Chapter 498: Five Immortals Sect! The Innate Corpse! |
To ordinary people, Poison Dragon Mountain was that kind of place where entry meant certain death!
Su Changkong did not go straight in. The area of Poison Dragon Mountain was not small, and finding the mountain stronghold marketplace within would be time-consuming and laborious. It was better to wait for others to enter the Poison Dragon Stronghold since following behind them would lead to the marketplace.
“Here they come.” Su Changkong quietly waited outside the mountain, and an hour later his ears twitched as he caught the faint sound of footsteps.
In the distance, two people headed straight for Poison Dragon Mountain. These two, dressed in plain clothes, appeared ordinary at first glance, but Su Changkong could sense that the flow of Qi and Blood within their bodies was extraordinary; they had entered the Qi-Blood Realm, making them Martial Artists!
These two were certainly heading for the marketplace of the Poison Dragon Stronghold. Otherwise, given the harsh environment of Poison Dragon Mountain, nobody would venture inside for no reason.
The two of them traveled in silence, all the while remaining vigilant of their surroundings. It was clear they were not first-timers heading to the Poison Dragon Mountain marketplace, yet they had no idea that Su Changkong was quietly following from a distance.
...As they penetrated deeper into Poison Dragon Mountain, not a single living creature was to be found along the way, and the air was filled with a miasma that induced dizziness and headaches, occasionally revealing bones within the marsh.
It wasn’t until the better part of an hour later that a stronghold appeared deep within Poison Dragon Mountain, and the two men disappeared at its entrance.
Su Changkong looked on as the stronghold came into view. It was built in a simple and ancient style, carved from black stone, looking dilapidated and inconspicuous. On the signboard above the entrance of the stronghold were inscribed the three big characters of Poison Dragon Stronghold.
That was until the stronghold provoked a top-tier powerhouse who wiped them out, leaving it deserted. Subsequently, people began using Poison Dragon Stronghold as a place for transactions that were inconvenient to carry out in the outside world, and over time, it turned into a heterogeneous market with all sorts of people!
There were fugitives with bounties on their heads for killing officials, members of the Divine Detective Department chasing after fugitives, and people who wanted to sell stolen goods or buy things not available in the outside world.
And it was only in such a place that Su Changkong would have the opportunity to acquire the corpses of Innate Martial Artists.
“Let’s go in and have a look.”
Su Changkong stepped into the Poison Dragon Stronghold.
At this moment, Su Changkong wore a black robe, his face covered with a Ghost Face mask, his black hair casually draped, giving off a cold and stern aura.
As he entered the Poison Dragon Stronghold through the wide-open gates, he was somewhat surprised.
Inside, the stronghold was bustling, with vendors selling goods everywhere. However, the items for sale were quite unusual – there were crossbows, Poison Pills, and unidentifiable herbs.
Su Changkong felt as if he had entered a lively marketplace!
Those who reached this perilous deep part of Poison Dragon Mountain and were not afraid of the toxic miasma were also Martial Artists with considerable Cultivation.
In this getup, Su Changkong did not attract any attention, as there were many others dressed even more bizarrely.
After casually strolling around, Su Changkong sat down on a round stone and put up a prepared sign that read “Purchasing corpses of Innate Martial Artists.”
The few simple words on the sign caused the Martial Artists passing by to stop in their tracks, staring at Su Changkong in both shock and wariness, some even whispering to each other and performing Secret Voice Transmissions, discussing who knows what.
“Someone is buying the corpses of Innate Martial Artists… Could this Ghost Face man be from the Demon Sect or Evil Sect?”
Many looked on with solemn expressions.
Being an Innate Martial Artist was synonymous with strength in the eyes of ordinary people. With few exceptions, such as Solo Innate Warriors, most Innate Martial Artists were from prominent families or sects.
And typically, only people from the Demon or Evil Sects would pay a hefty price to acquire the corpses of Innate Martial Artists. Thus, Su Changkong’s endeavor in Poison Dragon Stronghold naturally raised suspicions about his identity.
Su Changkong also knew that buying the corpses of Innate Martial Artists would certainly attract attention. He just needed to be careful.
Su Changkong patiently waited as most Martial Artists steered clear of his sign, afraid to provoke this Ghost Face man suspected of being from the Demon or Evil Sects!
Half an hour passed, and the crowd began to stir because someone was heading straight towards the seated Su Changkong.
It was a bald and burly man with a face covered in horizontal scars, carrying a huge pair of double axes on his back. He also carried a body wrapped in black cloth over his shoulder.
The bald and burly man came directly in front of Su Changkong, looked him up and down, and spoke in a rough voice, “Are you buying the corpses of Innate Martial Artists?”
“Yes.”
Su Changkong replied calmly.
“1000 Spirit Stones, take it.”
The bald and burly man threw the corpse he was carrying in front of Su Changkong and said.
The expression under Su Changkong’s mask did not change. He could feel that the corpse in front of him did not trigger his Turtle Breathing True Qi, indicating that the corpse did not contain Innate Qi and was not that of an Innate Martial Artist.
In a tone that betrayed no emotion, Su Changkong said, “You should sell this body to someone else.”
Su Changkong sensed that the bald and burly man held a significant amount of hostility towards him and that it was intentional provocation.
As expected, when Su Changkong refused to buy the ‘corpse of an Innate Martial Artist,’ the burly man’s eyebrows shot up, his face filled with a fierce look, and he growled at Su Changkong, “You say you’re buying corpses of Innate Martial Artists, and I bring it all this way, and now you’re not buying? Are you making fun of me?”