Celestial Refining Divine Scripture-Chapter 200 - 198: Treasure Hunting

Roar!

Within the Demon Dragon Saber echoed a domineering dragon’s roar!

This aura of power was earth-shattering, condensing into substance, as if a raging ocean surging, unleashed in full force, terrifying beyond measure.

Xu Yang was already well accustomed to it; his spirit remained unmoved, like a great millstone looming above the malicious energy, unafraid of its erosion, unshaken as a mountain, and capable of suppressing it with a single thought!

The Demon Dragon Saber was of utmost importance to him!

Ever since he obtained it from the Barbarian Race, his strength had soared, allowing him repeated triumphs!

Now, with the activation of the Fivefold Heaven’s power, though unable to threaten the Myriad Phenomena Realm, it was not far off.

Once his cultivation broke through to the Yang Realm, coupled with such aura of ferocity, its deterrent force was self-evident!

Xu Yang’s expression grew stern, as a surge of intent flared in his heart.

"Open!"

Boom!

Roar!

Amid bursts of draconic howls, Xu Yang’s spirit and will erupted in full force, tearing asunder an invisible shackle with unstoppable momentum!

Instantly, like a sluice gate flung wide, the torrent could not be stopped—substantial malice transformed into a floodwave, gushing forth magnificently.

Swish!

In that moment, the entire room was drowned in a tide of ferocity!

Even with Xu Yang’s preparations, he could not help but let out a muffled grunt, his face pale.

The leap from Fourfold to Fivefold Heaven was a qualitative transformation!

The dragon’s soul soared within; the pitch-black Demon Dragon Saber seemed to come alive, and a single glance was enough to seize one’s very mind!

"With such malice, even an average Yang Realm Perfection cultivator would lose control of their spirit!"

Xu Yang licked his lips, delight sweeping through him!

After a thorough adjustment, he finally drew back the aura of malice.

The Demon Dragon Saber was restored to its former state, outwardly no different from before.

Bam! Bam!!

A sudden knocking at the door.

"Who is it?"

"Mr. Xu, it’s Zhang Hong—my father is Zhang Lingqiao!"

Outside rang a voice full of enthusiasm.

Zhang Lingqiao’s son? The eldest scion of the Zhang Family?

Xu Yang raised his brows and rose to open the door.

Zhang Hong greeted him with a warm smile: "Mr. Xu, your alchemy skills have truly amazed everyone in the Zhang Family!"

"But after so many days refining, I wondered if you’d like to go out for a walk?"

"A walk?"

Xu Yang was slightly taken aback, sensing something in Zhang Hong’s tone, his heart stirred: "Could it be Mr. Zhang has some good place to recommend?"

Zhang Hong’s smile deepened: "There’s a black market in the city, rather secretive, unknown to ordinary folk; inside are all sorts of strange items collected from afar, and many sellers of dubious origins!"

"If luck is on your side, you might stumble upon some truly astonishing treasures!"

Black market?

Strange and rare? Shady background?

Xu Yang’s eyes lit up.

I possess the Cangxu Divine Eyes; places like this are exactly my favorite!

"Then I’ll trouble Mr. Zhang."

"Hahaha, Mr. Xu, you flatter me—this is how it should be!"

Zhang Hong, inwardly pleased, thought: I knew you’d be interested, without a doubt.

Xu Yang did not delay; having just awakened the Demon Dragon Saber’s Fivefold Heaven’s power, he was intent on taking a couple of days’ rest.

This was the perfect chance to take a stroll and seek unexpected fortune!

Su Yun and Gu Jun—both required a great quantity of rare and precious spiritual objects to recover.

Not something easily found.

On the road, Zhang Hong was endlessly cheerful, carrying none of the airs of the Zhang Family’s eldest, deferring to Xu Yang entirely.

By the time they reached the black market, the two were already brothers-in-arms, their bond much closer.

What amazed Xu Yang was that the black market was located underground, with no guards—yet the entrance was sealed by an array formation.

The formation was powerful enough to make even Xu Yang’s heart tremble!

Only those holding a black market Token were qualified to enter!

"This array is no ordinary thing. Without a Token, unless you’re a Myriad Phenomena expert, death would be certain!" Zhang Hong produced a cloak and mask, handing one set to Xu Yang.

To come here, Zhang Hong had made thorough preparations!

Xu Yang asked with curiosity: "Such an astonishing black market—who’s the power behind it?"

Zhang Hong replied with a laugh: "In truth, no great force—the market’s owner is but a Myriad Manifestations Realm Perfection loose cultivator. Yearly, he pays tribute to the regional government, our Zhang Family, and the Yunshan Clan. Plus, he deals fairly; Qingzhou itself needs such a place, so nobody stirs up trouble!"

"I see!"

Xu Yang understood.

A Myriad Manifestations Realm Perfection expert, and a loose cultivator to boot, possessed no small deterrence.

Even the Zhang Family and Yunshan Clan, lacking absolute gain, would rather not cross him lightly!

Fail to kill him outright, and trouble would surely brew afterwards!

Upon passing through the array into the black market, they saw a sprawling underground cavern.

The ceiling was set with fist-sized luminous pearls, their gentle spiritual light bathing the surroundings—not dazzling, but perfectly suited to the ambiance.

There were no actual shops, only rows of scattered stalls. Behind the stalls, all the vendors wore cloaks or masks, their presences hidden, mysterious as shadows.

A genuine black market indeed!

And it was crowded; people flowed to and fro, at least a hundred strong.

"Brother, let’s look around first—here, as long as you don’t probe at others directly, there’s no trouble. If something on the stall catches your eye, feel free to investigate."

"If anyone stirs up trouble, the black market’s master won’t stand idly by!"

Zhang Hong sent the message quietly.

Though secretive, teeming with all sorts, he had no worries here.

Once he showed up, the market’s master was already aware, thanks to that Token!

If any ignorant fool dared act up, he wouldn’t even need to reveal his identity; the master would send someone to deal with it!

Xu Yang nodded slightly, casually sweeping his gaze over the stalls to both sides. Beneath his cloak, the Cangxu Divine Eyes had already been activated, peering past his mask to scan the myriad goods on display.

Some of the items genuinely startled him.

Ancient and dignified, they were far from ordinary wares!

A few spirit elixirs and beast materials were all impressive, most suited for those in the Yang Realm, some even fit for Myriad Phenomena!

There were also rare, hard-to-recognize cultivation techniques and divine techniques!

Truly a dazzling panorama!

"This place may truly yield some treasures."

Xu Yang’s spirits gradually rose.

At a certain moment, he gently tapped Zhang Hong, then turned and retraced his steps to a stall he’d just passed.

The vendor under the cloak stood motionless, utterly silent, like a statue!

With sharp senses, Xu Yang could barely discern that this vendor was likely a martial artist of Late Stage or Perfection of the Yang Realm.

Xu Yang had his gaze fixed on a broken ancient sword on the stall.

Its entire body was violet, yet years beyond reckoning had left it mottled, the purple glow dim and obscure.

On its blade, droplets of violet runes were branded, faintly emanating an ineffable ancient aura—apart from that, no other fluctuations!

"This broken sword—how much?"

Xu Yang pointed and inquired.