Chapter 11: Black Market
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Martial Cultivator Chapter 11: Black Market

After having a conversation that was neither deep nor shallow with Xie Nandu, it was close to noon too. Counting the days, today was the date. Grabbing an oiled paper umbrella, Chen Chao led Xie Nandu out of the door.

Xie Nandu put down the sweet potato that only had the skin left. Receiving the oiled paper umbrella, she casually asked, "Where are we going?"

Chen Chao did not hide it either and said casually, "Black market."

Hearing this, Xie Nandu clearly got excited. When she was in White Deer Prefecture, she often heard her family talk about the black market. She knew that it was the place where cultivators carried out transactions. In foreign lands, there were cultivation sects that specialized in this business. But within the borders of the Great Liang Dynasty, there would be government-established venues in the provincial capital of the prefecture for cultivators to carry out transactions. But, this kind of official venue would often deduct part of the skygold currency from both sides of the transaction. Under such circumstances, black markets were born as the times required, becoming the platform for cultivators to transact on their own.

Tianqing County was too out-of-the-way and the Great Liang Dynasty did not set up any marketplaces. If one wanted to get any spirit medicines and cultivation aspect materials, there was only the black market.

And because it was too remote, Tianqing County's black market only opened for one day a month. Today just happened to be the day it was open.

The demon beads that Chen Chao accumulated over this one month, he originally planned to exchange all of them for skygold currency today to purchase the spirit medicines that he needed to temper his body next month.

However, Chen Chao was clear in his heart that he could barely cope with things these few months. The days in the future would definitely get worse and worse.

He glanced at Xie Nandu without leaving any traces. At that time, how the rest of his days would be would depend on whether or not she found her conscience and s

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