Yang Kai never expected that the good place Su Mu said yesterday he would take him to would actually be the Black Wind Forest. Walking through the forest, Yang Kai noticed there was an obvious path here; in such dense woods, if it weren't for frequent traffic, a trail could not possibly have been trampled out.
Are there many people coming and going in the Black Wind Forest? Yang Kai looked around and indeed saw that to be true; not far ahead there were some figures moving in the same direction as them.
"Senior Brother, do you know why we ran into Cheng Shaofeng's group at the edge of the Black Wind Forest that day?" Su Mu walked alongside Yang Kai and asked out of the blue.
Yang Kai's expression shifted; he had a vague suspicion: "Could it be that Cheng Shaofeng and his group are also coming to the Black Wind Forest?"
"That's right; Lingxiao Pavilion, Wind and Rain Tower, and the Blood Battle Gang are not far apart, and this Black Wind Forest is roughly equidistant from the three. Basically, if our three sects' disciples want to enter here, they all have to pass through that four-way intersection."
"What's so attractive about this place? Otherwise, why would you all be rushing here?"
"Hehe." Su Mu chuckled proudly: "Senior Brother, you don't know, but there is a trade market in the Black Wind Forest where disciples of our three sects, and indeed all martial artists from Wumei Town, come to trade. Disciples can exchange useless cultivation materials for useful items, or sell things for gold and silver. This Black Wind Market is quite lively; Senior Brother, you definitely have to come see it."
Li Yuntian also said: "Yeah, Senior Brother, you can often find good things here; last time Su Mu bought a Tianyuan Fruit for ten taels of silver."
"Tianyuan Fruit?" Yang Kai's expression twitched slightly.
"Yeah, it's a low-grade earth-grade spiritual fruit; the seller didn't know its value, so I got a bargain." Su Mu said this with some pride.
A low-grade earth-grade spiritual fruit, if converted to silver, would be worth at least a thousand taels, yet Su Mu bought it for just ten taels—surely that's not a huge bargain?
Yang Kai had truly never heard of this Black Wind Market; having joined Lingxiao Pavilion over three years ago and never made any acquaintances, naturally no one had told him about these things.
Su Mu's group seemed to be regulars here; everyone was quite familiar, and from their conversation Yang Kai picked up several amusing anecdotes, secretly looking forward to the place.
Having cultivated the True Yang Technique, he could find some yang-attribute elixirs there to use, but he was really short on funds. Remembering the bottle of Small Recovery Pill Su Mu gave him yesterday, Yang Kai felt a bit more confident.
The Black Wind Market was somewhat far away, and the group walked and talked.
Yang Kai suddenly asked: "Junior Brother Su, does Lingxiao Pavilion have an eleventh elder?"
He recalled the old man he had seen beside Kunlong Gorge that day; that old man exuded an air of mystery everywhere, really hard to forget.
"Eleventh elder?" Su Mu exclaimed in surprise, "Where would Lingxiao Pavilion get an eleventh elder?"
"Oh, I was just asking casually." Yang Kai understood; when the old man claimed to be an eleventh elder back then, he had been doubtful, and now it seems that identity was indeed fake. Though the old man was kind-hearted and meant him no harm, Yang Kai naturally didn't want to dig deeper, lest he invite dislike.
Li Yuntian laughed: "Senior Brother Yang, you spend all day cultivating, so you're probably not familiar with Lingxiao Pavilion's situation; there are only five elders in the sect, indeed no eleventh elder."