87: Chapter 87 Changes in the Myriad Races Market

The Savage Beasts driven by the Shadow Clan were not difficult to clear out.

Of the seven or eight low-level Savage Beasts, most were Iron-Horned Boars and Armor-Splitting Lizards; only one Savage Bull was slightly troublesome.

Wang Sheng struck the Savage Bull's forehead with a Holy Light Slash; the golden radiance pierced its skull, and its massive body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Murong Xue's spear was like silver lightning, skewering four Armor-Splitting Lizards in three breaths, the golden arc traced by her spear tip acting like a reaper's scythe.

Liu Ruyan returned quickly.

The Phantom Assassin's figure emerged silently from the grass, her eyes, like smoke and mist, carrying a hint of gravity:

"The trail of the driven beasts extends about two miles to the southeast and then disappears.

The method is the same as in the Savage Beast Forest: Shadow Clan crystal fragments were implanted into the Savage Beasts' spiritual meridian nodes and activated remotely.

The traces are very fresh, less than an hour old."

"Someone is watching us," Wang Sheng said in a low voice.

"It's more than that," Liu Ruyan lowered her voice.

"At the spot where the trail vanished, there was a faint trace of spiritual energy left on the ground. It wasn't Shadow Clan energy; it was… Earth element."

Earth element.

Black Stone Tribe.

Wang Sheng said nothing more. He looked up toward the southeast, in the direction of the Myriad Races Market, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Continue forward."

Myriad Races Market.

The largest neutral trading zone in the Central Wasteland Region.

This was Wang Sheng's second time here. The last time, Zhao Mang had attempted to humiliate him publicly in the market.

This time was different.

The Myriad Races Market was situated on a vast open space protected by an ancient formation.

Gray stone pillars marked the boundaries on all four sides; the pillars were three zhang high, their surfaces covered in dense ancient runes.

The runes emitted a faint blue glow, pulsing like breath—the mark of the "Peace Barrier."

Anyone who used force within the market would be suppressed by the formation; the punishment ranged from having their spiritual energy sealed to being executed by the formation itself.

This rule had been enforced in the Central Wasteland Region for untold years, and no tribe had ever dared to challenge it.

The market was bustling with noise.

Human merchants were peddling Savage Beast hides and spiritual herbs, the scent of roasted meat wafted from the Beast Race trading area, and the Elf Race stalls were filled with exquisite spiritual wood utensils and nature-based spiritual herbs.

Occasionally, one could see a traveler or two from the Dragon-Blood Race weaving through the crowd, their dragon horns gleaming with a dark golden light in the sun.

Various scents, sounds, and colors intertwined, like a boiling pot of wild stew—rough, chaotic, and vibrant.

The moment Wang Sheng stepped into the market, Shen Xun'er's words from before their departure surfaced in his mind:

"The Myriad Races Market is the intelligence hub of the Central Wasteland Region. You must carefully observe everyone's expressions and tone of voice.

Who is respectful to whom, who is disdainful of whom—these details are more important than any intelligence report."

He began to observe.

When merchants from small tribes saw people from large tribes, their bodies would subconsciously lean back slightly; that was fear.

Outside the tents of the Chiyan Tribe's trading area hung flame banners, and people came and went in an endless stream.

But no one dared to linger too long before the stalls; that was awe.

The Black Stone Tribe had an exclusive area on the north side of the market, and the surrounding stalls were left half-empty; that was avoidance.

"That is the Chiyan Tribe's trading area," White Deer's golden eyes swept across the market. The Deer Spirit Archer's beast ears twitched slightly, capturing every trace of unusual aura in the air.

"The Black Stone Tribe is in the north. Their chief, Chief Shi Ba, has been coming here often lately, much more frequently than before."

She lowered her voice, her beast ears flattening backward—the instinctive reaction of the Deer Spirit Tribe when sensing a threat.

"Chief Shi Ba's subordinates have a Shadow Clan aura. It's very faint, but my nose doesn't lie."

Heavenly Strategist Shangguan Xuan pushed up her non-existent glasses, her beautiful eyes acting like a precise ruler in the market,

clearly measuring every stall, every banner, and the expressions of every tribal representative.

"Go to the Chiyan Tribe's trading area first," her voice was not loud, but every word carried unquestionable certainty,

"Chief Yan Lie is not there; his daughter, Yan Wuyang, is attending on his behalf. Make contact first to establish trust."

Wang Sheng nodded and led his team through the main thoroughfare of the market.

Then, he noticed something.

The gazes along the way.

Not hostility, not vigilance, but… curiosity.

To be precise, it was curiosity about the women behind him.

Murong Xue walked behind and to the right of Wang Sheng.

She had changed into casual attire. Before setting off, Murong Xue had taken off her eye-catching silver armor and changed into a dark green Savage Beast hide hunting outfit.

The waist-cinching design outlined her fit, upright figure like a drawn sword. The Savage Beast hide belt was of moderate width, cinching her waist perfectly.

Her slender, delicate waist suddenly flared downward, and her hips, wrapped in the hunting outfit, were round and firm, each step carrying a valiant, springy grace.

Her brown ponytail was neatly tied behind her head, revealing her slender neck and exquisite jawline.

The collar of the hunting outfit was slightly open, the curve of her collarbone resembling a shallow crescent moon, her honey-colored skin glowing with a healthy luster in the market sunlight.

The Savage Beast hide belt around her waist cinched her already slender waist even tighter, and the curve of her chest was like a gift carefully wrapped by the Savage Beast hide hunting outfit—

round, full, and perky. Her long, powerful legs were clad in Savage Beast hide boots, each step valiant and sharp.

She was not petite and devilish like Zhao Linger; she was a different kind of beauty—tall, fit, and valiantly heroic,

the kind of queen-like beauty that made all men in the market involuntarily cast glances but not dare to approach.

"What are you looking at?" Murong Xue noticed Wang Sheng's gaze. A hint of imperceptible shyness flashed in her brown eyes but was quickly replaced by her usual valiant demeanor. "Focus on the road."

Her earlobes were slightly hot, but her stride did not hesitate in the slightest.

Heavenly Strategist Shangguan Xuan was behind and to the left. The Heavenly Strategist's deep blue narrow-sleeved robe was capable and sharp, and her beautiful eyes were like a fish in water amidst the crowd,

with a faint smile on her lips—a composure that suggested "everything is under control."

Rainstorm Archer Xiao Yuqing and White Deer were at the rear. The Rainstorm Archer's short, sharp hair and the Deer Spirit Archer's golden beast ears formed a stark contrast—one as sharp as an eagle, the other as agile as a deer.

The men along the way, whether Human, Beast Race, or Elf Race, had their gazes drawn to this group.

It was not because of Wang Sheng's combat power, but because of the four women behind him—valiant, intelligent, sharp, and agile, each one so beautiful it made one's heart tremble.

The tribal men of the Central Wasteland Region realized for the first time that the chief of Guangming Village was surrounded by women, and every single one of them was breathtaking.