Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 228 - 82: Five Thunders Hand! (Part 2)

However, if he wants to leave, he still needs to request permission. Even though he's discreet, he is a Three Blood Martial Artist, worthy of being a Hundred Households in the military.

"Wait a moment!"

Seeing Fang Zheng turn to leave, Households Commander Ming suddenly spoke.

?

Fang Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and he slowly turned around:

"Does Lord Thousand Households have something to instruct?"

"No."

Households Commander Ming tossed a token towards him, lowering his head and continuing to organize paperwork:

"Go to the warehouse and fetch a few Corpse-Removing Pills, then just recuperate at home. By the way... how are those two people around you?"

"Thank you, Lord." Fang Zheng accepted the token, first cupping his hand in thanks, then said:

"Li San's injuries from last night are quite severe, it will likely take some time for him to recover. Wu Hai is taking care of him. Speaking of which, thanks to Households Commander Ming's attention, they have had time to rest."

"Hmm."

Households Commander Ming nodded:

"Go ahead."

"Yes."

Fang Zheng responded again, bowed, and exited the tent to the warehouse, where he registered and collected a few Corpse-Removing Pills before riding back to the Fang Mansion.

By evening, he changed clothes and donned the human skin mask obtained from Yin Fang, quietly heading towards the West Market.

The human skin mask might truly be made from human skin.

It fits the face extremely well; no matter how someone else tugs at it, it doesn't show a flaw and even has some ability to conceal one's aura.

This mask reveals a rather rugged face, with abundant facial hair and a scar on the chin.

At first glance,

A ferocious aura hits.

Walking further into the West Market, entering Anxi Trading Company, Fang Zheng summoned a shop assistant, took out a piece of silver from his pocket to hand over, and spoke slowly:

"Everything goes smoothly."

"Adhere solely to the Dao." The shop assistant's eyes brightened, taking the silver and gesturing to the back:

"This way, please, sir."

"Hmm."

Fang Zheng clasped his hands behind his back, being led into a narrow alley; though called an alley, it was riddled with holes, open in all directions.

At each hole, there was generally someone sitting cross-legged, with a small banner or items displayed in front, with passersby occasionally stopping to inquire quietly.

Few people were around.

The conversations were mostly in whispers, enveloped in a strange atmosphere.

Here,

Is the fabled black market!

Various shadowy items can be traded here, and with Anxi Trading Company as the guarantor, even a military Households Commander can't act recklessly.

The admission fee is rather expensive.

Of course,

Whether the safety guarantee was genuine, Fang Zheng wasn't clear. He could only glean hints from Yin Fang's correspondence, but it didn't matter.

He personally had no cause for concealment.

Choosing a hole to sit at, he traced lightly on the wall, marking his requirements, applied some dye, and then sat cross-legged, no longer making a sound.

The place was inherently dark, coupled with the current dim sky, though not pitch black, it was difficult to clearly see someone just a few meters away.

Time passed slowly.

"Brother."

Someone crouched in front of the hole and asked:

"Are you looking to acquire various magic spells, Thunder Attribute Martial Arts, and various Nourishing the Spirit and Body Tempering pill recipes?" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Hmm."

Fang Zheng opened his eyes, gaze icy:

"Do you have any?"

"Yes." The other nodded, cautiously taking out a package and unfolded it slowly, speaking softly:

"To be honest, my ancestor was a renowned adept; I have a Celestial Eye Divine Technique passed down here."

"Just one hundred taels of silver, and it's yours!"

Celestial Eye Divine Technique?

Fang Zheng's eyes shifted, signaling the person to open the package.

Inside was a yellowing book, it looked aged, though that wasn't his main concern.

The person carefully opened the first page.

"Heh..."

At a glance, Fang Zheng uttered a light laugh, closed his eyes, and uninterestedly said:

"Thirty taels."

"Thirty taels?" The person furrowed his brow, his face filled with anxiety:

"But this is Celestial Eye Divine Technique! Once the Celestial Eye is opened, it can discern Underworld Soul Ghosts, and when perfected, even see into human virtues and vices."

"Enough." Fang Zheng frowned, his voice displeased:

"It's just a Spiritual Eye Opening Method, unknown how many hands it has passed through. Offering thirty taels is considering you're my first customer."

"Not selling..."

"Then leave!"

The word 'leave' carried Martial Dao Will, as if a tiger's roar, making the person's face turn white and eyes filled with fear, nearly collapsing.

Struggling to collect himself, the person nodded hurriedly:

"Selling!"

"I'll sell!"

A moment later.

Fang Zheng casually flipped through 'Celestial Eye Divine Technique', then set it aside.

The magic spell wasn't fake, but as he suspected, merely a low tier Spiritual Eye Opening Method, unrelated to the term 'Divine Technique'.

And it's certainly not capable of discerning loyalty or virtue.

The so-called Spiritual Eye Opening Method,

Involves various means for regular people to see ghosts.

Urban legends abound, like dripping ox tears into the eyes or using bamboo leaves dipped in clear water to wipe the eyebrows, supposedly to see souls.

However, those are just rumors.

This book recorded the proper Dharma Gate, but the steps are cumbersome, making it entirely useless for Fang Zheng as he is now.

Having cultivated True Qi, he could use it as Mana.

Focusing it in his eyes, he could naturally see ghosts.

Yet the method for crafting Heaven-Opening Eye Magical Artifact within held intriguing subtleties, barely worth the thirty taels silver, making it a worthwhile purchase.

Over the following timespan, individuals intermittently paused at his stand.

Unfortunately.

Fang Zheng's luck was not great, gaining only a bamboo tube capable of Soul Detention in half a day, with no further acquisitions.

"Thunder Attribute Martial Arts?"

Just as he considered returning the next day, a familiar voice echoed beside him.

The newcomer wore a thin veil, kneeled down, as a fragrant breeze swept over, the gaze piercingly fixed on Fang Zheng's face, and said softly: