Wu dong Qian Kun: I, Lin Langtian, Refuse to be a Supporting Character

After transforming his demonic puppet, Lin Langtian returned from the mirror’s inner world. Staring at the Golden Spirit Wheel Mirror that now emitted a faint black light, he shook his head, marveling that the mirror turned out to be an artifact of the Exiled Demonic Clan. But he wasn’t deterred. Having chosen this path, he had no intention of stopping halfway. His next objective was clear: in the upcoming Hundred Dynasties War, he would seek the inheritance of the Demonic Elder.

As he stowed the Golden Spirit Wheel Mirror back into his dantian, there was a knock at the door.

”Come in,” Lin Langtian said.

At his word, Elder Lin Tao, the overseer of Blackrock Manor, entered, carrying a ledger.

”Sir Langtian, here’s Blackrock Manor’s monthly report on Purple Spirit Crystals,” Lin Tao said respectfully as he handed him the ledger.

Lin Langtian glanced through it and nodded. ”Elder Lin Tao, from now on, there’s no need to send a portion of the Purple Spirit Crystals to me. The mirror is repaired enough that these crystals won’t be of much further use.”

With that matter settled, Lin Langtian prepared to leave Blackrock Manor, aiming to visit the Grand Wilderness Stele in the Grand Wilderness County. The powerful martial arts within the stele’s space were too alluring to ignore, and he wondered what level of skills he might unlock after being reborn.

Hearing Lin Langtian’s command, Lin Tao simply nodded without asking questions. Since Lin Langtian’s recent victory over a peak Creation-level opponent, his influence within the Lin Clan had surged, and Lin Tao had even joined his faction.

”Oh, Sir Langtian,” Lin Tao added, ”I’ve found out about the black market you were looking for. In half a month, there will be a major underground black market event in Dongyang City, Qingzhou, within the Qing Dynasty. This event is quite famous, and people from various dynasties gather to participate.”

”Dongyang City’s underground black market…” Lin Langtian murmured, his gaze thoughtful. He’d had Lin Tao investigate black markets precisely to find a place to sell the Earth-grade Thunder Mace he’d acquired from Ling Lie. Such a high-grade artifact was worth a considerable sum in any clan, and Lin Langtian intended to trade it for fifty thousand Nirvana Pills.

With his breakthrough to the half-step Nirvana level approaching, he was focused on gathering a total of one hundred thousand Nirvana Pills, and he was still forty thousand short. While an Earth-grade artifact was worth far more, given the rare nature of Nirvana Pills, they often traded above their value, particularly on a black market where items were often questionable in origin.

After getting the needed details from Lin Tao, Lin Langtian complimented him before issuing instructions on how to manage Blackrock Manor during his absence. Then he stepped outside, called for his pet Golden Crow, and set out for the Qing Dynasty.

Qing Dynasty, Qingzhou, Dongyang City.

Lin Langtian strolled through the crowded streets of Dongyang, casually observing the bustling shops. After several days of travel, he had finally reached Qingzhou and located the venue for the underground black market.

After checking his surroundings to ensure he wasn’t being followed, Lin Langtian took out a cloak and placed it over his head and body. Then he brought out his demonic puppet, covering it fully as well, and entered the black market venue.

The puppet would serve as a powerful deterrent, discouraging others from trying to take advantage of him.

Two guards, fierce-looking middle-aged men, stood watch at the entrance to the black market. Lin Langtian sensed they were both at the Creation level. When they saw Lin Langtian, cloaked and accompanied by a formidable puppet exuding a fierce aura, they didn’t dare obstruct him. They simply nodded respectfully and pointed the way, understanding that someone with such an intimidating companion must be well-connected.

Once inside the dark corridor, Lin Langtian bypassed the transaction rooms along the sides and went deeper. After another turn, he found himself in a large underground market bustling with people. Everyone here wore hoods, making it impossible to identify them.

This market, compared to regular trade, offered greater privacy and secrecy, though many items here were of dubious origin. The quality, however, often surpassed that found in official markets.

As he scanned the crowd, Lin Langtian noticed at least six or seven concealed but powerful auras, some as strong as or stronger than Ling Lie had been.

”No wonder this black market is famous across multiple dynasties. Let’s hope the Thunder Mace sells quickly,” he murmured.

With that, he set up his stall in an empty space, spreading out a cloth and placing the Earth-grade Thunder Mace on it. He added a sign pricing it at fifty thousand Nirvana Pills, then pulled his cloak low over his face and waited, letting his puppet stand guard nearby.

The presence of the Thunder Mace, with its unmistakable Earth-grade aura, caught the attention of many, drawing glances of curiosity and desire. After all, in some clans, an Earth-grade artifact could be a family heirloom. However, their greed was tempered by fear as they noticed the menacing figure standing next to Lin Langtian.

Time passed, and while many people paused by his booth, they all balked at the price tag. Nirvana Pills were rare, far more than currency in many dynasties. Just when Lin Langtian was starting to grow impatient, a figure stopped before his stall, shrouded in a hood, and spoke in a raspy, genderless voice.

”Can you give me a better price, boss?”

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