Chapter 65: Chapter 65: Supreme Yin 7 Fiends Banner

Yang Jing remained impassive, merely watching as the small banner was placed back on the stall. ’Since they’ve secretly marked this banner, they’ll definitely come looking for me later.’

This small banner came from a Wu Family Demon Cultivator. ’For them to be this interested, I wonder if they’re a fugitive from the Wu Family or a Demon Cultivator from the Dark Spring Demon Sect.’

Due to his limited network, Yang Jing didn’t know if any members of the Wu Family had escaped. But if a Wu Family Demon Cultivator had indeed been lucky enough to evade capture, the Ghost Ruins Market would be the most suitable place for them to lie low.

He secretly mulled it over.

He had brought this small banner to the Ghost Ruins Market specifically to go fishing, and to his surprise, he’d actually hooked a big one. ’And what better Insect Training Skill could there be than one from the Dark Spring Demon Sect?’

Looking completely oblivious, he continued to tend his stall for over an hour.

This small banner could only unleash its true power in the hands of a Cultivator practicing the Three Yin Green Blood Scripture. In anyone else’s hands, it could only conjure some blood clouds and had almost no killing power, which was why it hadn’t sold even after a long time.

When it was 9 p.m., Yang Jing feigned impatience, packed up his stall, and began to wander around the square.

Because the goods in the square were of questionable origin, their prices were exceptionally low. Yang Jing was knowledgeable and sharp-eyed, and he also possessed the Bright Qi Talent, which allowed him to perceive Spiritual Mechanisms. A single glance at the items on these stalls was enough for him to get the gist of their worth.

His own collection of Magical Artifacts was more or less complete, but his two disciples, Iron Head and Yinjiao, still lacked any decent ones. The Magical Artifacts at these stalls didn’t catch his eye, but some of the Spiritual Materials were quite good.

Yang Jing stopped before a stall, examining a dark-colored Spiritual Ore in his hand.

He recognized it at a glance as a piece of Black Water Profound Gold. Profound Gold was originally a brilliant, shining gold, produced in small quantities only where a Spirit Vein and a Gold Vein overlapped. This Black Water Profound Gold was a mutated form created when Profound Gold was washed over by the Spiritual Qi of underground water veins. Its color was tainted black by the infusion of Water Element Spiritual Qi, and its Spiritual Concealment made it look utterly unremarkable.

Although Yinjiao possessed all Five Elements, its most outstanding trait was its Water Element Spirit Root. The Flying Sword obtained from Qiu Feihua wasn’t suitable for it, but this piece of Black Water Profound Gold was perfect as a material for Refining a new Flying Sword.

The only problem was that there was too little of the Black Water Profound Gold—less than seven taels. Black Water Profound Gold was very heavy, so seven taels was only about the size of a child’s fist.

The stall owner couldn’t identify the material of this Spiritual Ore. Leveraging the reputation of Brother Guo, Yang Jing managed to buy it for only thirty Spirit Stones.

After making a full circuit of the square, he collected a few more useful Spiritual Materials and even gathered several of the Spirit Medicines needed for the Transformation Pill. However, there was still no sign of any Insect Training Skill.

He wasn’t anxious. Insect Training Skills were rare to begin with, and it was only the first day, so it was normal to come up empty. Besides, ’someone might just deliver an insect training method right to my doorstep’.

With that thought, Yang Jing left the Ghost Ruins Market.

Shortly after he left, three other Cultivators also departed from the Ghost Ruins Market.

The guards of the Ghost Ruins Market saw this but pretended not to notice. They were only responsible for fights within the black market; anything that happened outside was not their problem. Besides, for these three to dare target Brother Guo, they were clearly ruthless characters themselves. If the guards got involved, they might be the first to die.

The three of them tailed Yang Jing from a distance. In the lead was the same young man in white who had toyed with the small banner earlier. He now held a black banner in his hand, and a flying mosquito the size of a hawk flew beside him.

“Young Master Yanlu, that Brother Guo is not someone to be trifled with. Why don’t we return to the clan lands and regroup?”

Following the young man in white were an elderly, white-haired Cultivator who had reached Qi Cultivation Perfection through sheer age, and a fierce-looking middle-aged man whose Cultivation was at the Late Stage Qi Cultivation.

The two of them had managed the Wu Family’s shops in the Ghost Ruins Market and had luckily escaped the wanted notices and manhunt from the Chen Kingdom’s Royal Family.

This young man in white was none other than Wu Chunqiu’s direct descendant, Wu Yanlu. That day, outside Huashan County, he had watched Wu Chunqiu’s intricate schemes end in defeat and death, and he had immediately abandoned his grandfather to flee. He didn’t even return to the Wu Family’s clan lands in Huangyuan Marketplace, instead fleeing like a stray dog all the way to the Ghost Ruins Market.

“You idiot! Grandfather thoroughly pissed off all those old-timers still in the Dark Spring Demon Sect. If I went back, they’d probably skin me alive for their cultivation practice!”

Wu Yanlu shivered in fear at the thought.

As a Demon Cultivator who had grown up in the Dark Spring Demon Sect, he was all too familiar with the methods of his kind.

The only way out of his predicament was to find the fateful opportunity his grandfather had been so obsessed with. But Wu Chunqiu knew well that secrecy was the key to success, and he hadn’t revealed a single detail, not even to his own direct descendant.

The Ghost Ruins Market was no place to linger; sooner or later, someone would notice him, the fish that had escaped the net. But as anxious as Wu Yanlu was, he was at a complete loss.

Then, the Green Blood Banner that had suddenly appeared on the stall was like a lifeline thrown to him.

The Green Blood Banner was Refined using his Wu Family’s special technique; Wu Yanlu was certain he couldn’t be mistaken. ’For Brother Guo to have a Green Blood Banner, he must have been involved in the operation to capture the Wu Family.’

’To think that the famous Tribulation Cultivator is also a lapdog for the Chen Kingdom’s Royal Family.’

Wu Yanlu was ecstatic. ’If I can capture Brother Guo, I can definitely torture some valuable information out of him. The fateful opportunity my grandfather was so obsessed with might be part of it!’

As for Brother Guo’s reputation among Tribulation Cultivators, Wu Yanlu simply scoffed. ’Just a bunch of frogs in a well who’ve never seen the real world. How many true masters can a tiny place like Huangyuan Marketplace possibly have?’

’Any Inner Sect Disciple from the Dark Spring Demon Sect could come to Huangyuan Marketplace and easily earn a reputation for being invincible in the Qi Cultivation Stage.’

The Demon Mosquito flying beside him suddenly grew agitated. He had smeared a drop of his own Essence Blood on that Green Blood Banner. Even through a Storage Bag, the Demon Mosquito could easily smell it and track it by the blood scent.

“The target is close. You two…”

Wu Yanlu was only halfway through his sentence when a flash of Sword Light cut through the air. His distant clan-uncle didn’t even have time to activate his Defensive Spiritual Artifact before he was sliced vertically in two.

A mess of half-rotten organs spilled onto the ground.

The other man, a clan-brother from a side branch, was pounced on by a Demon Dog. With a single press of its paw, the Demon Dog crushed his head into a pulpy mess.

Brother Guo’s figure appeared in midair, a short sword in his hand. The blade was a brilliant cyan, and after the kill, it was not stained with a single drop of blood—clearly, it was an Upper Grade Flying Sword.

“You dare!”

Wu Yanlu was both shocked and terrified. He hadn’t expected this Brother Guo to possess such a masterful Stealth Skill. ’If he hadn’t foolishly attacked the other two first, I would have at least been wounded.’

He hastily activated the small banner he had been clutching. The banner grew in the wind, transforming into a standard as tall as a man. Its surface radiated a chilling Yin Qi that seemed to steal one’s very soul.

This banner was on a completely different level from the Green Blood Banners used by his clansmen. It was a Tier Two Taiyin Seven Evils Banner, an artifact of immense power that his grandfather, Wu Chunqiu, had gifted him for protection.

Yang Jing, however, fixed his attention on the flying mosquito beside Wu Yanlu, a look of pleasant surprise on his face.

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