Chapter 25

In the indoor training ground.

Lin Zhonghu stood there, stunned for a long time before he asked, "Dongjian, is Chenfeng really that monstrous? Now I really doubt if he is your nephew. Why are you so cowardly? It's really puzzling."

"How can you talk like that? You're not... Hahaha—" Ye Dongjian turned around to look at Lin Zhonghu, but before he could finish his sentence, he saw the purplish bruises around Lin Zhonghu's eyes and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at? You were hit... Hahaha—" Lin Zhonghu looked up and saw similar purplish bruises around Ye Dongjian's eyes, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing as well.

"What are you laughing at?" Both of them asked at the same time, a sense of foreboding rising in their hearts. They quickly stood in front of the mirror in the indoor training ground, and two "national treasures" (pandas) immediately appeared in the mirror.

"That little rascal Chenfeng, does he even know how to control his strength? Why does he always aim for the eyes?" Ye Dongjian cursed, annoyed. He was the shooting instructor of the elite training camp, and this made it hard for him to show his face in public.

"Damn it, this is really infuriating. Next time, I will definitely fight Ye Chenfeng for three hundred rounds. I, Lin Zhonghu, don't believe I can't beat him." Lin Zhonghu's temper was on par with Ye Dongjian's, both of them being of the explosive type.

At this moment, Ye Chenfeng had already swaggered out of the elite training camp. Since the area around the camp was strictly off-limits to unauthorized personnel, Ye Chenfeng had to walk a long distance before he could hail a taxi.

Looking at the time, it was only three in the afternoon. Ye Chenfeng went directly to the black market herbal market in Tianhai. He had known about this place when he was studying in Tianhai three years ago.

The black market herbal market had all kinds of precious and exotic herbs, some of which couldn't even be found in regular herbal shops. Ye Chenfeng wanted to enhance his strength by soaking his body in a medicinal liquid, but many of the herbs he needed from five hundred years in the future had not yet been discovered in this era. Ye Chenfeng could only try his luck at the black market, and if that didn't work, he would have to go into the deep mountains and forests to search for them.

The herbs he needed might just be considered weeds by others in this era, or they might not even exist. If it was the former, it would be easier to deal with; if it was the latter, Ye Chenfeng would be in a tough spot. If the herbs he needed didn't exist in this era, he would have to rely on training to slowly improve his strength.

The black market herbal market was located in an abandoned factory. Ye Chenfeng got out of the taxi and walked in leisurely. As soon as he stepped in, a strong smell of herbs hit his nose. In his previous life, Ye Chenfeng was quite proficient in the medical field and could even identify herbs by their smell.

The abandoned factory was very large, with various stalls of different sizes. The stalls were spaced about three to four meters apart, and the market was bustling with buyers, indicating that the black market herbal market was doing quite well.

After all, many of the herbs here were rare or even unavailable elsewhere, like thousand-year-old ginseng, thousand-year-old lingzhi, and Tian Shan snow lotus, among others. Of course, there were also many fakes, so buyers had to be proficient in identifying herbs to avoid being cheated.

Ye Chenfeng casually looked at each stall, shaking his head. He found that many of the precious herbs on display were fakes. If someone who didn't know herbs bought them, the stall owners would often charge more than the real thing. In the black market, once a transaction was made, there was no refund, and someone would naturally teach you a lesson if you tried to back out.

It was said that the black market herbal market in Tianhai was backed by a powerful force, otherwise it would have been shut down by the police long ago. To set up a stall here, the annual rent was quite expensive.

After looking at half of the stalls in the black market, Ye Chenfeng still hadn't found the herbs he needed, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed. It seemed that finding the herbs he needed would be very difficult.

"Little brother, do you need thousand-year-old lingzhi? I guarantee it's the real deal." As Ye Chenfeng was deep in thought, a sales pitch sounded in his ear.

Ye Chenfeng looked up and saw a middle-aged stall owner smiling at him, his smile full of warmth.

Ye Chenfeng casually glanced at the thousand-year-old lingzhi on the stall, squatted down, and picked it up to examine it carefully.

Seeing Ye Chenfeng's interest, the middle-aged man kept saying, "Little brother, this is absolutely one hundred percent genuine thousand-year-old lingzhi. If it's fake, I'll take it back. If you want to buy it, I can give you a discount. You're my first customer today."

After examining the so-called thousand-year-old lingzhi for a moment, Ye Chenfeng frowned and shook his head. It was clearly artificially synthesized, but it was much more realistic than the ones he had seen at other stalls. Even an expert might mistake it for the real thing if they weren't careful.

"How about it? Little brother, thousand-year-old lingzhi is a health treasure. You won't find it anywhere else." The middle-aged man enthusiastically promoted.

Ye Chenfeng smiled wryly and said, "You can fool children, but this is clearly a fake. However, the artificial synthesis is quite convincing."

As soon as Ye Chenfeng said this, the three or four customers who had been lingering at the stall immediately got up and left. This made the middle-aged man's face turn extremely ugly, and he hissed, "Little brother, what do you mean? Are you deliberately disrupting my business?"

If it weren't for the black market's strict rule against private violence, the middle-aged man might have already attacked Ye Chenfeng. Fortunately, with this rule in place, if the middle-aged man had chosen to attack, he would probably have been knocked to the ground by now.

"Not interested. You asked if I needed thousand-year-old lingzhi. If I recognized it as a fake, why would I still buy it? Do you really think I'm a fool?" Ye Chenfeng sneered and left the middle-aged man's stall.

The middle-aged man glared at Ye Chenfeng's back, muttering, "What a blind little punk. Wait until you leave the black market, and I'll show you what I can do."

He then took out his phone and made a call.

Ye Chenfeng didn't need to take such a small character seriously. Since he was here, he decided to look at each stall in the black market, even though he didn't have much hope.

"Help! Help! Is there a doctor here? Someone has fainted."

Not far ahead, a crowd had gathered, and loud cries for help occasionally came from the crowd. Out of curiosity, Ye Chenfeng walked over to see what was happening.