66: Chapter 66 The Immortal Realm's "Purchase Agent" Team and the Inflated Immortal Artifact Market
Immortal Realm, Tianmen Forbidden Ground.
This place should have been a solemn location, pure and holy, filled with auspicious energy.
Right now, the style was twisted to the extreme.
The massive Abyssal Lord buttocks blocking the Tianmen tightly were pulsating rhythmically.
With every pulse, a rich, inseparable, and fatally tempting "spicy strips" aroma drilled madly through the cracks of the gate.
"Slurp..."
The Golden Armored God General in charge of guarding the Tianmen wiped the Immortal Dew from the corner of his mouth for the 301st time—he insisted it was Immortal Dew, not drool.
"This life is unlivable!"
He slammed his spear onto the ground, the force causing the sea of clouds to churn, his tone filled with grief and indignation.
"I am a dignified Golden Immortal, having practiced fasting for ten thousand years, why would I be tempted by mere turbid Qi from the Lower Realm to the point of shaking my Dao Heart?!"
"My Dao Heart... My Dao Heart is about to crack!"
He was not an isolated case.
The Immortal Army camp stationed across the entire Tianmen defense line was currently filled with an indescribable restlessness.
When the Immortals meditated, their minds were filled with that overbearing fragrance.
When the Immortal officials practiced Alchemy, they would unconsciously turn up the heat, as if trying to refine that charred aroma.
The precious nectar and jade liquid they usually treasured were now, when drunk, as bland as dishwater from the end of the Tianhe.
That taste was like an invisible giant hand, tightly gripping their taste buds that had been dormant for thousands of years, then rubbing and teasing them with all its might.
...
In a corner of the Tianmen, behind a hidden layer of clouds.
Three figures were crouching together furtively, and as their eyes met, a top-secret plan concerning "Immortal dignity" and "gluttony" was brewing.
"Brother Qingyun, is this method of yours... truly feasible?"
The speaker was a young man in colorful feather robes, the Young Sect Master of the Immortal Realm's Beast Taming Sect, who lived for a good delicacy.
The blue-robed Sword Cultivator called "Qingyun" lowered his voice, his eyes burning as he stared at the massive Abyssal Lord buttocks.
"I have been observing for three days!"
"That Abyssal Lord, every half an hour, will... contract violently due to some kind of stimulation from the Lower Realm."
"At that very moment, the crack in the gate will widen by three inches!"
"As long as the three of us cast 'Shrinking Ground to an Inch' and the 'Mosquito Transformation Secret Art' simultaneously, we can squeeze through at that instant!"
The third, plump Immortal, a True Disciple of the Dan Ding Pavilion, swallowed his saliva nervously, clutching a Universe Bag tightly in his hand.
"But... descending to the Lower Realm without permission is a heinous crime! What if the Heavenly Punishment Inspector notices..."
"Heavenly Punishment?"
Qingyun let out a snort full of mockery.
"Are you blind? Didn't you see that the Heavenly Punishment Lord, that old man, has already been beaten into a door knocker by that fierce person from the Lower Realm, and is currently nailed to the door panel to air-dry!"
"Now, who else can manage us?"
He paused, his voice full of temptation.
"Besides, don't you want to... taste the source of that flavor yourself?"
This sentence, like a bolt of heavenly thunder, instantly shattered the last shred of their reason.
In the pupils of the three, a flame named "desire" ignited simultaneously.
"Let's risk it!"
"For the sake of food! No, for the sake of a perfect Dao Heart!"
"Action!"
...
A quarter of an hour later.
The night shift handover time at the Heavenly River Sword Sect's "Meat Processing Plant".
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Three streaks of light, so faint they were almost negligible, fell down thrillingly along the edge of the massive "red piston" in the sky.
Plop.
The three landed with extreme precision in the "Waste Processing Area" of the processing plant.
"Cough, cough... Is this... the Lower Realm?"
Qingyun climbed up from a pile of shattered Abyssal Lord bones, covered in dirt, and the first thing he did was take a deep breath with all his might.
Boom!
That fatal aura, which was just a "fragrance" in the Immortal Realm, now turned into a torrent so rich it was almost tangible, instantly breaking through all his mental defenses!
"This is the taste!"
Qingyun was trembling with excitement, and two lines of clear tears flowed down uncontrollably.
"It's too fragrant! How can this be turbid Qi! This is clearly the fragrance of the Great Dao!"
However, before they could express more emotion.
"Who is that?! Illegal entry?!"
A cold, sharp shout suddenly rang out.
In the next second, dozens of dazzling bright lights (Shadow Sect special-made Spirit Breaking Flashlights) instantly locked onto them, and the Spirit Sealing Runes contained in the beams made the Immortal power in their bodies stagnate.
Lei Wanjun led a team of well-equipped security guards to surround the three.
Those security guards, each with green faces and fangs, bulging muscles, were surprisingly fierce Abyssal monsters!
"Audacious!"
The Young Sect Master of the Beast Taming Sect subconsciously put on the airs of an Upper Realm Immortal, Immortal power surging in his body.
"I am an Immortal from the Upper Realm! Now that you mortals have seen this seat, why don't you kneel down quickly?!"
This shout, if it had been in the past, would have been enough to deter one side.
But now...
Lei Wanjun flipped open the "Heavenly River Sword Sect Public Security Management Punishment Regulations (Abyssal Lord Supplement Edition)" in his hand with a blank expression.
"Illegal border crossing, threatening security personnel, extremely bad attitude."
"Someone."
He closed the notebook coldly.
"Drag that noisy one away, send him to the 'Ten Times Gravity Meditation Room', and let him sober up on what it means to 'do as the locals do'."
"Yes!"
Two huge Abyssal Ogres (certified security guards) grinned and activated the Spirit Sealing electric batons in their hands.
"You dare?! I am..." Ahhhhhh—!!!
Crackle!
Blinding blue electric arcs exploded, and the high-and-mighty second-generation Immortal was electrocuted until his whole body twitched, foaming at the mouth, and was dragged into the darkness like a dead dog.
The remaining Qingyun and the fat Immortal were instantly petrified, and then chose to be honest with extreme decisiveness.
This Lower Realm...
How is it more brutal than the Immortal Realm dungeon?!
...
Half an hour later.
Scripture Pavilion, second floor.
Li Mo leaned leisurely on the sofa, tearing open a bag of freshly baked "Supreme Abyssal Lord spicy strips", and looked at the two "smugglers" who were shaking like chaff with interest.
"So, you risked violating the Heavenly Law to come down..."
"Just to find something to eat?"
Li Mo pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, the gaze behind the lenses carrying a hint of playfulness.
"Yes... yes."
Qingyun no longer had any Immortal style, his entire attention was sucked by the spicy strips covered in red oil and crystal clear in Li Mo's fingers, his Adam's apple rolling up and down so fast it almost created a Residual Shadow.
"Great Immortal... no, Great King! Boss! As long as you can reward us with a bite, we... we are willing to pay any price!"
"Price?"
Li Mo smiled.
He slowly dangled the spicy strips in front of the two, the rich aroma like a small brush, repeatedly scratching their Souls.
"This thing is not simple."
"It uses the core spine meat of an Abyssal Lord level Demon God, purified of its demonic nature by three thousand scrolls of Vast Righteous Qi, and then fried with the divine oil inside the skull of an ancient god."
"Each one contains fragments of the three thousand Great Dao Laws (actually Abyssal Lord bone fragments)."
"One bite, refreshes the mind; two bites, improves magic power; three bites, immediate Ascension."
Li Mo narrowed his eyes.
"What will you exchange it with?"
Qingyun and the fat Immortal looked at each other, full of embarrassment.
Although they were second-generation Immortals, they had descended too hastily, and apart from a few Lifebound Treasures, they had not brought any hard currency like Immortal Stones.
"This..."
Qingyun gritted his teeth and took out a small sword glowing with colorful light from his bosom, the sword surrounded by Immortal Qi.
"This is a Low Grade Immortal Artifact 'Flowing Cloud Sword'! It cuts iron like mud and contains a trace of Wind and Thunder Law!"
Li Mo took it casually, without even looking at it, and threw it directly to the metal slime Xiao Hei next to him.
"Snap."
Xiao Hei transformed into a precision hydraulic clamp and closed it gently.
Ding.
The Immortal sword broke instantly.
"Quality is average." Li Mo shook his head, "Too brittle, the toughness is not as good as our spicy strips."
Qingyun's face twitched violently, that was an Immortal Artifact!
"Here, we don't talk about grades or Laws."
Li Mo flicked the ash (though there was no cigarette).
"We only talk about 'gold content' and 'practicality'."
"However, considering you are the first batch of 'cross-world friends', I will give you a friendly price."
"This broken sword, exchange for ten bags."
"Ten... ten bags?!" The fat Immortal exclaimed, "In the Immortal Realm, this could be exchanged for an Immortal City!"
"Take it or leave it."
Li Mo tore off a small piece of spicy strips, put it in his mouth, and made a crisp, pleasant chewing sound.
"Hmm... fragrant."
"Exchange! I'll exchange!"
The fat Immortal completely collapsed, he tore off the warm jade pendant from his waist, "This is the 'Li Fire Immortal Bead'! Transformed from ten thousand years of fire marrow! I also exchange for ten bags!"
"Deal."
...
One incense stick later.
Qingyun and the fat Immortal, two proud sons of the Immortal Realm, were squatting on the steps at the entrance of the Scripture Pavilion without any image.
Each held a bag of spicy strips, eating until their mouths were oily and their eyes were filled with hot tears.
"Woooo..."
"Is this what it feels like to be alive? I feel like the ten thousand years I spent in the Immortal Realm were lived in vain!"
The two were wolfing down the food while crying loudly, feeling that their entire Immortal Souls had been sublimated like never before.
At this moment, Li Mo walked out leisurely, holding a document that had just been printed.
The heading of the document was—【Tianhe Group · Immortal Realm Regional General Agency Cooperation Agreement】.
"Two, are you satisfied with the meal?"
"Not full! Still want to eat!" The two said in unison, their eyes full of innocent desire.
"If you want to eat, that's easy to handle."
Li Mo handed the contract to them.
"As everyone knows, the Tianmen is temporarily closed, and it is not convenient for me to go up and open up the market personally."
"So, I need a few 'purchasing agents'... oh no, 'regional channel distributors'."
"You are responsible for bringing my spicy strips back to the Immortal Realm to sell."
"You set the price yourselves, I only accept Immortal Artifacts, Immortal Pills, high-level Cultivation Techniques, or other valuable intelligence as payment."
The corners of Li Mo's mouth hooked into a devilish smile.
"For every 100 bags of sales completed, I will personally reward you with one bag of 'Chairman's Special Edition' (added with Abyssal hallucinogenic mushroom powder)."
"Do it, or not?"
The eyes of Qingyun and the fat Immortal instantly lit up like two suns.
Is this working? This is clearly a sky-high wealth! This is a Supreme Opportunity!
With the magic of these spicy strips, who in the current Immortal Realm can resist? This is simply a monopoly! This is a business where you can make a fortune just by lying down!
"Do it! Must do it!"
Qingyun snatched the contract, too lazy to even look at the content, directly bit his fingertip, and pressed his Immortal blood handprint.
"From today on! I am the Honorary Manager of the First District of the Tianhe Group in the Immortal Realm!"
"I am the Second District!" The fat Immortal was afraid of falling behind, and hurriedly pressed his handprint too.
Li Mo took back the contract with satisfaction.
"Very good."
"Minister Lei, load the goods for our two new colleagues."
"Remember, use the highest-grade packaging box, stamp it with gold, and print 'The Ultimate Gift from the Lower Realm · sinew of god' on it."
"Also, when sending them up, keep the movement small."
"Don't disturb our new door knocker (Heavenly Punishment)."
...
The next day.
A shocking rumor spread like a plague in the Immortal Realm black market.
There is a mysterious forbidden delicacy from the Lower Realm, named— "sinew of god".
It is said that one bite can enlighten the Great Dao, and one bag can perfect the Dao Heart.
Its price was instantly hyped to an incredible height.
A Low Grade Immortal Artifact can only be exchanged for one piece.
A Nine-Turn Golden Core can barely be exchanged for one bag.
Even so, it was still priceless, and countless old monsters who had been in seclusion for ten thousand years were alarmed, starting to frantically search their boxes and cabinets, selling ancestral property, just to seek that Soul-stirring taste.
And at the Heavenly River Sword Sect.
Li Mo looked at the mountains of Immortal Artifacts and Immortal Pills in the warehouse that were treated as scrap metal and sugar beans, and sighed helplessly.
"Sigh, this is the inflation brought by cross-world trade."
"It seems that the group needs to set up another 'Immortal Realm Antique and Waste Recycling and Reuse' department."
"Specifically to deal with these... not-so-valuable Immortal treasures."