Chapter 511: Transaction

A few days prior, Qin Sang had changed his appearance and openly appeared in Qingyang Market City as an artifact refiner, becoming a guest elder of a shop.

He frequently interacted with disciples of the Qingyang Demonic Sect, acting very amiably. He helped them repair or refine magic artifacts at low prices, and during his free time, he would chat with them, subtly gathering information about the Qingyang Demonic Sect.

Sometimes, he would also offer guidance, seemingly benevolent and caring towards younger cultivators.

Among them were many familiar faces he had seen years ago at Tiange Tower. Although they didn't recognize him as Daoist Qingfeng, the person they constantly thought of, they felt a strong sense of familiarity.

Because of this, Qin Sang was very popular.

In fact, at this time, Qin Sang had already secretly contacted people interested in buying refined corpses, posing as a corpse-refining demonic cultivator. Most of them were Qi Refining stage cultivators.

Foundation Establishment cultivators were observing, as a few zombies weren't worth making a big fuss over.

Qin Sang didn't mind; he was genuinely conducting business. He secretly approached many people and successively sold four zombies, three of which went to Qingyang Demonic Sect disciples.

This was normal, as Qingyang Demonic Sect disciples were generally wealthier than rogue cultivators and offered generous prices. The zombies crafted by Qin Sang were also worth the cost.

By then, eight refined corpses had been sold. Qin Sang still had one zombie and five fierce corpses.

Among these five fierce corpses was the sole Mid Foundation Establishment stage fierce corpse remaining after his battle with Daoist Jiupao.

Of the fourteen remaining members of the Kuiyin Sect, four were refined into fierce corpses, nine into zombies, and one was kept for another purpose.

A few days later, refined corpses reappeared in Qingyang Market City. This time, in addition to a zombie, there was also a fierce corpse. Although its power wasn't very strong, it was still inferior to a regular Early Foundation Establishment cultivator.

However, this time, the commotion it caused was noticeably different.

After the auction, the number of Foundation Establishment cultivators contacting Qin Sang through the Pavilion of Treasures significantly increased.

Qin Sang had always been cautious. Although his ultimate goal was the Qingyang Demonic Sect, he wasn't foolish enough to expose his true intentions and arouse suspicion. Instead, he simply sold to the highest bidder.

He secretly sold another fierce corpse, but unfortunately, the buyer was not a Qingyang Demonic Sect disciple.

Now, Qin Sang had three fierce corpses left. Two of them were Late Foundation Establishment fierce corpses he had intended to keep for himself, but for the sake of forming his Core, he was willing to sell them if necessary.

However, Late Foundation Establishment fierce corpses were too conspicuous, so Qin Sang dared not sell them easily.

Days passed.

With less than a month until the auction, a message suddenly arrived from the Pavilion of Treasures: a renowned master from the Qingyang Demonic Sect wished to meet Qin Sang.

Upon receiving this news, Qin Sang's heart stirred. The person he had been waiting for had finally arrived!

Qin Sang suppressed his eagerness and arranged to meet the person two days later.

On the evening of the third day, inside a quiet room at the Pavilion of Treasures.

Qin Sang, clad in a black robe, entered the Pavilion of Treasures and was led by the manager into the quiet room. Inside, a middle-aged man with a refined demeanor was calmly sipping tea, his face uncovered.

Having lived in Qingyang Market City for twenty-eight years, Qin Sang knew a thing or two about the masters of the Qingyang Demonic Sect.

This man was Wen Yanjie, a Late Foundation Establishment master. He was rumored to be generous and protective of junior cultivators within the Qingyang Demonic Sect, enjoying a good reputation. His mastery of the Qingyang Demonic Flame was unparalleled.

"So it is Fellow Daoist Wen!"

After the Pavilion of Treasures manager withdrew, Qin Sang, feigning a hoarse and weathered voice, sat down before Wen Yanjie.

Wen Yanjie narrowed his eyes, put down his teacup, and scrutinized Qin Sang. "Do you know me, Fellow Daoist?"

"It would be impossible not to," Qin Sang chuckled strangely. "Fellow Daoist Wen's reputation is so great that everyone in Qingyang Market City knows it. Not only have I heard your name countless times, my ears are practically calloused from it. I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Wen to also be interested in refined corpses. It seems my fierce corpses will fetch a good price."

Wen Yanjie calmly replied, "Refined corpses are merely tools, no different from magic artifacts. I've always been interested in anything that can enhance one's strength. As for the price, it depends on the quality of your refined corpses... there's no need to bring out the kind that were auctioned a few days ago."

Qin Sang knew that an ordinary fierce corpse wouldn't catch Wen Yanjie's eye given his strength. He opened his corpse puppet bag and summoned the Mid Foundation Establishment fierce corpse.

"How about this one, Fellow Daoist?"

Wen Yanjie's eyes lit up. He extended his divine sense, sweeping it over the fierce corpse, then glanced sideways at Qin Sang. "As expected, Fellow Daoist is no ordinary person. No wonder I couldn't discern your strength! You likely have even stronger fierce corpses in your possession, don't you?"

Qin Sang countered, "Even this fierce corpse doesn't meet with Fellow Daoist Wen's approval?"

"Still too weak," Wen Yanjie shook his head, leaning slightly forward and staring at Qin Sang with a low voice. "You definitely have Late Foundation Establishment fierce corpses. There's no need to hide them; bring them all out. I'll take them."

Qin Sang was certainly willing to sell, but Wen Yanjie's posture and tone contained a subtle threat, making Qin Sang frown inwardly.

He wondered if the man was trying to trick him or acting deliberately.

This person's true nature probably didn't align with the rumors.

Of course, he wasn't afraid of Wen Yanjie. His understanding of Qingyang Market City was no less than anyone in the Qingyang Demonic Sect. The market city's forces were intertwined, and since the Qingyang Demonic Sect's decline, it could no longer dominate everything.

Even if he wanted to sell, he couldn't appear too weak, as that would only embolden Wen Yanjie and create further complications.

Qin Sang's mind raced. He abruptly stood up and exclaimed, "What is the meaning of this, Fellow Daoist Wen? Do you intend to force a purchase?"

Seeing Qin Sang's stance, Wen Yanjie's eyes lit up. "Indeed, I wasn't mistaken. What are you hesitating for, Fellow Daoist? I have no shortage of high-grade magic artifacts; feel free to name your price."

Qin Sang scoffed, "That fierce corpse is my trump card; I still rely on it to venture into the Ancient Immortal Battlefield. What kind of high-grade magic artifact could compare to such a powerful fierce corpse? Fellow Daoist Wen, stop dreaming. Today, I'll pretend I never met you!"

Qin Sang put away the fierce corpse and turned to leave, but Wen Yanjie instantly moved to block him.

"What is the meaning of this, Fellow Daoist Wen!" Qin Sang feigned shock and anger.

Wen Yanjie said calmly, "Do not misunderstand, Fellow Daoist. I am sincere in this transaction. And look what this is?"

With that, Wen Yanjie took a jade box from his spatial bag. He opened it, revealing a small plant. This plant was entirely crimson, and as the box opened, it emitted rolling heat, causing the temperature in the quiet room to surge.

"Firethorn Grass?"

Seeing this spiritual herb, Qin Sang was somewhat surprised, not expecting such a find.

Firethorn Grass was indeed one of the specific spiritual medicines effective against corpse transformation.

"That's right, Firethorn Grass," Wen Yanjie nodded. "In your previous transactions, you've always requested similar spiritual medicines. I surmise, Fellow Daoist, that you may have accidentally suffered an intrusion of corpse aura and toxins while refining corpses... Given your urgency, your injury is probably not light, is it? Since you recognize Firethorn Grass, I don't need to elaborate on its medicinal properties. How about trading this Firethorn Grass for your fierce corpse?"