.

It was as if the whole person had become completely different.

"Is the City Lord really not going to stop them?"

An old servant beside him asked in a low voice.

"Why bother stopping them? Ever since I ate Fan Dongyang years ago and impersonated him to take over as the City Lord of Qingyang City, I have been bored to death. Now that I finally have two self-righteous little grasshoppers jumping around in front of me, and even preparing to join forces to deal with me, how can I not be happy?"

That Qingyang City Lord 'Fan Dongyang' cracked his mouth, revealing a rich smile, and said: "The more they jump, the more excited I am; otherwise, these days would be too dull. I'm even worried now that I might accidentally crush them to death one day, and then no one would be left to play with me, hahaha."

"Alright."

The old servant beside him looked helpless.

The Heavenly Principle Sect!

The Yunyang City martial artists!

Everything was just a poor wretch.

Even the earlier ceding of territory to Yunyang City was just this City Lord acting on purpose because he was bored.

"Alright, let's go. I really hope they can give me a surprise."

This Qingyang City Lord smiled and turned to leave.

"City Lord, what about that mysterious martial artist Ouyang Feng..."

The old servant beside him asked tentatively.

"Him? Let the 【Shadow Tower】 play with him properly. If he doesn't die, it won't be too late to take him as a demon servant."

The Qingyang City Lord smiled.

"Yes, City Lord."

The old servant said.

Another half a month passed.

As Qingyang City ceded territory to Yunyang City, the days that followed indeed welcomed a brief peace.

Even the public order in the city seemed to have improved a lot.

For more than half a month, Hundred Herbs Hall hadn't encountered anyone causing trouble.

Even Fang Yi's strength had climbed rapidly during this half month, reaching a new bottleneck once again.

Inside the room.

An invisible force permeated his entire body, and his bones moved, emitting a clanging, ear-piercing sound, as if the bones in his body were all made of pig iron, colliding back and forth, finally returning to silence.

"The Copper Bone Realm is indeed not so easy to break through. Next, I need more spirit substances."

He opened his eyes and sighed inwardly.

Several days ago, he had already reached the peak of Iron Bone.

But unfortunately, without enough spirit substances to help, every time he tried to break through to Copper Bone, he failed to fully transform due to insufficient power.

The three great Bone Changing realms were indeed separated by chasms!

It wasn't something that could be easily crossed by physique alone.

Fang Yi suddenly stood up, operated the Bone Shrinking Magic Art, and turned back into Ouyang Feng's appearance.

He changed into a white long robe and appeared on the street outside, only to see that the entire street had indeed become much more peaceful, and fighting was rarely seen.

Before long, Fang Yi appeared outside the yamen again, staring at the lists of notices in front of him.

But unfortunately, after scanning through the wanted lists one by one.

He didn't find any rewards for spirit substances.

At most, they were only offering rewards for some Blood-Strengthening Pills.

"It seems the yamen doesn't have what I need. I wonder if I can buy it from the army?"

Fang Yi pondered slightly, turned, and disappeared again.

He came directly outside the City Guard Army camp and indicated to the guarding soldiers that he wanted to see Zhao Hanshan.

The guarding soldiers saw his extraordinary temperament and naturally didn't dare to say much, immediately rushing in to report.

Before long, Zhao Hanshan appeared with joy and ran out quickly.

"Mr. Ouyang, what wind blew you here today? Please enter the camp for a chat."

He grabbed Fang Yi and headed toward the military camp.

"General Zhao, I have come here to ask a favor of you. I need spirit substances."

Fang Yi stated his purpose.

"Spirit substances?"

Zhao Hanshan's expression changed, and he said with difficulty: "To tell you the truth, the army never sells this kind of substance to outsiders, because even we are short on resources. Only those who have made great contributions can be rewarded with spirit substances, and it requires the City Lord's personal approval. Otherwise, no one can mobilize spirit substances. However, sir, don't be anxious; I know a place where spirit substances exist."

"What place?"

Fang Yi asked.

"Mist Market!"

Zhao Hanshan spoke, saying: "With the brief ceasefire between the martial artists of Qingyang and Yunyang, many places have begun to establish Mist Markets privately. They gather all kinds of people from both places, and most of the things sold have questionable origins."

"Among these Mist Markets, there is the largest one called 【Youming Ruins】, located in a valley eighty miles west of the city. It gathers even more people from all walks of life, and there are even some creatures from the mist that have transformed into human form, walked out of the mist, and entered that Mist Market to trade."

"In recent days, there has been a mysterious master and disciple setting up a ring there. This pair is extremely strange; they require that anyone who goes on stage must only use ordinary martial arts. As long as one can defeat his disciple with ordinary martial arts, he will give the other party ten portions of spirit substances. But since the ring started, no one has been able to defeat him."

"Oh?"

Fang Yi's eyes showed curiosity.

In just over half a month, so many things had happened outside.

The martial artists of the two places had actually established a Mist Market!

And spirit substances were flowing out?

"How is the strength of this master and disciple? How can one ensure they won't renege on the debt?"

Fang Yi asked.

"This... to be honest, no one can guarantee it."

Zhao Hanshan smiled bitterly and said: "But every time before the ring starts, they place the spirit substances out in advance, so it shouldn't be fake. They have been lingering there for more than ten days; if they didn't honor the debt after losing, I'm afraid those who have fought in the ring wouldn't let them off easily."

The Mist Market has its own rules.

If someone doesn't act according to the rules, it means the Mist Market has no order, and other participants would definitely not allow this to happen.

"Alright."

Fang Yi pondered and said: "Then you just said that there are also some creatures from the depths of the mist that have walked out?"

"Yes."

Zhao Hanshan's tone tightened, saying: "The endless mist is full of mysteries; among them, some creatures can transform into human form. This hasn't been a rare thing in past years. As long as they don't kill people indiscriminately, the City Guard Army won't bother with them."

Fang Yi nodded and said: "Understood."

He then asked for the specific location of the Youming Ruins.

After accurately learning the direction, Fang Yi turned and left.

"Youming Ruins... it seems I really have to make a trip."

Just as he had not gone far from the military camp, suddenly, Fang Yi frowned, his expression turning cold, and he said: "Friends behind me, come out!"

Swish swish swish!

As soon as the words fell, figures flickered behind him.

One figure after another leaped out from the surrounding woods.

A total of five people.

Each of them wore a mask, dressed in black robes, with indifferent eyes, looking at Fang Yi.

In their hands, they held various weapons.

There were grappling hooks, judge pens, long sabers, long swords, and some were bare-handed.

"Who are you?"

(End of chapter)