Chapter 976: Old Huang

Su Han didn’t share the secret of the Red Moon with Du Yao, and he didn’t plan to share it with anyone.

Because it involved gods and demons, knowing too much could bring deadly consequences, so after recovering, Su Han no longer looked at the Red Moon. Instead, led by Du Yao, he headed to the black market.

The black market was located in the northern part of Red Moon City. There was a market here just like any ordinary market, with the only difference being that once you stepped into the black market, you could buy and sell anything, and no one could interfere with the transactions.

Of course, there were many scammers in the black market, and plenty of counterfeit goods, a mix of fish and dragons, all depending on one’s discernment and luck.

Additionally, the black market had its own rules—no violence allowed. Violating this rule would be seen as a provocation, and the only outcome for provoking the rules was death!

Moreover, in the black market, once a transaction was completed, even if you realized afterward that you were scammed, you couldn’t trouble the seller. It only meant you were too blind to see, and you deserved to be scammed.

Of course, there were many detailed rules in the black market, but Su Han didn’t need to know too much about them.

"Master, if you’re looking to buy information, there are specialized information brokers over here."

Du Yao dutifully took on the role of a guide, after all, her life was still in Su Han’s hands.

The black market was no different from ordinary markets; it had many stalls and many customers. However, the items for sale here were not available in the regular markets outside.

For example, the corpses of Supreme beings, the arms of saints, and even living people were for sale.

Of course, information was also a type of commodity, with specialized brokers responsible for selling it. Due to its special nature, information required a high degree of accuracy, or else it wouldn’t sell.

"You find out and then tell me the results!"

Su Han tossed a Storage Ring to Du Yao, containing 100 million Spirit Stones, for her to purchase information.

"Yes, Master!"

Du Yao respectfully accepted the Storage Ring and turned to find the information brokers.

Meanwhile, Su Han himself strolled around alone. He had a lot of treasures on him; if there was an opportunity, he could sell them in the black market. But since there were many scammers here, he didn’t want to get conned, so he wanted to check out the market first.

"Little brother, what do you want to buy? Or what do you want to sell? No matter what you need, Old Huang here can help you solve it, and I don’t charge much—just a thousand Spirit Stones a day!"

Suddenly, a figure came over eagerly, speaking flatteringly.

It was a skinny, shabby old man wearing a drafty torn jacket, with sallow skin and deep wrinkles, most notably missing two front teeth, which made his smile particularly sly.

Su Han wasn’t unfamiliar with people like this, they were also a kind of guide, earning a bit of a middleman’s fee by leading people, and there were quite a few such middlemen in the black market. But Su Han just ignored him.

With Du Yao as a guide, Su Han naturally didn’t need another one, so he waved his hand and walked straight ahead.

"Little brother, I can tell you’re not a local, first time in Red Moon City, right? The waters in this black market are deep, without someone to lead you, you’ll easily get scammed."

"I, Old Huang, won’t guarantee anything else, but I at least won’t scam you. My motto is ’take money to eliminate disasters for others’, and anything you want, I can find channels for you."

This old man who called himself Old Huang didn’t intend to give up on Su Han as a potential client and quickly followed, patting his bony chest to assure Su Han.

Su Han frowned slightly because Old Huang was practically spitting on his face and his breath reeked of alcohol, clearly a chronic drinker.

"Little brother, if you think the price isn’t right, we can negotiate. I make an offer, you bargain. How about eight hundred a day?"

Seeing Su Han unmoved, Old Huang continued to chatter incessantly, and like a piece of sticky plaster, he wouldn’t leave Su Han alone.

Since violence was not allowed in the black market and Su Han didn’t want to expose himself, he really had no way to deal with someone like Old Huang for the moment.

"I want to buy Emperor Gold; do you have any leads?"

Su Han stopped in his tracks, hoping this would deter Old Huang.

Emperor Gold wasn’t an ordinary treasure; it was metal exclusive to Great Emperor Realm powerhouses, meant for crafting Emperor’s Armaments. It was not only extremely valuable but also exceedingly rare, usually snapped up by major powers as soon as it appeared on the market.

Although the black market was unique, treasures like Emperor Gold were still hard to come by, yet Old Huang’s answer shattered Su Han’s assumptions.

"Hey, what a coincidence, I just happen to know where to find Emperor Gold. Since little brother doesn’t trust me, I’ll take you to buy the Emperor Gold first, and we’ll discuss the price after we have it in hand. How about that?"

Old Huang grinned, his lack of two front teeth making his smile particularly unsightly, but he seemed oblivious, always quick to smile.

The restoration of the Dragon Slaying Divine Spear required Emperor Gold, and Su Han had never obtained any Emperor Gold up to this point. Earlier, he was merely trying to deter Old Huang, but hearing this, he knew Old Huang would continue to pester him if he didn’t take a look.

Oh well, might as well go and see. If he could really acquire Emperor Gold, eight hundred Spirit Stones wouldn’t be a big deal. If not, at least he could use this to dismiss Old Huang.

"Let’s go!"

Su Han waved his hand, and Old Huang excitedly led the way.

Before long, Old Huang brought Su Han to a stall selling weapons.

This stall was quite crude, with a pile of tattered weapons thrown together, behind which sat a shrewd man with glimmering eyes.

"Dear customer, what kind of weapons do you want to buy? Don’t let the worn appearance of my weapons fool you, did you know these are ancient weapons, each at least a thousand years old, every single one a rare treasure."

The shrewd man began to brag as soon as he saw Su Han approaching.

"You see this treasured sword, it’s passed down from the Heavenly Sword Dynasty. Let me tell you secretly, it was the personal sword of the previous Emperor during his youth. Although it’s only an Intermediate Grade Dao Artifact, it bears the sword intent imprint of the former Emperor. Feel it."

The shrewd man drew out a half-broken sword, whispering into Su Han’s ear, while intentionally activating the broken sword to emit a very faint Sword Intent.

The corners of Su Han’s mouth twitched slightly. Although there were many scammers in the black market, this scam was a bit too crude, claiming it as the personal sword of a former Emperor, clearly dug out from some hidden corner.

The shrewd man took out one tattered weapon after another, boasting them to the skies as rare treasures, but Su Han remained uninterested.

"Hmm!"

Suddenly, a soft exclamation came from Su Han’s heart, his gaze falling on a broken little cauldron among the pile of weapons.

The small cauldron was only palm-sized and half-broken, yet through the Nine Heavens Eye, Su Han discovered something intriguing.

Inside the small cauldron mixed a piece of Crimson Phoenix Gold, the size of a fingernail.

Unbelievable, there really was Emperor Gold!