226: The Abyss of the Dead, a place where you can only enter and never leave.

Ghost Granny lifted her eyelids, her murky gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on Su Lin.

"You destroyed the Ghost Fleet as soon as you arrived. Is this a show of strength for this old woman?"

"It was just in passing."

Su Lin found a seat for himself and sat down, his expression indifferent.

"They were in the way."

"Hmph, arrogant."

"Very well, you've come to me with Hua Shenyou's token. What do you want?"

"I want to buy information."

Su Lin got straight to the point.

"Information regarding Myriad Corpse True Person."

Upon hearing that name, Ghost Granny's movements came to a halt.

The air in the room instantly froze.

"Myriad Corpse True Person?"

Ghost Granny narrowed her eyes, her tone becoming dangerous.

"That is a taboo in these waters. People who ask about him usually don't live long."

"Is that so?"

Luo Ximei took a step forward, Devilish Qi surging around her body.

"Then this venerable one would like to see who exactly won't let us live long."

"A Devil Cultivator?" Ghost Granny glanced at Luo Ximei, a trace of wariness flashing in her eyes.

She could feel that this woman's strength was not below her own.

Moreover... she looked at the others.

This group was not to be trifled with.

"Since you want to know, then this old woman will do you a favor."

After weighing the pros and cons, Ghost Granny spoke slowly.

"Myriad Corpse True Person has indeed been making big moves recently."

He is collecting the corpses of high-stage Cultivators everywhere, supposedly to resurrect some ancient being."

"Where is he now?" Su Lin asked.

"Dead Spirit Abyss."

Ghost Granny pointed toward the north.

"Dead Spirit Abyss?"

Su Lin was in no hurry to get up. Instead, he lightly tapped the armrest of his chair, producing a dull sound.

"That is Myriad Corpse True Person's lair, and also the extreme point where Yin Qi converges in the North Sea Guixu."

Since he has set up a Corpse Refining Array there, it means the place has long been turned into an iron fortress."

Ghost Granny chuckled. "Young man, you are very clear-headed."

Many people rush over the moment they hear their enemy's location, and the result is usually becoming a new corpse there."

"Although I sold you the information, I must give you a warning."

The current Dead Spirit Abyss is a place where you can enter but never leave."

To refine corpses, Myriad Corpse has already sealed off the space for ten thousand miles. Unless you are at Mahayana Stage Perfection or hold an Immortal Artifact that restrains corpse qi, otherwise..."

She gave Su Lin a meaningful look.

"Thanks for the warning," Su Lin said indifferently. "However, we are in no hurry."

"No hurry?"

This time, it was Su Hongling's turn to be anxious behind him.

She slammed her great sword into the ground, making the floor tremble.

"Old Man, why aren't we going? Didn't we just wipe out that Ghost Fleet?"

He's just a guy playing with corpses. We should just rush over and hack him into eighteen pieces!"

"Second Senior Sister, use your brain."

Luo Ximei gave her a frustrated look, her platinum-colored right eye scanning the bustling yet eerie market outside the window.

"This Black Sea Market is built upon the Guixu; it has been consuming endless resources for tens of thousands of years."

If Myriad Corpse True Person wants to refine an immortal corpse, he needs a massive amount of Materials."

Is it possible for him to dig graves all by himself? Impossible."

Su Lin nodded in approval, stood up, and walked to the window.

Outside, the lights of the Black Sea Market emitted a weird, ghastly green glow. Figures flickered on the streets, but there was no mortal bustle; instead, it felt bone-chillingly cold.

"Ximei is right."

Su Lin stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze deep.

"Myriad Corpse True Person is hiding in the Dead Spirit Abyss, but the blood food, resentful souls, and various strange auxiliary Materials he needs must be sent in from the outside."

This Black Sea Market is his logistics supply station, his very lifeblood."

"If we rush in now, we'll not only face his array but also a never-ending tide of corpses."

"So..."

Su Lin turned around to look at his four disciples, a terrifyingly kind smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Before we pull the teeth, we must first drain this tiger of its blood."

"Furthermore, as a gathering place for all sorts of people, this Black Sea Market must have many good things. Since we're already here, wouldn't it be a waste not to look around?"

"Shopping?!"

As soon as those words were uttered, the murderous atmosphere instantly changed.

Su Hongling put her great sword back on her shoulders, her eyes glowing. "Is there food? Are there any of those local specialty roasted sea beasts?"

Chu Weiwei pulled a handful of unknown powder from her sleeve and excitedly licked her lips. "I heard the Black Sea has a kind of Soul-Eroding Mushroom that only grows in piles of dead bodies. I've wanted to get a few for my experiments for a long time!"

Although Mu Qingxue didn't speak, the chill around her body receded slightly. Clearly, she didn't dislike the idea of shopping with her Revered Master.

"Then let's go."

Su Lin nodded to Ghost Granny, tossed down a bag of Top-Grade Spirit Stones as a consultation fee, and led his four disciples out of the Treasure Gathering Tower.

Ghost Granny watched their departing figures, her hand stopping its movement of fiddling with the skull walnuts.

"Cutting off the supplies... this young man has a meticulous mind."

A sharp glint flashed in her murky eyes.

"The sky over this Black Sea Market is probably about to change."

...The streets of the Black Sea Market were less like roads and more like boardwalks paved with the vertebrae of some giant sea beast.

The architectural style on both sides was extremely wild; some shops were carved directly into giant shells, while others were high-rises built from unknown Materials, hung with lanterns emitting an eerie light.

Although Spirit Stones were the common currency here, more often than not, people preferred bartering.

Here, morality and laws were waste paper; strength and the bizarre were the only valid passports.

Su Lin's group walked down the street. They didn't release a terrifying pressure as they had before, but instead restrained their auras, looking like a group of ordinary high-stage Cultivators here to "scavenge for treasures."

Even so, their outstanding appearances and unique temperaments still drew countless prying eyes.

However, most of these gazes only dared to linger for a split second in the shadows before shifting away as if burned.

Because everyone who survived in the Black Sea Market had an instinct.

A man who could walk openly on the street with so many stunning women without being robbed was definitely a tough customer.

"Revered Master, look at that!"

Luo Ximei suddenly stopped and pointed to an inconspicuous small stall by the roadside.

The stall owner was a dwarf wrapped in black cloth. In front of him lay a tattered black cloth with a few scattered items: half a broken sword, a shriveled eyeball, and a black fragment that looked like a scale from some creature.

But none of those were the focus.

The focus was that the black fragment actually emitted an extremely faint but incredibly familiar fluctuation to Luo Ximei.

That was... the aura of a True Immortal Origin! Although it was already extremely thin and almost dissipated, to Luo Ximei, who had fused with an Origin, it was as conspicuous as a candle in the dark night.

"This thing..."

Luo Ximei squatted down, extending her slender finger to touch the fragment.

"Don't touch it."

The dwarf stall owner suddenly spoke, his voice shrill and piercing, like nails scraping a blackboard.

"This thing is very wicked. If you touch it, your hand will rot."

"Rot my hand?"

Luo Ximei let out a light laugh. Not only did she not stop, she directly grabbed the fragment in her hand.

*Sizzle...*

A puff of black smoke rose.

The fragment was indeed coated in a layer of extremely vicious corpse poison, enough to instantly corrode the protective spiritual light of a Body Integration Stage Cultivator.

But on Luo Ximei's hand, black and white Devilish Qi flowed. The corpse poison was like it had met its nemesis, instantly devoured clean.

"A bit interesting."

Luo Ximei played with the fragment, feeling the trace of residual immortal charm within it, then turned to Su Lin and said:

"Revered Master, this is a fragment from the armor of that fallen True Immortal from back then."

Although most of its spirituality has been lost, the material is excellent. If it were reforged, it might be able to upgrade Hong Ling's door-plank sword."

"Really?!"

Upon hearing this, Su Hongling immediately leaned over, her large eyes sparkling.

"For me? Old Fifth, you're actually being so kind?"

"Hmph, I just don't want your sword to break again the next time you fight, embarrassing us," Luo Ximei snorted arrogantly.

"Boss, how much for this?" Su Lin asked.

The dwarf stall owner was stunned, clearly not expecting this delicate-looking female Cultivator to be able to ignore the corpse poison.

His beady eyes darted between the group, and he immediately realized he had encountered major customers.

"Fifty thousand... no, a hundred thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones!" he demanded greedily.

"A hundred thousand?"

Chu Weiwei leaned in, holding a dark green small bottle, looking at the dwarf with a smile.

"Boss, everything on your stall combined isn't even worth ten thousand Spirit Stones. Are you treating us like fat sheep to be slaughtered?"

She lightly shook the bottle, and a cloyingly sweet fragrance wafted out.

"How about I give you an Honest and Obedient Pill, and we talk about the price again?"

When the dwarf smelled that fragrance, his face changed drastically. He waved his hands repeatedly and instinctively shrank back.

"No, no, no! Five thousand! Take it for five thousand!"

He was someone who knew his stuff. Just smelling the toxic gas from that bottle made his Meridians sting. This was a Great Grandmaster of Poison!

Su Lin casually tossed out a Storage Pouch, no longer paying attention to the terrified dwarf, and continued forward with his disciples.

"This place really is a treasure trove," Su Lin said in a low voice.

"Myriad Corpse True Person is collecting the immortal corpse, but it's impossible for him to find all the fragments."

These fragments scattered outside might just be useless scraps to him, but for us, they are a good opportunity to understand the battle from back then, and even that True Immortal."

"Revered Master, do you mean we're going to hunt for hidden gems here?" Mu Qingxue asked.

"Not just hunting for gems."

Su Lin's gaze swept across the dazzling array of shops on both sides of the street.

"We also need to cut off his food supply."

"Do you see that shop?"

Su Lin pointed ahead to a three-story building with a plaque that read "Myriad Spirits Pavilion."

People were constantly entering and leaving, and every one of them carried a thick scent of blood.

"That is the largest material shop in the Black Sea Market," Su Lin explained.

"They specialize in purchasing the essence blood and bones of various high-stage Yao Beasts, and even the Nascent Souls of Cultivators."

Myriad Corpse True Person's Corpse Refining Array needs to consume a massive amount of blood and qi every day. This Myriad Spirits Pavilion is one of his largest suppliers."

"Understood."

Su Hongling grinned, cracking her knuckles.

"So we're going to wreck the place? I'm familiar with this!"

"Crude."

Su Lin gave her a light tap.

"We are civilized people. How can we just go around wrecking places?"

"Then what does Revered Master mean?"

"Buy."

After plundering Jile Pavilion, his current wealth could be said to rival a nation.

"Buy it all out until it's empty."

A faint smile curled on Su Lin's lips.

"Myriad Corpse True Person wants to collect Materials? Fine, I'll make it so he can't even get a single hair."

"As long as it's useful, no matter the price, buy it all."

"And for what we can't buy..."

He glanced at Chu Weiwei.

Chu Weiwei understood immediately, pulling a large bag of powder from her sleeve. "Then we'll add some 'seasoning' and turn it all into waste!"

"Smart."

...Inside Myriad Spirits Pavilion.

The shopkeeper was a pot-bellied fat man with a cultivation at the Early Stage of Body Integration. He was currently entertaining several regular customers with a face full of smiles.

"Everyone, this is the spinal cord of a Deep-sea Blood Dragon that was just delivered. It's still fresh! It's perfect for refining Medicinal Pills to strengthen the body!"

This batch of goods was specifically requested by Senior Myriad Corpse. If you want it, the price..."

Just as he was about to hike up the price, the door was suddenly pushed open.

A group of people with extraordinary bearing walked in.

The man in green leading them didn't even look at the items on the shelves. He walked directly to the counter and tossed out a Top-Grade Storage Ring flashing with brilliant light.

"Shopkeeper."

Su Lin's voice was calm and gentle.

"Pack up all the Materials in your shop that contain blood and qi energy, whether they're from Yao Beasts or... anything else."

"I want them all."

The entire shop instantly fell silent.

The customers who were picking through items stopped what they were doing and looked at Su Lin as if he were a fool.

All of them?

The items in this Myriad Spirits Pavilion combined were worth far more than ten million Spirit Stones.

Is this guy here to cause trouble?

The fat shopkeeper was also stunned, and his expression quickly darkened.

"Young Master, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't just say whatever you want. The goods in my shop are meant for..."

"Not enough?"

Su Lin tossed out another storage ring.

"There are ten million High-Grade Spirit Stones inside."

"If that's still not enough..."

Luo Ximei casually waved her hand. With a series of clattering sounds, a small mountain of various Top-Grade Magic Treasures and rare Ores instantly appeared on the floor.

Those were their spoils from Jile Pavilion and Ghost Market Tower.

"Is this enough?"

The fat shopkeeper's eyes instantly went wide.

Although his cultivation wasn't high, his eye for value was excellent.

This pile of things was worth far more than the total value of all the stock in his shop!

Where did this tycoon come from?!

"Enough! Enough! It's more than enough!"

The fat shopkeeper's attitude instantly became more polite than if he were greeting his own grandson, his fat face smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Quick! Quickly go and bring out all the stock from the warehouse! Pack it up for this Young Master!"

"Wait!"

Just then, a Cultivator wearing a blood-red robe with a sinister face spoke up.

He stared coldly at Su Lin and said in an eerie tone:

"Fellow Daoist, there are rules to follow when doing things."

"Half of the goods in this Myriad Spirits Pavilion were already reserved by our Blood Fiend Sect to be sent to Dead Spirit Abyss as a tribute to Myriad Corpse Old Ancestor."

"By doing this, aren't you showing far too little respect for Myriad Corpse Old Ancestor?"

At the mention of the name "Myriad Corpse Old Ancestor," the surrounding customers' faces changed, and they instinctively took several steps back.

In this Black Sea Market, Myriad Corpse True Person's name was a taboo and the absolute authority.

Even the local powerhouses here wouldn't dare to offend him easily.

Su Lin turned his head to look at the blood-robed Cultivator, his eyes as calm as a deep pool of water.

"Reserved?"

He gave a faint smile.

"Did you pay for it?"