Upon hearing this, Song Changsheng was baffled. ’Are the traders at the Black Market all this unprofessional?’

Song Changsheng paid him no mind. Ignoring the man’s greeting, he turned and walked away.

He could tell the man only had a Foundation Establishment Cultivation. ’There’s no way he has a Demon King Inner Core. Even if it were real, I couldn’t afford it with my current fortune. No point wasting my time.’

He didn’t act rashly and first took a stroll around the area.

He discovered that the Black Market was quite large and crowded, but there were few buildings. Most people simply sat on the ground, stuck a sign in front of them stating what they were selling or buying, and then became as still as meditating monks.

Song Changsheng glanced around and discovered a motley assortment of goods for sale and purchase. There was a bit of everything, and many items he had never even heard of.

But there were still many things that tempted him greatly, such as some powerful Talismans, or exquisite Array Dao Scriptures and Heart Method Secret Techniques.

However, he had given half of his fortune to Song Qingxi, and now he only had a little over thirty-six thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones left.

’Looks like I’ll have to find a place to offload these things for some Spirit Stones first,’ Song Changsheng thought, feeling the weight of his money pouch with a bitter smile.

’What can I even do with this pittance of Spirit Stones?’

After some thought, he copied the others, found an empty spot, and sat down. He took out an iron plate and, using his fingers as a blade, carved the words, "High-grade Demon Spirit Artifact, Tier One and Two Demon Artifacts, and Demonic Scriptures for sale," then planted it in the ground before him.

He then took out another iron plate and carved, "High price offered for Flood Dragon Scale." Of the five mediums for the Five Beasts Body Refining Technique, he had already collected four and was only missing the final Flood Dragon Scale.

Although his years of searching had been fruitless, this Black Market gathered Cultivators from all over Daqi and even several other Cultivation Realms. It was possible someone here might have one.

As soon as he set up his signs, they began to attract a steady stream of people. It didn’t take a genius to know that most of them were Demon Cultivators.

Song Changsheng could only marvel at how truly unrestrained the Black Market was.

After some back and forth, he sold off most of his Demon Dao resources but only earned fifteen thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones. It was truly a fire sale at a gut-wrenching loss.

There was no helping it. Most things sold at the Black Market were of questionable origin, so buyers haggled ruthlessly, some even trying to cut the price in half.

Since Song Changsheng was eager to offload the items, he didn’t quibble over the prices. Otherwise, he could have made more Spirit Stones.

In less than an ancient hour, he had sold all his Demon Dao spoils—except for the High-grade Demon Spirit Artifact—for dirt cheap prices, earning a total of eighteen thousand Spirit Stones.

It wasn’t that the High-grade Demon Spirit Artifact wasn’t in demand. In fact, most people had come for it, but they couldn’t accept his asking price, so it remained unsold.

Just as Song Changsheng was wondering if he should lower the price, a tall figure walked over. He wore a wolf-head mask and looked down at Song Changsheng, asking, "You have a High-grade Demon Spirit Artifact?"

His voice was like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together, incredibly grating. Song Changsheng didn’t have high hopes and said casually, "Fifty thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones, non-negotiable. If you pay with Middle-Grade Spirit Stones, I can give you a five percent discount."

For a High-Grade Spiritual Artifact, this price wasn’t expensive, perhaps even a bit cheap, but in the Black Market, it wasn’t easy to sell.

Unexpectedly, the tall figure actually nodded and said, "The price is fair, but I need to inspect the goods first."

At these words, Song Changsheng’s spirits lifted instantly. ’I’ve run into a big spender.’

He quickly took the Demon Wheel out of his Storage Bag and presented it to the tall figure, saying, "There’s absolutely nothing wrong with the item. Among High-grade Demon Spiritual Artifacts, this is a top-quality piece."

The tall figure took it and inspected it meticulously, even trying to activate it for a moment before saying with satisfaction, "It is indeed quite good."

"Fifty thousand Spirit Stones, and it’s yours." Seeing the other party was satisfied, Song Changsheng breathed a slight sigh of relief.

But to his surprise, the man shook his head and said, "I don’t have that many Spirit Stones."

"What?" Song Changsheng was stunned. ’Is this motherfucker here just to mess with me? If you don’t have money, what are you doing in a broth—ah, no, the Black Market?’

As if sensing Song Changsheng’s mood shift, the tall figure quickly said, "I can trade something else for it."

Song Changsheng was rather unenthusiastic. No matter how good an item from a Demon Cultivator was, he wouldn’t dare use it. He was about to refuse when the man directly took out a Jade Bottle and placed it before him, saying, "This is a bottle of Thousand-Year Stalactite Spiritual Liquid. Its value is no less than that of a Spiritual Artifact."

The moment he said this, he not only captured Song Changsheng’s attention but also that of the people nearby, who slowly began to edge closer.

Even though they were all wearing masks, Song Changsheng could almost see the greedy expressions on their faces, a testament to the power of those words.

With quick eyes and fast hands, Song Changsheng snatched the Jade Bottle. Though he was eager, he still inspected it carefully.

However, he was clearly overthinking it. It was a rule of the Black Market not to interfere with another’s transaction, but being his first time here, Song Changsheng didn’t know that.

After confirming it was genuine Thousand-Year Stalactite Spiritual Liquid, Song Changsheng suppressed his excitement and shook his head at the man. "This is indeed Thousand-Year Stalactite Spiritual Liquid, but the quantity is too small. It’s worth thirty thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones at most."

The tall figure grew a little anxious. Song Changsheng’s haggling was too ruthless. Outside, this bottle was worth at least fifty thousand Spirit Stones, and he had just slashed the price by nearly half.