Chapter 528: 343 Five Passes God_2

Chapter 528: Chapter 343 Five Passes God_2

The mood and scene were a perfect fit. This eerie and somber atmosphere arrived instantly.

“Taoist friend, may I ask your name?” Zhao Sheng found a white bone chair to sit down in, while casually asking the one-armed man sitting next to him.

“It’s fine to call me Old Poison Arm. No one in the Ghost Market uses their real name; just a code name will do.”

“Since that is the case, I am Prison Ghost, pleased to meet you, One-Armed Taoist friend.”

Having said that, Zhao Sheng then asked, “May I inquire, Taoist friend, when exactly does the Ghost Market begin?”

“Just wait patiently!” the one-armed man said dismissively.

Zhao Sheng then kept silent, simply waiting quietly.

Shortly after perhaps half an hour went by, people gradually came in and seated themselves on the white bone chairs.

After a moment, it seemed that no more people were coming.

In the dim environment, suddenly a figure stood up and spoke in an even tone, “The time is almost right; since no one else is coming, let the trading at the Ghost Market begin.”

The voice of that person, as it passed through the black fog, sounded somewhat muffled but was still fairly discernible.

He looked around, paused, and with a wave of his hand,

there was a thud as a ghastly white femur suddenly was thrust into the ground upright.

“A thousand-year-old Mountain Lord’s femur, extremely precious as a material, useful for refining Beast Suppressing Staffs and Tiger Spirit Puppets, and also as the main material for a White Bone Banner. If refined properly, it will at least be a Mid-Grade Spiritual Artifact.”

He displayed this tiger bone, eight feet long and as thick as a thigh, its bones as translucent as jade emitting an enchanting gleam, heavy and hard in texture, with a faint imposing aura emanating from it, as if facing a terrifying higher being.

Frankly speaking, this femur must have been taken from a tiger demon of at least the Golden Core Level.

“Hehe! I’ve heard that the Tiger Lord Temple in Beiling County was plundered. Is this tiger bone dug out from the Tiger Lord Statue? If so, old lady will take it.” Another sharp voice sounded, though the face was unseen, a raspy yet strangely enchanting female voice could be heard.

“Taoist friend has keen eyes, indeed, this item is from the Tiger Lord Temple,” the man immediately replied.

“Hehe, old lady lacks a piece for suppressing evil at home, this tiger bone would be perfect. What would you like in exchange?”

“Can it be! Someone dared to plunder the Tiger Lord Temple in Diancang Province? They really prioritize wealth over their lives! When you strike a tiger, you must watch the owner! If Emperor Bei Huan becomes thunderously furious, the Ghost Path will suffer again,” the one-armed man muttered under his breath.

A low murmur arose from the crowd, indicating that this treasure was both appealing and challenging.

Many people sent messages, and after a short while, the tiger bone finally ended up in the hands of the self-proclaimed old lady.

“A copy of the Heavenly Dao Sect’s Condensation True Formula, and additionally, a Foundation Establishment Corpse with three spirit roots.”

As soon as these words fell, a faint figure immediately stood up, speaking in a cold voice, “Taoist friend, may we step aside for a word?”

The speaker nodded his head, then the two of them turned and walked a few steps, disappearing into the vast black fog.

They had left, but the trading did not stop, after a moment of silence, another person spoke up.

“Seeking a secret technique to extend life span, willing to trade with equivalent treasures or spirit pills.”

Quickly, someone responded, “A five-hundred-year-old Ghost-faced Peach, can extend life by three years. The cost is that after consuming it, one must never be exposed to a single ray of sunlight, and after death, one is easily transformed into ghostly creatures.”

“Taoist friend, may I have a word?”

“Taoist friend, may I…”

“Taoist friend…”

As the person finished speaking, many among the crowd immediately stood up, their tones urgent as they called out.

The appearance of the Ghost-faced Peach set off a wave of climax, as the crowd competed fervently, the price rising with each bid, and the items offered becoming more and more valuable.

After a full two-quarters of an hour, someone actually offered a low-grade magical treasure, the Flying Spirit Bracelet, just to acquire this Ghost-faced Peach.

After the dust settled on this transaction, the Ghost Market suddenly fell into a brief lull.

After that, no matter what treasures people presented, they all seemed somewhat less interesting compared to the Ghost-faced Peach, and no one could muster much enthusiasm.

An hour later, Zhao Sheng had seen enough; he stood up and looked around before announcing loudly, “I wish to acquire several Five Passes Divine Statues, each worshipped with incense for no less than three hundred years. There is no limit to the number I will accept.

In addition, I’m also looking for bats, toads, hedgehogs, and snakes—spiritual beasts with high spirituality and grade.

As long as you can provide something to my satisfaction, whether it is Cultivation Techniques, Spirit Pills, or Spirit Stones and Magic Artifacts. I guarantee you will be pleased with the trade.”

Zhao Sheng’s bold words made everyone turn their heads in surprise.

The surrounding fog vibrated slightly, and many people stood up one after another.

“Sir, you speak too boldly. Can you also produce a Golden Congealing Pill if I ask for one?”

The Golden Congealing Pill, monopolized by the Heavenly Dao Sect, is a Third-rank Treasure Pill similar to the Golden Core Formation Pill, assisting in breaking into the Golden Core Realm.

“If you can produce a thousand-year-old Five Passes Divine Statue, just a Golden Congealing Pill will do—I’ll give it to you!”

At these words, the atmosphere around them surged intensely, and the fog churned violently, with at least half of the shadows standing up.

“This esteemed Taoist, although I don’t have a Five Passes Divine Statue, I do have a Second-tier Mang Ha. Could I possibly exchange it for a Golden Congealing Pill?”

Before Zhao Sheng could respond, someone immediately retorted, “You wishful thinker, a mere Mang Ha can’t compare to a Third-rank Treasure Pill.

This esteemed Taoist, I have a God-slaying Flying Saber, which can take a life from ten miles away once refined, at least a Top-grade Spiritual Artifact…”

Zhao Sheng shook his head and declined gently, “While Spiritual Artifacts are desirable, they are unfortunately not what I seek.”

Then someone else shouted, “I know where to find what you need. You only need to wait ten days to half a month, and I will have the item delivered to your doorstep. The question is whether you can wait that long or not?”

Zhao Sheng said loudly, “The Ghost Market is right here, and I will frequently come in the future. Moreover, what I seek is not required immediately. Even if it takes years or even a decade, I can wait. If you intend to obtain the treasures I seek, feel free to do so. I will not disappoint you.”

“The Five Passes God is considered an Evil God and a Wild God, and for thousands of years, it has been strictly forbidden and repeatedly targeted and destroyed by the Heavenly Dao Sect. Temples of the Five Passes God are rarely seen in rural villages. The divine statues you seek will be difficult to find.

From what I gather from your words just now, you might want to follow the Divine Tao. I have a Secret Scripture called ‘Taoist Dust Mountain Scripture,’ which, if cultivated in life, enables one to unleash Taoist Divine Skills, and after death, there’s a chance to become a local Mountain God, enjoying immense bliss. You might consider this.”

“Hmph, the Divine Tao method is too demanding and comes with a great cost. It’s not as good as our Earth Mother Sect, where we are free and at ease. Our sect has the ‘Great Freedom Immortal Skill’, which requires no fasting or chanting. Just by reciting the Earth Mother’s name, a person’s cultivation realm can rapidly advance, a hundred times stronger than other Divine Tao methods.”

“I have a Second-tier High-grade Spirit Snake that has lived for nearly six hundred years; its spirituality is unquestionable. I want to exchange it for a Fire Attribute Golden Core Technique. Can you produce it?”

Zhao Sheng smiled lightly and replied, “That’s easy; I have the ‘Day Leaving Fire Technique’, a secret technique from the Wu family of Diancang Province, which should meet your requirements.”

“Great! I’ll trade, I’ll trade!”

A moment later, everyone witnessed a successful transaction, and both parties were very satisfied.

Seeing this, the last bit of doubt finally dissipated from the crowd’s minds, and they felt very eager.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t produce anything that piqued Zhao Sheng’s interest at the moment, so they could only watch enviously.

“I have a thousand-year-old Hedgehog God Statue, and I need to speak with you privately,” suddenly, Zhao Sheng heard a Divine Sense transmission in his ear.

“Agreed!” Zhao Sheng glanced around, nodded approvingly, and quickly agreed.

After speaking, someone stood up and walked toward the deeper parts of the fog, and Zhao Sheng, intrigued, quietly followed.

The rules of the Ghost Market are peculiar; once both parties agree to a transaction, no one else can speak to prevent it.

Zhao Sheng had just walked ten steps when the others became shifty shadows, and the surrounding fog also began to thicken, isolating sound and sight.

They walked about ten zhang (approximately 30 meters), surrounded by dense black fog, utterly silent.

The person stopped, and so did Zhao Sheng, sizing up the figure. Although he couldn’t see the person’s face or figure clearly, he could roughly make out their height—it reached no higher than his chest.