My Father Is Definitely Possessed-Chapter 150 - 122: No Fifth Grade, Want Sixth Grade?

Chapter 150: Chapter 122: No Fifth Grade, Want Sixth Grade?

"You can give it a try," Xue Qianbai said to the woman.

"Hehe, let’s forget it, it has nothing to do with me," the woman said with self-mockery, then turned around, swaying her hips as she walked away.

If you didn’t consider her age, just her back view was enough to captivate thousands of men.

Following the woman through the Chaofeng Pavilion for a long time, from noisy areas to increasingly silent ones.

They arrived at the backyard of the Chaofeng Pavilion, where the woman slowly pushed open a door. Outside, it was pitch black, like a completely different world from inside the pavilion, with the faint sound of flowing water; there was actually a river outside.

The river was vast, almost obscuring the view of the distance.

"I’ll see you off up to here," the woman lazily moved her long hair, then said helplessly, "Other guests would at least enjoy themselves here, but I don’t like men like Xue Qianbai who don’t understand romance."

Xue Qianbai said nothing, pretending not to hear, and directly entered through the door.

Li Changqing politely nodded to the woman and then followed along.

"Little brother, come back and play here when you return, I’ll find you the best girl, how about it?" the woman said to Li Changqing with a smile.

"Thanks, definitely next time," Li Changqing replied with a grin and left as well.

"Pfft. Another man with no sense of romance; no wonder he can be friends with someone like Xue Qianbai. Two dog men, pah!" she spat, then slammed the door shut with a bang.

The river water was so dark that no light could be seen ahead.

Just as Li Changqing wanted to ask where the black market was, Xue Qianbai whistled towards the river surface.

Soon after, the creaking sound was heard, and a small wooden boat floated over the river.

On the boat was a silhouette wearing a bamboo hat, who, while steering the boat, asked in a somewhat strange voice, "Are you boarding?"

"Yes."

Xue Qianbai didn’t hesitate and got on the boat directly.

Li Changqing also boarded, feeling both anxious and somewhat thrilled.

This black market appeared very mysterious.

"Would you both like to wear masks?" The man with the bamboo hat handed them each a mask.

Xue Qianbai took one and put it on.

Li Changqing didn’t ask more questions; he understood that the black market was a mix of all sorts of people.

When purchasing things from the black market, it could be easy to be targeted; wearing a mask would conceal one’s identity.

"The black market opens only three days a month," Xue Qianbai explained to Li Changqing. "Today is the last day, so your timing is quite good."

"Additionally, in the black market, you’re not allowed to cause trouble. If your identity is found out, you’ll be blacklisted and banned from entering the black market again."

Listening to Xue Qianbai’s explanation, Li Changqing nodded in understanding, having no questions.

"This little brother’s statement isn’t entirely accurate," the old man with the bamboo hat said as he continued to steer, "Causing trouble in the black market will result in being immediately killed by the market’s enforcers, regardless of your identity. The chances of escaping the black market are slim."

"Thanks for the reminder," Li Changqing clasped his fists in salute.

The small boat drifted for an unknown amount of time before Li Changqing finally saw lights on the dark river surface, albeit somewhat dim.

A massive canyon suddenly appeared ahead.

The boat slowly passed through the canyon. At this point, Li Changqing noticed that on the cliff walls of the canyon, there were quite a number of people, whose auras were gloomy as they stared at the passing boats.

Some had venomous eyes, others showed curiosity, and one could also see small boats approaching from the opposite side.

On other boats, there were also buyers wearing masks.

"I sense the aura of the Ghost Race," Li Changqing furrowed his brows at this moment, sensing an aura different from that of the Human Race.

"The black market is indeed a place of mixed variety, not only the Ghost Race, but other races are also here to sell things that shouldn’t see the light of day."

"However, safety is generally ensured. If someone tries to seize something here, the market’s enforcers will quickly take action," Xue Qianbai explained to Li Changqing.

"Hmm, as long as safety is ensured. I don’t want to buy a treasure only to have it robbed later, although the odds of that happening are low," Li Changqing nodded, indicating he understood.

"Get off the boat."

At this point, the boat reached the shore.

The two of them disembarked, and onshore was a wooden bridge. The bridge looked quite old and worn out, with many planks already cracked.

Just as they got off the boat, a lot of people gathered around.

Li Changqing initially thought they were coming to rob something, but before he could even speak, someone handed over an item.

"This is a Painting Treasure crafted by the Painting Saint, are you interested?" a man directly promoted to Li Changqing with a string of beads.

The string of beads was pitch black, each bead exuding a mysterious sheen.

"I’ll sell it for just three million silver!" the man said sincerely.

"Painting Treasure of the Painting Saint?" Li Changqing glanced at the string of beads and indeed sensed it was a Painting Treasure, but the spiritual power contained within had long been depleted.

It might only be usable once more, and without a Scroll to nourish it, it would become useless after a single use.

Three million silver taels?

Li Changqing was puzzled, even while wearing a mask, he couldn’t shake the feeling that "sucker" was written on his face.

"This is a rare seed of a vine flower. Once planted, it can grow a Spirit Beast containing life force, and at its growth peak, it can even rival the Innate Realm, for only two million silver."