Chapter 10: Tai Sui
Su Heng, accompanied by his two protectors, walked down the street at the heart of the black market, his gaze sweeping over the stalls on either side, searching for what he needed.
The breakthrough in the Pure Yang Skill had brought about improvements across the board.
Not only his physique, Su Heng’s senses had also become unusually sharp. He could smell the stale, moldy scent in the air, and beneath this decay, a more subtle scent of blood. This place was clearly not peaceful, with frequent bloody conflicts to the point that even the rains couldn’t wash away the scent of blood, leaving a lingering shadow of gore.
There were still quite a few people coming and going in the black market, but everyone was in a hurry, heads lowered, even when they occasionally looked up to survey their surroundings, their expressions were very cautious.
Some wore masks, concealing their true faces.
If they found what they were looking for in the market, they would reach out and silently negotiate prices with the vendor under the cover of long sleeves. If they could not agree, they would leave. If they agreed, then they would quickly pay and leave. Everyone deliberately kept their voices low to shorten the transaction process, fearing it might attract attention.
A faint fishy smell wafted from a stall to the left front, drawing Su Heng’s attention.
The vendor was a middle-aged man wearing a straw hat and dressed in hemp short clothes. Seeing Su Heng approach, the middle-aged man raised his head, revealing a waxen, sallow face under his broad-brimmed straw hat, resembling the face of a poor farmer accustomed to facing the soil.
In front of the farmer, the stall showcased only one item.