My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange-Chapter 21 - Black Market

However, he could find some more secretive and darker circles here, like the exchange meetings that didn’t ask about the source of goods.

‘Peak First Grade Magic Weapon, personally refined by a Great Cultivator of the Sacrificial Wine!’

‘Ancestral ruins of a Second-grade low-level magic weapon, price negotiable!’

‘Big sale of Third-grade Fu Treasure!’

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Seeing the signs on each stall, Wang Zijia’s lips couldn’t help but twitch!

A broken sword without any spirit, dare to say that it’s a second-grade magic weapon???

The most exaggerated of all was the Fu Treasure that was brought out. That piece of rough yellow paper can be too hard even for wiping one’s ass, are you serious?

In this semi-Black Market flea market, could there be any Great Cultivator level treasures?

Furthermore, Fu Treasure, I even have a Magic Treasure!

After looking around for a while, Wang Zijia had a general understanding of this place. Generally speaking, most of the goods were things needed by children. One also needed to be very discerning.

“What’s the price for talisman paper?” After some time, Wang Zijia chose a talisman stall and asked.

The stall owner, like Wang Zijia, wore a black bamboo hat. He took a look at Wang Zijia and said, “Four for one magic money.”

‘That’s a good price!’

Wang Zijia raised his eyebrows and immediately asked, “Do you buy back?”

“Seven for one magic money.” The stall owner said indifferently.

‘That’s too outrageous!’

Wang Zijia didn’t say another word, turned around, and left.

After strolling through the flea market for a while and asking at several stalls, he found that most of them were buying talisman paper at a rate of six or seven pieces per one magic money, which was much darker than the five at the Wanyu Sect store.

However, setting up a stall here was profitable, at four for one magic money.

But there weren’t too many Loose Cultivator Symbol Masters, so there weren’t many people buying talisman paper either. Most people were buying talismans. Those who needed to buy talisman paper were buying one magic money at a time, and some even wanted to buy one or two pieces and pay with gold.

If Wang Zijia were to deal with talisman paper like this, the efficiency would be too low, which would seriously affect his cultivation progress.

Eventually, he had visited half of the stalls and found a stall owner that seemed relatively good from the surface.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man who looked a bit wealthy, so he couldn’t see clearly through his bamboo hat.

He was one of the most professional among the many talisman stalls, and he might even be a low-level talisman maker. Because he didn’t sell talisman paper on his stall.

“Do you accept long-term recycle of talisman paper?” Wang Zijia went straight to the theme.

The man’s eyes brightened at these words, and he said, “Deal!”

“At what price?” Wang Zijia asked, his tone completely steady.

The man eyed Wang Zijia for a moment before finally saying, “35 cards for 6 Magic Coins.”

Compared to the rest, he was the most reasonable, but there was room for more negotiation, especially considering this could become a long-term deal!

Wang Zijia started haggling with him right away. After some back and forth, he managed to sell the 32 cards in his pocket for 6 Magic Coins. It was slightly cheaper than selling to the sect, but he couldn’t afford to sell to the store at this time.

At least until he attained his Spiritual Roots, he couldn’t be so high-profile.

The reason he managed to negotiate this price was because the man had seen him admit to making the talisman cards himself, and agreed verbally to buy from him at this price in the future.

He could basically confirm that this man was either a Talisman Master, or was trying to understand how to make talisman cards.

After selling the talisman cards, Wang Zijia felt the seven Magic Coins in his pocket and exhaled deeply.

This marked the end of his days living on a salary. With this transaction, he’d finally found a way to increase his revenue!

The pressing problem of the fiscal deficit was finally alleviated.

He didn’t leave immediately but hung around for a while, getting familiar with the place. He compared low-level spiritual materials with those in the store, noting the price differences and gaining all sorts of useful (and useless) knowledge.

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After a long while, Wang Zijia felt it was about time to leave. When he reached the street, it was already late at night.

He went home, changed his clothes, and set out again to begin his night’s hunt.

This was the third night of the unrest, and the surrounding fights had noticeably diminished. But just because the fighting was lessening did not mean that the pollution had been completely cleared. On the contrary, it was just the beginning.

How could the curse left behind by a demon at the peak of the ‘Sacrificial Wine’ stage, nearly reaching the ‘Perfected Human’ stage, end so easily?

The reason for the decreased commotion was that those who had gone mad on the day of the crisis had pretty much all been found.

But those who had been driven insane or strayed from their path due to the pollution, becoming evil cultivators, were far from all being discovered.

They had entered a dormant period.

If the city wanted to return to peace, these evildoers had to be purged. If not, like a malignant tumor, the problem would just get worse and worse, even to the point where new demons like the ones on that day might emerge.

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Once again, Wang Zijia became a shadow, quickly going street to street, with the qi in his body acting like a radar as it scouted for lurking polluted sinners.

If he detected no danger, he quietly moved in. If he detected danger, he caused a disturbance and withdrew.

When he happened upon a fight, he secretly watched, to see if there was a chance to swoop in and grab a ‘bargain’.

Because his True Qi had been polluted and purified several times, making it increasingly strange, Wang Zijia attempted to extract the ‘sinner’ without absorbing them immediately. He thought he could take the bodies home and extract them there, thinking it would be safer and that the opportunity to steal corpses from the Law Enforcement Team might arise. But unfortunately, the attempt failed.

That night, he noticed something odd: the Law Enforcement Team no longer left the polluted corpses for the City Guard to deal with, like they did the first two nights. At least one disciple was watching over them and handling the aftermath, as though they were afraid of people stealing the bodies.

This discovery made Wang Zijia absolutely speechless!

As a result, he didn’t manage to pilfer any corpses all night. He only defeated two crazy men and obtained 83 points worth of stuff, all of which he converted into cultivation, giving him almost 200 years’ worth of Innate True Qi.

Although his Qi became much purer, there were no tangible changes.

Cultivation: Innate (184/?)

Art Technique: Hidden Shadow

Martial Art: Dragon Short Knife Nineteen Slash

Magic Technique: Talisman Paper Making Technique (minor accomplishment 516/1000)

After searching until the early hours of the morning, Wang Zijia returned to his bedroom and quietly went to sleep.

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