Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 527 - 343 Five Passes God
Chapter 527 -343 Five Passes God
At this moment, the abnormalities occurring here had already attracted the attention of many greedy and malicious eyes nearby.
Suddenly,
a hoarse voice came to Zhao Sheng’s ear, “Ah, it turns out to be a ‘Fishing’ stall! Tsk tsk, getting into this the moment you arrived, I don’t know whether to call you unlucky or lucky.”
Zhao Sheng looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was a one-armed, dark-faced Great Han from the stall next to him who had spoken.
“Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by that?” Zhao Sheng asked.
The one-armed Great Han looked at Zhao Sheng and transmitted his voice, “The rules of the Ghost Market dictate that anyone who intentionally scams others shall be put to death without exception, and everything on their stall shall become the property of others.
If you don’t want to make a move, let me do it. After the deed is done, half of the goods will be mine.”
Having heard this, Zhao Sheng immediately understood, but pretended to be surprised and said, “According to Fellow Daoist, if someone deliberately kills a stall owner and then claims the other was running a Fishing stall, wouldn’t that be exploiting a loophole in the Ghost Market?”
The one-armed Great Han smirked coldly after hearing this and said disdainfully, “The loopholes in the Ghost Market are not so easy to exploit, little does one know that there are Divine Spirits watching over within three feet!”
Upon saying this, he suddenly stopped speaking, as if wary of something.
Zhao Sheng’s heart stirred, and he pursued the matter, “Could it be that this Ghost Market is actually established by a respected god? May I ask which Divine Spirit it might be?”
“Shut up! I didn’t say anything just now, and you’d better not ask too much. Otherwise, you might bring disaster upon yourself!”
The one-armed Great Han became fiercely stern and glanced around, his face suddenly showing a trace of panic.
After speaking, he raised his hand, and a black light shot out like a Meteor, instantly piercing through the screaming stall owner’s head,
ending his life in a single, clean strike!
“Eh, this man turns out to be a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, the Ghost Market really isn’t simple.” Zhao Sheng’s eyes twitched slightly, feeling secretly astonished.
“I’ll take this Scatter Dust Crystal. As for the Altar God Mask, keep it for yourself. Though it’s just a Low-Grade Spirit Artifact, it’s cheap for you now,” said the one-armed Great Han, acting smug after gaining an advantage.
Zhao Sheng did not care about the meager Low-Grade Spirit Artifact, and with a single thought, he drew the mask into his hand before casually placing it into the Storage Space Seal.
Seeing this, the one-armed Great Han’s expression changed slightly, “Ah, so you’re also a Fellow Daoist in the Foundation Establishment Realm. My apologies for my earlier disrespect!”
Although he said this, he showed no intention of returning the goods.
Zhao Sheng didn’t care about such trifles, but suddenly spoke with a look of disappointment, “I heard that the Ghost Market was filled with treasures, yet to my great disappointment upon arriving today, it’s nothing but a pile of third-rate, shoddy goods not even worthy of being displayed. It’s laughable how people outside exaggerate its wonders.”
The one-armed Great Han’s eyes lit up upon hearing this and said with a laugh, “It seems Fellow Daoist is looking for some real treasures. Well, you’ve come to the right person today. If you’ve got the guts, follow me.”
As soon as this person finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the end of the street, not even caring for the stall he left in front.
Zhao Sheng gestured with his hand, and in one leap, Da Bai landed softly on his shoulder, crouching down. Zhao Sheng then followed suit with large strides.
The two of them walked down the main street of the Ghost Market, and before long, they reached the end of the street. There, no one had set up a stall. It was desolately empty except for a circular Black Stone Platform. The outer wall of the platform was carved with a gigantic willow tree as vast as a mountain, its branches hanging down with countless bizarre images of demons and ghosts.
Next to the Black Stone Platform, a bizarre “person” was squatting, half-sitting, half-leaning.
The person was tall, with an unspeakably ugly face and skin green-black and wrinkled like an evil spirit that had crawled out of hell, covered in scars with flesh peeling back all over.
Stabbed through his chest was a dark long spear, the blade protruding out from his back.
“Halt, the passphrase!”
“Clear skies ascend to Divinity, ghosts and mortals wander carefree!”
The one-armed Great Han hurried forward to recite the passphrase. Then he turned to Zhao Sheng, explained in a low voice, “This Ghost Shura is extremely fierce. I remember half a year ago, some Great Success Foundation Establishment tough guy, thinking he was superior in cultivation, tried to barge through and was impaled to death by the Ghost Shura. Therefore, one must abide by the rules upon entering the Ghost Market.”
Zhao Sheng nodded, thinking that whoever was behind the Ghost Market had managed to refine a Ghost Chi Shura into a living corpse, and daring to use it as a gatekeeper.
Such an act was akin to blatantly slapping the face of the Heavenly Dao Sect. The owner of the Ghost Market really had the nerve, and it was also quite “interesting.”
Then, the two effortlessly ascended the Black Stone Platform.
In an instant, a burst of black light exploded on the platform, and the two of them suddenly vanished.
Following a dizzying whirl, Zhao Sheng found himself in a dim, fog-filled strange land.
The ground of this place was dark brown, its texture soft and sticky, seeming to be laid with some kind of flesh, or perhaps existing inside some gigantic creature.
The boundary was obscured by fog and couldn’t be seen, divine sense barely extended less than ten feet before being swallowed by the black fog.
However, that was enough.
Zhao Sheng narrowed his eyes and looked around, only to see dim figures all around, with vague shadows sitting on chairs built of countless white bones.
Squeak, squeak, squeak!
Da Bai seemed to be in extreme fear, screeching wildly and shivering uncontrollably ever since they arrived.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng immediately placed him into the spirit beast bag.
“What is this place?”
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“Hehe, Fellow Daoist need not worry, this is the real Ghost Market. The one outside is just a facade to fool those unwitting fools,” explained the one-armed Great Han.
Zhao Sheng nodded knowingly at his words.
It was only now that he noticed his appearance had become like the others, indistinct and hard to make out, his figure shrouded as if he were a specter.
The so-called Ghost Market was indeed a place where the living traded with ghosts.
