532: Chapter 532 High-level hunters often make their entrance by scavenging for scraps!

Peng City Loose Cultivator Market.

Rather than a market, it was more like a street that had been forcibly partitioned, chaotic yet vibrant.

On both sides of the several-mile-long street, stalls were jaggedly arranged, squeezing the bluestone path until only a narrow passage remained.

The boiling clamor of voices, the clashing of Magic Treasure Materials, and the red-faced shouting matches over one or two Immortal Stones, mixed with the burnt smell of Medicinal Pills and the stench of sweat, brewed into a thick, scalding medley of the Mortal World.

The appearance of Su Chen's group of four was like a drop of clear oil falling into boiling water, instantly causing a stir.

It couldn't be helped; they were far too out of place.

Su Chen, dressed in white with an ethereal temperament, looked like a banished immortal stepping out of a painting, creating a stark and glaring contrast with the bare-chested, Evil Qi-filled Loose Cultivators around him.

Wherever he passed, the air seemed to become a bit cleaner.

Jian Buping followed half a step behind, dressed in black with a sword, as silent as a block of ten-thousand-year profound ice. The sharp aura he invisibly radiated made any scoundrels attempting to approach instinctively feel a stinging sensation on their skin, causing them to move aside.

Qian Duoduo, with his two-hundred-plus-pound spherical physique, forcibly carved a path through the crowded throng, muttering incessantly while tightly clutching Wang Baobao's wrist.

Wang Baobao's large, dark eyes were now like two high-speed radars, constantly locking onto the shiny, fragrant "food" along the roadside.

"Boss, that Stone Cake looks so crunchy!"

"That's someone's Obsidian used to prop up their stall! You're not allowed to gnaw on it!"

"Then... those golden noodles..."

"Those are immortal gold threads stripped from a Magic Treasure! Even more forbidden!"

Qian Duoduo was about to go crazy.

He felt like he wasn't accompanying his boss on a shopping trip, but rather defusing a fuse next to a self-destructing Immortal Formation. If he wasn't careful, the entire street might be "eaten" by this little ancestor.

Su Chen, however, seemed oblivious to the chaos behind him.

His gaze calmly swept over the stalls on both sides.

To the left, a radiant Heavenly Immortal longsword drew gasps of admiration from the onlookers.

Su Chen's gaze flickered past without pausing for a second.

To the right, the stall owner was boastfully praising a Phoenix egg that radiated a majestic aura of life.

Su Chen didn't stop his pace.

Spirit ores, Immortal Plants, incomplete Cultivation Technique manuals...

Those treasures, enough to drive ordinary Cultivators mad, seemed like nothing more than mundane roadside scenery in his eyes.

Without a hint of hesitation, he walked straight through the most prosperous and glamorous area of the market.

...

Meanwhile, in the top-floor secret chamber of the Lingbao Trading Firm.

Xie Jinghong rested her chin on her hand, her soul-stealing fox-like eyes narrowing dangerously into slits.

In the Shadow-retaining Water Screen, Su Chen's handsome face was clearly visible, his indifferent expression making her blood boil.

"Eldest Young Miss, what... what exactly is he trying to do?" the maid Qingluan asked, her tone filled with confusion. "He doesn't even glance at the treasures in the prime sections of the market, but instead keeps heading toward the most dilapidated corners."

Xie Jinghong said nothing.

She tapped her jade-like finger lightly, and the images on the water screen moved along with Su Chen's footsteps.

Playing hard to get?

"Interesting..."

A cold curve formed on Xie Jinghong's red lips.

She wanted to see what this Young Master Su, who possessed "huge sums" and had "rewarded" her with a thousand Immortal Stones, was really up to!

...

In the market.

Qian Duoduo followed behind, his heart sinking as the surroundings grew increasingly dilapidated.

"Boss, that sword just now was really good. A Heavenly Immortal Artifact for only three hundred thousand..."

"Too expensive."

"Then... that stall selling Formation Plates ahead, a set is only fifty thousand and can trap an Earth Immortal!"

"No use for it."

"Then..."

"I said, I'm looking for junk."

Su Chen's tone was calm, as if he were stating a fundamental truth.

His goal had been crystal clear from the very beginning.

Don't buy the right ones, only buy the broken ones.

Don't buy the good ones, only buy the useless ones.

Qian Duoduo's heart was bleeding.

Boss, we're here to hunt for treasures, not to experience picking through garbage!

Su Chen ignored the fat man's internal wailing and stepped firmly into the deepest part of the market.

The light here grew a few shades dimmer.

The orderly stalls vanished, replaced by "ground stalls" spread out haphazardly on ragged cloths.

The fragrance of Medicinal Pills and the spiritual glow of Magic Treasures in the air were gone, replaced only by a heavy smell of rust, mold, and the deathly aura of items whose spirituality had completely vanished.

Scrap Alley.

A junkyard where even the poorest Loose Cultivators wouldn't set foot.

Just then, another surveillance network spread from the shadows buzzed with similarly confused transmissions.

"Captain, the target has entered Scrap Alley."

In a secret room in a dark alley, Han Rui suddenly opened his eyes.

"What is he trying to do? The aura in Scrap Alley is chaotic and the Divine Thought interference is immense. Is he trying to use that to shake off our tracking?"

In the corner, Lin Wan, who was healing her wounds, also raised her charred face, a look of incomprehension flashing in her eyes.

"Doesn't seem like it," the True Immortal Divine Thought responsible for tracking said with a hint of oddity. "He hasn't used any concealment methods. It looks... as if... he's really here to browse these junk stalls."

Han Rui Silence.

Would a mysterious fellow accompanied by a Second-Rank Immortal Body really be so idle as to specifically visit a trash heap?

There must be something fishy when things are so out of the ordinary!

"Watch him closely! Every piece of scrap metal he touches, record it for me!"

...

Su Chen finally stopped.

He stood before a stall piled high with broken weapons and shattered armor and took a deep breath.

The smell, mixed with metallic corrosion and dust, was not unpleasant; instead, it refreshed his spirits.

He looked around at the "industrial waste" scattered all over the ground and the "scrapped parts" that no one cared about.

That's it.

This is the place.

This overwhelming sense of decay, this scene of devastation—this was the main battlefield that belonged solely to Su Chen!

The corners of Su Chen's mouth finally curled up slightly, uncontrollably.

High-end hunters often make their quiet debut in the guise of scavengers.