Chapter 294 - 147: Zen Pure Land, Chaotic Celestial King, Jiangyin Black Market, Once Traveled a Thousand Miles to Seek a Marquisate

Chapter 294: Chapter 147: Zen Pure Land, Chaotic Celestial King, Jiangyin Black Market, Once Traveled a Thousand Miles to Seek a Marquisate

First, there was the Duan Chenzhou incident. The two Trades, two Schools, and four Grandmasters brought their True Inheritance disciples along, and one of them ended up ruined.

And now...

Because of some feud on Daoist School Street, another one has been defeated!

Prodigies like that—destined to become Immortal Robes, with the potential to be Grandmasters—how many of them can a single Daoist School produce?

They’re all prodigies destined to be True Inheritance disciples for their respective Schools!

One after another, ruined by that brat’s hand. That’s more than a decade of hard work and resources poured down the drain...

"He thinks he can turn his fortunes around just by latching onto the Young Lady Heir!?"

"A mere Guest position in the Marquis’s Mansion doesn’t even warrant a glance from Marquis Beicang himself. And he thinks he can rest easy..."

"Dream on!"

Purple Qi surged from Zhou Changming, rushing to the heavens.

The expressions of the several Daoist School Masters at his side shifted.

Chang Panshi, backed by the Water and Fire Lodge School, was resentful, but his disciple hadn’t been seriously harmed and would recover with time. Therefore, he said nothing.

However, Zhou Baima, the Master of Quanshan Daoist School which was backed by Three Punch Mountain, couldn’t resist speaking up:

"Brother Zhou, are you planning to..."

The usually refined old man’s Qi Mechanism stirred, his eyes turning cold.

"When we went after the Celestial Blade School before, was it really just for that plaque on Daoist School Street?"

The moment he said this,

the Grandmasters from the six great, high-level Daoist Schools on either side all fell silent.

"Wasn’t it because our Ancestors have their eyes on Golden Turtle Island and the suspected Sealed Title Inheritance of the Celestial Blade Style!"

"Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. The Celestial Blade School is just a tiny splinter that broke off the Sword Dao Ancestral Court and drifted here to Jiangyin Prefecture, yet it’s still enough to stir up massive waves."

"We were on the verge of success, but the Celestial Blade Style’s luck hasn’t run out. Another ’Wang Xuanyang’ has emerged. In a few more decades, they might be looming over all of Jiangyin Prefecture once again..."

"I refuse to believe our Ancestors will tolerate this!"

"Besides, the competition for the title of Daoist of the Dragon Elephant True Sect is raging in the Three Mansions’ Land. If the True Inheritance disciple who has the backing of the Jiangyin Prefecture Schools can win and earn the favor of the Dragon Elephant Martial Saint..."

"Then Wang Xuanyang will be nothing!"

He curled his fingers into a claw, his eyes turning vicious.

"But the Ancestors haven’t given the word, and the Schools haven’t made a move. Ji Xiu has the backing of the Marquis’s Mansion now. What can you possibly do on your own..."

Zhou Baima of Quanshan Daoist School frowned.

"I won’t make a move, but there are places that will!"

Zhou Changming sneered:

"Have you all..."

"Forgotten the place where even True Sect Disciples have met their doom!?"

At these words, everyone’s expression changed drastically:

"You mean..."

Within Jiangyin Prefecture—or rather, not just limited to it—there exists a power that belongs to no School or family: the Black Market.

No one knows who established it. Even the Prefecture Lord and the Garrison Commander once exhausted every means to eradicate this "malignant tumor," but they could never find a single trace of it and were forced to give up.

Here, you could find any "thing" you wanted, provided you had silver, Red Gold, or even Heaven and Earth Marvels of equivalent value!

That even included "human lives"!

The conditions for entering the Black Market were also extremely strict.

One not only needed an invitation but also had to wear a specific mask and enter at a particular double-hour. Even ordinary Grandmasters were not qualified to enter.

"That kid has offended so many people. It would be perfectly normal for a bounty of a fortune and an Earth Treasure to be placed on him one of these days."

"Who knows."

Zhou Changming spoke with conviction, his eyes dark.

...

The Medicine Shop!

The candlelight flickered, and a hazy smoke swirled in the air.

"Master, that’s the situation..."

"That brat has connections in the Northern Garrison Command. Prefecture Commander Gu Baichuan personally vouched for him, and those little whelps from the Jade Shop, Embroidery Lineage, and Wine Shop all came forward as witnesses."

"No matter how we try to frame him, we can’t get him thrown into the prefecture prison..."

Huang Ai was reclining on a daybed, smoking ’Pure Land Paradise Ointment’. His Divine Soul and consciousness seemed to be immersed in some fabricated paradise.

Hearing the report from the attendant beside him, his eyelids merely drooped as he took a bronze-and-iron mask from his side.

"If overt methods don’t work, we’ll use covert ones."

"We can’t crush him with the rules..."

"But in this Prefecture City, there are plenty of deeds that can’t see the light of day."

...

The Fishing Trade.

Chen Jing knocked on the table. He looked at the man sitting across from him, a Martial Artist whose body rippled with a Qi Force like that of a Dragon Elephant, and suddenly spoke:

"Third Celestial King, what brings you here at this hour?"

Hearing this, the man sitting opposite him chuckled slyly:

"Brother, there’s no need to be so formal between us."

"Ever since Big Brother’s physical body perished all those years ago, he has been cultivating the path of the Ghost Immortal. He’s nearly succeeded. Before long, his might will descend upon the entire East Canghai, comparable to one with a Title. He’ll be able to call himself a Ghost Immortal True Master."

"When that time comes, the name of ’Vigilante Justice of Chaotic Heaven Lake’ will ring out once more! Forget Wang Xuanyang—even if the Dragon Elephant Martial Saint who holds sway over the Three Mansions shows up, he won’t be able to do a thing!"

"I came this time just to ask."

"That kid who killed our tenth brother and stole the Treasure Fish from Old Seventh—the one Old Seventh was using to recover his energy, the one that had nearly evolved into an Auspicious Omen..."

"I heard you failed to get him? Since that’s the case, do you need us to handle it?"

As he said this, the Third Celestial King’s corded muscles and board-like ribs suddenly bulged. The Qi channels throughout his body flared with power, and his Dragon Elephant strength seemed nearly capable of uprooting mountains.

This made Chen Jing’s brow furrow. With a cold look in his eyes, he took out a mask and spoke:

"I appreciate the thought, Third Celestial King."

"But this is the Prefecture City. If Luo Daocheng gets a hold of you..."

"It’s easy to get in, but getting out won’t be nearly as simple."

In response, the Third Celestial King just chuckled slyly, giving a noncommittal reply:

"Luo may be arrogant, but how many more days can he keep it up?"