True Solution of the Sword Dao

The Pacific Exchange was just like a normal city, with streets, pedestrians, streetlights, and trash cans. Food stands and shops. City management. But occasionally, a bloody incident would occur here.

After a scream, a bald man beside Lin Fei was stuck by a white aura that rushed out from behind him and turned into a pile of ashes within seconds. A figure draped in a white robe, completely shrouded by the garment, walked out from behind. Some city management staff had already issued a fine, and after specialized personnel cleaned up the ashes, everything returned to normal as if nothing had ever happened.

"This really is the real world," Lin Fei frowned slightly. Compared with the outer world, one was heaven and the other hell, completely different. It seemed that here, only money dictated the order. As long as one had enough money, anything was possible.

Walking slowly with the flow of people, Lin Fei looked sideways at the various shops along the street.

In a store with a sign advertising special items, luminous cabinets displayed odd-shaped objects. Some looked like tree roots, some like herbs, fruits, and even some ancient metal weapons. Customers were loudly haggling with the proprietor.

Beside the special item shop was a pharmacy, the walls lined with densely packed test tubes of all sizes and thicknesses, each marked with a price. They were filled with liquids of various colors. Even outside the store, Lin Fei could smell a pungent strange scent. As he passed by, he saw a test tube in the pharmacy within which the liquid was constantly twisting, trying to climb up the sides of the glass, as if alive. A warning label on the tube instructed: Please drink in one go.

Continuing forward silently, Lin Fei saw more similar stores, but he didn’t enter any of them. According to the Mage’s Eye, every exchange would have a street with cheap goods. He wanted to go there to take a look. He scanned the shops casually; prices of the goods were in the tens or hundreds of millions, while Lin Fei’s current savings were just a bit over three million, which Lu Jun routinely wired to Ping City each year. He could technically draw on Rainbow Group’s funds, but that would be too obvious and difficult to explain where the money went. Large fund transfers required applications.

In blunt terms: Lin Fei was out of money.

With just over three million Renminbi, one could buy almost anything anywhere, but not here, where any random item might be out of reach. After all, any strong individual from Hua Nation or other Asian countries could enter the Pacific Exchange through secret channels. With a vast base of powerful individuals, naturally, many were wealthy.

But not everyone was rich. The shops along these streets weren’t targeting ordinary strong individuals but those who had entered a higher level. Such people, once they had strength, naturally made money very quickly.

With a savings of three million Renminbi, which converted to just over three hundred and sixty thousand Euros, Lin Fei likely couldn’t even afford the cheapest potion.