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The Eight Tribes Imperial City was one of the most famous cities in the central world. It was located at the source of the spirit vein of the Eight Qi Divine Kingdom. The surrounding spirit mountains extended, and the spirit energy floating in the air was abnormally dense.

"Worthy of being the capital of the Eight Qi Kingdom, the city is even bigger than Fire God City!"

Ye Zichen couldn't help but sigh when he arrived outside the Eight Chains Imperial City alone, then looked at the impressive Eight Qi Divine Kingdom that was constructed with godly work.

"Brother Xu, which power do you think did this?" the petite man asked as he poured himself a cup of wine.

"It's hard to say!" The blue-robed man shook his head and said, "However, there aren't many powers in the central world that can kill the three great powers of the Nirvana Realm. Who knows? This fuse might trigger a fierce battle between the three Divine Kingdoms."

"Brother Xu, are you suspecting that this matter is related to my Eight Qi Divine Kingdom or the Qilin Divine Kingdom?" The skinny man's eyes lit up as he whispered.

"Shh …" "Don't spout nonsense, let the people of the Baji Royal Family hear it. You and I will lose our lives!" The blue robed man's expression changed slightly. He changed the topic and said, "That's right. I heard that a batch of good goods will arrive at the ghost store tonight. Let's go and take a look. Maybe we'll be able to find some treasures."

"Alright!" The petite man nodded and said, "Let's go out for a walk after dinner."

"What an interesting name!"

Ye Chenfeng, who sat by the window, heard the two's conversation. He revealed a hint of interest towards the so called ghost store, then quietly followed them as they left. They arrived at a remote, dimly lit, sinister and somewhat sinister ancient courtyard in the outskirts of the city.

Although there was a trace of strangeness within the ancient courtyard, there was no lack of experts with extraordinary strength. Wearing gorgeous clothes, they went in and out of the courtyard, choosing treasures.

When Ye Zichen walked into the ancient courtyard that was filled with yin aura and followed the blue robed man to the shabby old house, he saw a messy haired old man in a linen robe lying on a bamboo chair.

In front of him was a long table that was several tens of feet long. It was heavily lacquered, and on the table were several dozen oddly-shaped treasures that were stained with mud.

Judging from the leftover Yin Qi and dirt from these treasures, it was very likely that these treasures were buried with the dead, stolen from the grave of the old man in front of him.

"Expert!"

Ye Chenfeng's pupils couldn't help but contract when he saw the old man. He did not think that the old man in front of him, who was extremely unkempt, was actually a Nirvana Realm expert.

"The central world is indeed filled with crouching tigers and hidden dragons. There are simply too many experts!"

Ye Chenfeng muttered to himself as he cast his gaze at the several tens of strange looking funeral objects, and started to control the divine brain to sense them.

"Medium-grade saint artifact fragments!"

After sensing it with his mind, Ye Zichen's gaze locked onto a obese man in a dark golden long robe with small eyes. He held a fist-sized black metal piece in his hand that had two ancient patterns twisting around it.

After repeatedly sensing with his mind, Ye Zichen confirmed that this piece of black metal was an extraordinary mid-grade saint artifact shard.

"Yin Gui, I want this black metal piece. Name a price!"

After repeatedly appraising it several times, the obese man's small eyes started to shine with a bright light as he asked.

"Thirty low-rank Heaven Crystals!"

The hempen-robed elder raised his eyes slightly and looked at the obese man as he said with a hoarse voice.

"This broken piece of iron is so expensive?"

Heavenly Crystals were extremely rare in the central world. Even if the obese man had an extraordinary status, he would still feel the pinch after taking out thirty low-grade Heavenly Crystals at once.

"Do you think a medium-grade saint artifact fragment is expensive?" The hempen-robed elder asked without a trace of emotion.

"This broken iron piece is a medium-grade saint artifact fragment!"

Many people's eyes lit up when they heard what the hempen-robed elder said. They all stared at the fragment in the obese man's hand.

"Are you going to buy it or not? If you aren't going to buy it, then leave it. Don't waste this old man's time." The hempen-robed elder warned coldly.

"Alright, I'll buy it!"

Although low-grade Heavenly Crystals were rare, a medium-grade saint artifact fragment was also worth a great deal of money. By fusing it into the armor, one could greatly increase the defensive capabilities of the armor.

Finally, he grit his teeth and took out 30 low-grade Heavenly Crystals, exchanging them for this medium-grade saint artifact fragment.

The obese man bought the saint artifact fragment from the hempen-robed elder. Then, a few others picked up their prized treasures and spent a considerable amount to buy them.

"I wonder how much this piece of wood is sold for?"

After the mind devouring simulation time and time again, Ye Zichen asked softly as he locked onto an ancient tree that seemed to be moth-eaten by bugs and was suffused with a faint yin aura. It was as thick as an arm and full of potholes.

"Ten low-grade Heavenly Crystals!" The hempen-robed elder said coldly.

"Can I trade for top grade soul crystals?"

Ye Zichen had killed a Nirvana Realm expert. Although he had gotten some Heavenly Crystals, he had still managed to merge all the Heavenly Crystals into the Sword Spirit Puppet's body. Now, he did not have a single one on him.

"Top grade soul crystals are useless to me, I only want Heavenly Crystals!" The hempen-robed elder spoke without a trace of emotion.

"I'll buy this piece of wood!"

Just as Ye Zichen was about to trade the item for the ancient tree that he was rather interested in, a proud voice rang out. A man wearing a gorgeous robe that exuded a noble aura walked up to Ye Zichen's side and said with an arrogant expression.

"I think I was the one who took a fancy to this log first!" Ye Chenfeng frowned slightly as he looked at the man in the Chinese robe and spoke in a low voice.

"So what?" The Chinese-robed man said disdainfully: "Do you have low rank Heaven Crystals? If you don't have it, then scram far away, don't embarrass yourself here. "

"Although I do not have any low-grade Heavenly Crystals, I do have this item. I wonder if I can trade this piece of wood?" Ye Zichen held back the killing intent in his heart, and with a thought, he brought out the death Mandala that was filled with a dense aura of death from the Cosmic Charm.

"Death Mandala, you actually dare to do this!" The old man's muddy eyes lit up as he stood up on his bamboo chair. He said with slight surprise, "Give me the Death Mandala. This log is yours."

"Thank you!"

Ye Zichen smiled, then gave the Mandala to the hempen-robed elder. Under the angry gaze of the Chinese-robed man, he was able to trade the ancient tree that he was rather interested in.