Chapter 20

When Zhao Yun awoke again, the sky was already bright. His head buzzed, and his feet felt like they were treading on sponge, swaying unsteadily as he tried to walk.

Once he regained his composure, he glanced at the Moon Goddess. She seemed quite at ease, reclining on the moon with one hand supporting her cheek, eyes closed in rest.

"Is it really good to be so mischievous?"

Zhao Yun did not speak, but his expression clearly conveyed this thought, his face particularly dark.

Today, the armory was still bustling with customers. Even without an 80% discount, it was still crowded with people.

His arrival drew the attention of the customers. It seemed that ever since Zhao Yun became the manager of the armory, the quality of the weapons had steadily improved.

At this moment, Zhao Yun's demeanor and aura were extremely restrained; at first glance, he didn't seem like a waste of space at all.

"Everyone, feel free to choose."

Zhao Yun smiled, but he still had to say the usual words.

"Master Zhao, you're here."

Just as he steadied himself, a man ran over. Upon closer inspection, it was the bearded man from yesterday who had exchanged his knife for one from the Zhao family.

"Did you find any weapons?"

"Quite a few."

The bearded man pulled Zhao Yun out, and without needing to say anything, Zhao Yun saw that a cart was tied outside the armory, filled with weapons of all kinds, from low to high grade. These were the results of his day's efforts, and he had brought them to Zhao Yun early in the morning.

"Is it enough?"

"Not enough."

Zhao Yun said this, and then casually handed over a silver note, the price for the cart of weapons. He could estimate the value at a glance, and the amount of silver he gave was neither too much nor too little.

"Master Zhao is generous."

The bearded man laughed and quickly accepted it, without haggling. Both understood the price, and it even exceeded his expectations. After a quick calculation, he had made a net profit of five taels. This was indeed a path to wealth.

"I don't even know your name, brother."

Zhao Yun smiled and casually picked up a wine flask.

"Rumao." The bearded man grinned.

"Good name." Zhao Yun's lips twitched.

"Just a name."

"In that case, continue looking for weapons. The more, the better. The Zhao family always offers fair prices."

"Got it!"

Rumao waved his hand, jumped onto the cart, and then whipped the reins, continuing to collect weapons.

Meanwhile, Yang Da and Wu Er had come out to help move the weapons, their hearts filled with doubt, unsure why the young master was buying so many low-grade weapons.

Soon after, more carts arrived, each loaded with weapons, all destined for the Zhao family armory. Everyone knew there was profit to be made, and the efficiency was high, with everyone working hard.

"Selling weapons to buy weapons, interesting." The people on the street glanced sideways, unsure of the strategy.

Zhao Yun welcomed all comers.

The more ready-made weapons, the better. Once he had the time, he would refine each one, and when he brought them out again, they would all be top-quality weapons.

After receiving the weapons, Zhao Yun sat behind the counter, holding a ledger, looking very professional. In reality, he was secretly contemplating the Wind God Steps, his talent extremely high, never forgetting to ponder even in the midst of business.

"Did you hear? The Night Lone Wolf struck again last night. The Liu family bank, the Wang family pharmacy, and the Zhao family pawnshop all lost valuables."

"You just woke up? It's already all over town."

"That guy has some nerve."

There were many customers, and much discussion. While selecting weapons, they would gather and chatter, occasionally glancing at Zhao Yun. The Zhao family pawnshop was right across the street, and the Night Lone Wolf seemed to be acting as if nothing had happened. After all, it was a Zhao family business, and he had once been the young master of the Zhao family!

If they knew that the young master of the Zhao family was the Night Lone Wolf, their expressions would surely be shocked.

"Watch the shop, I'm going for a walk."

After finishing the formalities, Zhao Yun gave this instruction and left the armory, finding a small alley, donning a black robe, and heading straight for the black market in the southern part of the city.

Some things needed to be fenced, such as property deeds and land deeds. The black market in Wugucheng was the best place for this, and he might even find a few treasures.

"The Zhao family pawnshop and the Wang family pharmacy being robbed, I can understand, but the Liu family bank being stolen? The Night Lone Wolf must be incredibly skilled. The bank has tight security and many mechanisms. How did he get in? Did he fly in?"

"That's why he's called a great thief."

"See that? The reward for his capture has been increased to 5,000 taels. Whoever catches him gets rich."

At tea stalls and taverns, there was much discussion, mostly about the Night Lone Wolf, overshadowing even the Zhao family armory.

Zhao Yun remained silent, listening as he walked, occasionally glancing at the walls of the street.

Every major street had notices, covering the entire Wugucheng, all wanted notices for the Night Lone Wolf, with the reward extremely eye-catching.

Moreover, the streets were not peaceful, with more armed constables, their eyes sharp, making a fuss wherever they went, and suspecting everyone of being a thief. As they walked, they questioned everyone.

It made sense, with the three major families applying pressure. The Liu family, in particular, had lost a lot of money, and with the relationship to the Heavenly Sect, even the city lord was wary.

At the end of the street, as Zhao Yun passed the Wang family shop, he casually glanced at it. As expected, the shop was temporarily closed, with most of the high-quality herbs and medicines swept away.

The same was true for the Liu family bank, which was also closed, with many martial cultivators dispatched to investigate. Losing so much money had infuriated Liu Cangkong, who had issued a death order to capture the Night Lone Wolf, dead or alive.

Zhao Yun sneered. This was just the beginning. Whether it was the Liu family or the Wang family, he wouldn't stop until they were bankrupt, especially the Liu family. He would make them suffer, and he wanted a blood price.

By the time he reached the black market in the southern part of the city, Zhao Yun had already arrived.

The black market, as the name suggests, was a place for illegal transactions. Anything could be fenced here, though the prices would be slightly lower than on the market.

Therefore, the black market was a mix of all sorts of people, with the major families and even the city lord of Wugucheng involved.

But Zhao Yun knew that the people in the black market were not just from Wugucheng. Many were from hidden families outside, each with deep backgrounds. Without some connections, it was hard to establish oneself in the black market.

Because of this, anything illegal that entered the black market would disappear like a stone in the sea.

This was something that even the major families and the government couldn't investigate, or dared to investigate, as they might uncover something too big to handle.

Zhao Yun walked through, looking left and right.

The black market was vast, almost occupying the entire southern part of the city, with shops and pavilions scattered throughout. On both sides of the street, there were many stalls, selling ceramics, jade, weapons, herbs, secret manuals, and antiques.

The shop owners and stall owners were not ordinary people. An old man with yellow teeth might be a Xuan Yang realm martial cultivator.

One cannot judge a book by its cover.

This was well demonstrated here.

"Feels so oppressive."

Zhao Yun muttered. He had been to the black market before, and this time was no different.

Since it was illegal.

Since it was a mix of all sorts of people.

Compared to the outside, there was an invisible aura of menace here. Any person picked at random might be a seasoned killer.

"Xiu'er, do you have any treasures?"

Zhao Yun called out to the Moon Goddess.

The Moon Goddess ignored him. Do you think treasures are cabbages?

Zhao Yun coughed and continued walking.

He stopped in front of a shop.

Wealth Tower.

This was the name of the shop. It was not large or particularly noticeable, but it had a mysterious background. His father had told him that even the city lord of Wugucheng would not dare to act rashly here, mainly because it was backed by a major family.

Zhao Yun glanced at it and stepped inside.

The shopkeeper of Wealth Tower was an elderly man with white hair, dressed in rough linen, his appearance neither kind nor subtle. When Zhao Yun entered, the old man was reading an ancient book, his every move exuding an aura of refinement.

"Earth Concealment Realm."

The Moon Goddess spoke softly, meaning that he should be cautious and not cause trouble.

"Is this my first day out?"

Zhao Yun said, already looking around the shop. The shelves were old, with a few items on display, all covered in dust.

It made sense. This place wasn't for selling goods but for fencing stolen items, mainly for buying things.

Finally, he looked at the old man in the linen robe, who was truly calm and composed. This unassuming old man was actually an Earth Concealment Realm martial cultivator. The black market in Wugucheng was truly a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers!

"Selling treasures?"

The old man continued reading the ancient book, not even glancing at Zhao Yun.

The old man was direct, so Zhao Yun was straightforward as well, taking out the property deeds and land deeds, about a dozen in total.

The old man glanced at them, his old eyes flashing with interest, and then finally looked at Zhao Yun.

He had seen many property deeds and land deeds, but the ones Zhao Yun had were from the Liu family bank, which had been robbed.

This was not a secret.

The Liu family had already listed the stolen items, including gold bricks, property deeds, and land deeds, in a clear and detailed list.

And this list was in the hands of anyone with some background.

He had one as well.

For example, the land deed of the Zhou family in the northern part of the city was on this list, and among the land deeds Zhao Yun had just taken out, there was one from the Zhou family.

This made him surprised, and he looked at the black-robed Zhao Yun with a different eye.

Could this be the Night Lone Wolf? Not bad, even he, an Earth Concealment Realm cultivator, couldn't enter the Liu family bank without causing a stir, but this guy managed to do it.

This alone was worthy of the title of great thief, daring to fence stolen goods in the black market of Wugucheng, with quite a bit of nerve!

Doesn't he know that the three major families, the government, and many martial cultivators are looking for him all over the place?

However, this was just his personal guess. Whether Zhao Yun was the Night Lone Wolf was still uncertain.

It could be that the black market people had fenced the goods from the Night Lone Wolf, and then resold them here, possibly after several hands.

This made it extremely difficult to trace.

Such things were common in the black market.

"Is there more? You can bring it all out."

The old man put down the book and continued reading, the Liu family bank had lost more than just these deeds, and he would buy them all, with plenty of money.

As for Zhao Yun's identity, he didn't care. He just bought, and it didn't matter who sold, which was an unwritten rule of the black market.

Zhao Yun hesitated for a moment and then took out everything.

The old man glanced at it and held up five fingers, no need for words, experts understood.

Zhao Yun didn't speak, but held up an "eight" gesture. Fencing in the black market shouldn't be too unfair.

Then, the two of them began to negotiate, using hand gestures without speaking.

"Deal."

Once the price was agreed upon, Zhao Yun nodded, the first time he had spoken since entering Wealth Tower.

The old man took the deeds and handed over several silver notes, a large amount.

Indeed, Wealth Tower was not simple, backed by a major family and a powerful force, with plenty of money.

Zhao Yun took the money and turned to leave.

"Interesting."

The old man in the linen robe muttered, his eyes deep as he watched Zhao Yun's back. After doing black market business for so many years, this was the biggest deal he had ever made.

Unfortunately, he never saw Zhao Yun's true face. The black robe Zhao Yun wore was not ordinary, made of special threads, even an Earth Concealment Realm cultivator couldn't see through it, and he didn't bother to try.

In the black market, no one pried into others' backgrounds.