14: Development Agent

According to Zhang Li's introduction, the black market of Green Bamboo Market is located in the center of Qingyue Lake on the outskirts.

It only opens once on the first day of each month, and one needs to hold a 'Black Market Token' to take the ferry to enter the real black market.

At this time, there were still more than twenty days until the next black market opened, so the Spirit Stone problem needed to be resolved as soon as possible within the deadline.

Lu Ming sat in the Cultivation Room, deep in thought.

"Since the normal path doesn't work, then I'll try a different method..."

...

At night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

Zhou Yang walked out of Little Talisman Hall, just like countless other times, taking exhausted steps and dragging his tired body towards his shack in the southern district.

Day after day, it was like a habit.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly when he thought of how he was joyfully brought into the Immortal Realm by his cousin.

It wasn't as beautiful as he imagined, nor was it like the picture books described, where Immortals traveled to Cangwu in the morning and Beihai in the evening.

It was full of oppression and helplessness.

In fact, that was exactly how it was; he was sold by his cousin to a Talisman Hall to become a handyman.

Now, every day he was either serving tea or pouring water; all the chores and heavy work fell to him.

He was busy for eight hours a day, from Chen Shi to Hai Shi.

There was only a quarter of an hour for eating and resting, and he could only rest one day every ten days.

The Talisman shop owner was as stingy as the old landlords he had seen in the Mortal world.

Every month, he worked himself to death, greeting and sending off various customers, and also serving tea and water to the owner.

His remuneration was only Blood Qi Pills, Body Tempering Pills for Mortals, and two Spirit Crystals.

He saved for five years to exchange for a Cultivation Technique, and then spent another three years to Breakthrough to Qi Refining First Layer.

He was truly tired now; a future he could see the end of had long since robbed him of the youthful vigor he should have had.

With his head down, Zhou Yang slowly walked towards his dilapidated small wooden house in the shack area.

Just then, he suddenly stopped.

On the path ahead, a figure shrouded in a black robe stood silently, he didn't know when the figure appeared.

The Aura emanating from him was powerful and chaotic; he, at Qi Refining First Layer, felt as if he was facing a volcano about to erupt.

Qi Refining Middle Stage!

Zhou Yang's heart grew cold; he encountered many customers every day and had some understanding of the Aura of various Cultivation levels.

This person was estimated to be between Qi Refining Fifth Layer and Sixth Layer, but no matter what, he couldn't afford to provoke him.

Moreover, this situation reminded him of a notorious type of Cultivator in the Immortal Realm.

Robber Cultivator!

But this was the shack area! It was full of poor, low-level Cultivators, a place even dogs would disdain.

Zhou Yang never expected that this Robber Cultivator wouldn't even spare the shack area!

He became increasingly panicked, wailing in his heart, "My life is over!"

However, the muscle memory from long hours of work still made him stand at attention, bow, and salute.

"Senior, what are your orders?"

The other party seemed to have anticipated his reaction.

After a moment of silence, a deep voice rang out.

"Zhou Yang, Little Talisman Hall handyman..."

Zhou Yang didn't expect the other party to know his name, and even his identity and job; he was indeed here for him!

'My life is over!'

"You only get a few Mortal Medicinal Pills and two Spirit Crystals each month."

'My life is over!'

"Work for this Lord, and you can live."

'My life is over... huh?'"

Zhou Yang was stunned, but he quickly reacted; this person wasn't here to kill him! And it seemed there was something he needed him to do.

However, since he could live, Zhou Yang certainly didn't want to die, so he quickly replied respectfully.

"Senior, what do you need Junior to do? Although Junior's strength is low, I will do my best to complete it!"

The other party didn't answer, only threw a cloth bag at him.

Zhou Yang quickly caught it, and seeing the black-robed man nod, he carefully opened the cloth bag.

Inside, there was a stack of Talismans piled layer upon layer.

"Windwalk Talisman, Fire Crow Talisman, Aura Concealing Talisman."

As a handyman at Little Talisman Hall, although he had never made Talismans, he had seen many and had some ability to identify Talismans.

He recognized at a glance that these were three common First Order Low Grade Talismans.

Moreover, he also saw that although these were all only First Order Low Grade Talismans, they were all high-quality; once displayed on the counter, they would definitely sell quickly.

"This... this, Senior needs Junior to sell Talismans?"

Zhou Yang asked nervously, could this Senior want him to sell them in Little Talisman Hall?

He couldn't do that!

With so many eyes in the shop, a handyman like him bringing out so many Talismans would surely be doomed.

"It's easy to talk to smart people. You sell the Talismans for this Lord. As for how you sell them, I don't care; I only care about the result, but I won't let you work for nothing. You'll get plenty of benefits."

The black-robed man said in a low voice.

Zhou Yang breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this; as long as he wasn't asked to sell them in the shop, it was fine.

As for how to sell them, he already had an idea in mind.

Although his Cultivation was low, he had met many different kinds of people and had long since developed a unique way of life and network of contacts belonging to low-level Cultivators.

Zhou Yang's heart was a little hot; although any single Talisman inside was worth several months of his salary, he did not feel greedy.

Since the other party dared to do this, he must have some means of control, and he also didn't need to do that.

He just realized that this might be his only chance to turn his life around!

And the black-robed man's actions were not difficult to guess; it was simply that he didn't want to be controlled by the Talisman Cultivator Alliance.

People like him, who worked in Talisman shops, were most aware of the recent movements of the Talisman Cultivator Alliance in the market.

But this was not important to him, and he would not delve into the black-robed man's specific identity; to live well, one must learn to play deaf and dumb.

"Senior, what price do you intend to set for the Talismans?"

Zhou Yang was no longer afraid at this moment, and a hint of anticipation had appeared in his eyes.

"Windwalk Talisman is eight Spirit Crystals each, Aura Concealing Talisman is nine Spirit Crystals each, and Fire Crow Talisman is six Spirit Crystals."

"There are twenty-five Windwalk Talismans, Fire Crow Talismans, and Aura Concealing Talismans each. I don't care how you sell them; in the end, I only want fifty Low-Grade Spirit Stones."

The other party's calm voice came.

Zhou Yang's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

He quickly calculated the prices in his mind; if all were sold at the price set by this Senior, it would be a total of fifty-seven Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

And the Senior would only take fifty Spirit Stones in the end, which meant he would get a commission of seven Spirit Stones!

While working as a handyman at Little Talisman Hall, he only earned two Spirit Crystals a month; this was equivalent to three years of income.

How could he not be overjoyed?

"Thank you for your trust, Senior; Junior will definitely live up to your expectations!"

Zhou Yang solemnly promised the black-robed man.

"You only have ten days. If you do well this time, you can still work for this Lord in the future."

"How do I find you, Senior, after I've sold them all?"

"I will come to find you myself. Also, I am Wu Daoren..."

The calm voice came faintly, and by the time Zhou Yang came back to his senses, the black-robed figure had disappeared.

The cold moonlight shone down, and Zhou Yang tightly clutched the small cloth bag, as if he was holding his own destiny.

He grinned.

A new life was about to begin!