Chapter 879: Bustling Underground Black Market

Chapter 879: Chapter 879: Bustling Underground Black Market

Feng Jiuge’s body trembled again, panting, "It’s not that you’re too powerful, I’m almost fainting."

"It’s already unbearable, and what’s coming next is even stronger."

Saying that, Yang Cheng flipped her over, gripped her slender waist and thrust in fiercely.

"Ah..."

Even though they had just done it once, Feng Jiuge still found it hard to bear, instinctively wanting to escape.

Yang Cheng wouldn’t give her the chance, firmly holding onto her slender waist, he started a new round of battle.

They were enjoying themselves thoroughly, but it was tough for Jiang Yu next door, who tossed and turned all night and couldn’t sleep.

...

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains. Yang Cheng opened his eyes and found Feng Jiuge curled up in his arms, like a lazy cat, breathing steadily, sleeping deeply.

The two had been active until late last night, and Feng Jiuge was so tired she didn’t even want to move a finger; eventually, Yang Cheng carried her to the bathroom for a wash.

Yang Cheng carefully got up, dressed, and left the room.

In the courtyard, the Jiang Family servants were already busy. Seeing him come out, they quickly greeted him.

"Good morning, Mr. Yang. Breakfast will be ready in a while. Would you like some tea first?"

"No need, I’ll go check on Miss Jiang."

Yang Cheng waved his hand and went to Jiang Yu’s room, gently knocking on the door.

"Yu, are you awake?"

After a moment, the door opened, and Jiang Yu appeared in a light blue nightdress, her long hair slightly messy, with faint dark circles under her eyes, looking as if she didn’t sleep well.

"Brother Cen, morning."

She yawned, her voice a bit hoarse.

"Didn’t sleep well last night?"

Yang Cheng asked with concern.

Jiang Yu’s cheeks flushed slightly. She lowered her head, not daring to look at him, and muttered softly, "It’s because you and Sister Feng... were noisy until late."

Upon hearing this, Yang Cheng coughed awkwardly, reaching out to rub her head, "Today, I have to go out with Senior Sister to handle some matters, so I can’t go out with you. Stay home and rest well, gather your energy. Tomorrow is the Yin Day."

Jiang Yu raised her head, and her beautiful eyes showed a hint of disappointment, but she still nodded obediently, "Alright, then come back soon."

"Okay."

Yang Cheng smiled and turned to leave.

After breakfast, Yang Cheng and Feng Jiuge drove away from the Jiang Family.

The car maneuvered through Lin Zhou City’s districts. The streets were sparsely populated, most shops shut, and the entire city enveloped in an unspeakable oppressive atmosphere.

"Where are we going?"

Feng Jiuge asked curiously.

"Linzhou has an underground black market. It’s said that all kinds of items and information can be exchanged there. I want to investigate the Blood Refining Sect’s news."

Yang Cheng said while driving.

"Underground black market? How do you know about it?"

"It’s mentioned in Yin Wujiang’s diary. Descendants of the Blood Refining Sect often appear there, and it’s a place for covert transactions."

Feng Jiuge nodded, her eyes flashing with excitement.

Having wandered the martial world for many years, she had never visited an underground black market. It’s said that such places are teeming with a mix of people, quite mysterious.

The car stopped in front of an old residential area in the north of the city, and Yang Cheng and Feng Jiuge got out of the car, surveying the surroundings.

This place seemed no different than an ordinary old district, dilapidated buildings, narrow streets, clothes drying everywhere, and piled-up debris.

But Yang Cheng activated his X-ray Vision and quickly discovered the clue.

Behind an inconspicuous residential building was a hidden downward entrance, where two burly men dressed in black were checking the identities of those entering. Nearby were many disguised patrol personnel.

"That’s it."

Yang Cheng lowered his voice, leading Feng Jiuge over.

They approached the entrance and were stopped by the burly men in black.

"Please show your token."

One of the men said expressionlessly.

Yang Cheng took a black token from his chest, which he’d found in Yin Wujiang’s storage space, with a strange rune carved on it.

The man accepted the token, inspected it thoroughly, then respectfully returned it, "So you’re one of Elder Yin’s people, please proceed."

They only assumed that Yin Wujiang had sent someone to buy something, completely unaware that Yin Wujiang had already died at Yang Cheng’s hands.

Yang Cheng nodded and led Feng Jiuge into the entrance.

The entrance led to a staircase descending downward, walls on both sides adorned with dim wall lamps, casting a dark and oppressive hue over the entire passage.

The staircase was long and winding downward; the deeper they went, the clearer the noises in the air became.

After about five minutes, the space ahead suddenly opened up.

This was a massive underground space, no different from an ordinary market, except dimly lit, likely intentionally to prevent attendees from exposing their identities.

He scanned the surroundings—a collection of small shops filled with various rare treasures, generally items not fit for daylight, all sold at this underground black market.

Contrasting sharply with the quiet streets above, it was bustling here, packed with people, all masked, some even disguised their voices, bargaining at stalls.

"I didn’t expect the underground black market to be so lively."

Feng Jiuge said softly, her beautiful eyes full of amazement.

Yang Cheng retrieved two black masks from the storage space, handing one to Feng Jiuge and wearing one himself.

"When in Rome, it’s best not to reveal your identity here."

Feng Jiuge took the mask and wore it, the two blending into the crowd.

The black market was vast; after making a round, they found not only transactions of various items but specialized intelligence trade areas.

Yang Cheng stopped in front of a seemingly ordinary shop, a wooden sign hanging at its doorway was inscribed with the words ’Listening Wind Pavilion.’

"This is it."

He lowered his voice, leading Feng Jiuge inside.

The shop wasn’t large, with just a table, a chair, and a bookshelf filled with books and scrolls.

An old man in a gray robe sat in the chair, engrossed in a book.

Hearing the commotion, he raised his head, scrutinizing the two before speaking plainly, "What do you wish to buy, young friends?"

"I want to know about the Blood Refining Sect."

Yang Cheng said straightforwardly.

Upon hearing this, the old man’s eyes became sharply focused. He set aside the book and asked sternly, "Who are you? Why inquire about the Blood Refining Sect?"

"No need for questions; you just need to tell me whether there’s information on the Blood Refining Sect, and how much it costs."

Yang Cheng’s tone was calm, pulling out a credit card and placing it on the table.

The old man stared at the credit card for a moment before slowly speaking, "Information on the Blood Refining Sect is available, but it’s not cheap. Are you sure you can afford it?"

"How much?"

"Ten million."

Beside him, Feng Jiuge gasped audibly, her face changing shade.

Ten million, how could the old man not simply steal it?