The Invincible Supreme Medical God
Chapter 452 - 300 Dragon Army Mission_2

Chapter 452: Chapter 300 Dragon Army Mission_2

Yan Xiaobao ran down the stairs, slipped through the back door unnoticed, and slowly made his way through the alley, turning towards the main street.

Yan Xiaobao’s plan was simple—he wanted to explore the city and see if he could stumble across treasures. Finding his way back to the Mercenary Guild didn’t need to be rigid; the young man boldly strode onto the bustling road.

He clearly garnered a lot of attention. Children pointed at his hair, their mouths busy asking their mothers about the beautiful Angel walking among them. This led to their parents’ awkward blushes, hastily apologizing to others around them.

Most citizens mistook Yan Xiaobao for being part Demon Beast, which explained his striking yet distinctive appearance. Xu Yue, however, didn’t seem bothered by the brief glance she gave him before he wandered into the first market he encountered, a cheerful smile lighting his face.

All the markets were fenced off; entry was impossible unless one passed through gates guarded by sentries. Some of these markets required payment for entry, while others were free—it all depended on the goods exhibited inside.

At first, Yan Xiaobao believed the markets were owned by families, similar to those in Liluo City, closely protected. But he soon realized they were not owned by families, but by guilds.

A market specializing in medicinal herbs and drugs was owned by the Medicine Association, sometimes referred to by an alternate name known to locals.

Another market sold valuable ores and metals, clearly under the ownership of the Mining Association. Across the street, another market displayed tools, weapons, armor, and other goods created by Blacksmiths.

There were markets selling all varieties of meat, as well as markets offering fabrics and clothing. Everything conceivable was laid out before him, and walking past market after market, Yan Xiaobao felt like an exuberant child.

However, his excitement quickly waned as the wares he saw all seemed mediocre. The herbs were of good quality, but flowers weren’t what he needed at the moment. The metals were interesting but commonplace—they lacked anything especially rare.

With a sigh, Yan Xiaobao moved from one market to another until he finally arrived at a much smaller market compared to all the others. Unlike the other markets, this one had no guards, poorly maintained fences, and stalls made not of wood but simple blankets laid on the ground where citizens presented their goods to passersby.

His interest was immediately piqued upon seeing various antique heirlooms mixed with shattered Demon Cores and old Memory Stones. As he stepped into the market, Yan Xiaobao suddenly felt as if he’d entered an entirely different world.

Unlike the guild-run markets, this place was neglected, brimming with poverty-stricken residents—some selling items, others begging for coins or food. Scraps of all forms filled the area, assisting them in daily survival within the city.

Yan Xiaobao walked from stall to stall, casually observing random items here and there—jewelry, Memory Stones containing Martial Arts Skills, and others with unknown artifacts.

After inspecting half the dilapidated market, Yan Xiaobao came across an array of unfamiliar objects, none of which stood out to him—until he spotted a larger stall.

Stopping there, his eyes were drawn to a pile of scrolls and old books. Whenever he encountered ancient documents, his interest was naturally sparked, as they might contain information that could assist his search for the Dark Era and its buried sins.

Picking up a book, dust puffed into the air from its surface. The moment one of them was opened, it released a faintly musty scent—some pages damaged from years of use.

"These books," Yan Xiaobao said, looking at the vendor, "how much do you want for these books and scrolls?"

The vendor squinted slightly at the young man dressed in fine clothes, contemplating whether to be greedy. Meanwhile, Yan Xiaobao did nothing but patiently wait beside him.

Finally, the elderly man made up his mind, raising his wrinkled hand to indicate five Demon Coins. He inwardly felt as if he’d asked for an exorbitant sum, considering the books were worn from years of use and the scrolls barely legible.

Looking further over the stall, Yan Xiaobao’s gaze briefly landed on a large chunk of black stone that seemed to have been mined long ago. After staring at it for a moment, he decided against buying it.

’You fool!’ Lan Feng’s voice suddenly burst into the young white-haired man’s mind, catching him completely off guard, as he hadn’t heard from the Phoenix in weeks.

"Why am I a fool?" Yan Xiaobao retorted indignantly, feeling unfairly accused. All he’d done was disregard an unassuming chunk of stone.

"That stone is the purest Memory Stone I’ve ever seen! You must buy it!" Lan Feng’s voice was firm and striking, leaving almost no room for debate.

"What use do I have for a Memory Stone?" Despite Lan Feng’s commanding tone, Yan Xiaobao had known him long enough to grow accustomed to the bird’s overbearing nature. The demand felt too abrupt and selfish for the young man to agree without question.

During their time ensnared by illusions, Lan Feng had left Yan Xiaobao alone. When they faced danger from the Horned Snake, he hadn’t shown up, nor had he said anything about Zhou Long. Instead, he busied himself nurturing Wu Wei. So now, when the white-haired youth was about to make a purchase, Lan Feng suddenly voiced his opinion. What made the Phoenix believe Yan Xiaobao was inclined to listen now?

"You can refine it into any type of stone you need!" Lan Feng argued, entirely oblivious to the resentment brewing in Yan Xiaobao’s heart.

’Oh, look!’ The Phoenix continued to ignore the emotions he sensed from Yan Xiaobao. "There’s a treasure among the items under training—it will greatly enhance your cultivation!" The bird pointed at another stone from the same stall.

"Oh, that one? That must also be a treasure," Lan Feng pressed on, gesturing without acknowledging Yan Xiaobao’s opinions.

"That should be a treasure?" Yan Xiaobao scoffed as he surveyed the items. The vendor, bewildered by the strange array of expressions appearing on the young man’s face, dared not shoo away the customer. The finely dressed youth seemed eccentric—perhaps even slightly deranged—but wealthy and willing to spend.

Ignoring the expressions on his own face, Yan Xiaobao continued his mental dialogue with Lan Feng.

"I’ve never seen anything like this before," Lan Feng explained. "The uniqueness alone makes it a treasure."

"What nonsense," Yan Xiaobao replied, inspecting the object while infusing his spiritual energy, only to discover nothing happened. The item was nothing but a small round metal sphere—just a piece of metal. "Since when can treasures be sensed? Do you think you’re a chicken laying golden eggs? Dream on—you’re just a Phoenix, good for nothing but setting things ablaze and complaining."

"I’m being serious here!" Lan Feng insisted. "But if you want to forgo unparalleled wealth, that’s your problem."

Yan Xiaobao exhaled deeply, recognizing that Lan Feng had a point. Even if the sphere had the slightest chance of being a treasure, it was worth buying since the price was bound to be affordable.

In the end, the scrolls and books were no longer the only items the white-haired boy purchased. He also acquired the stone and the metal sphere, paying five Demon Cores.

The transaction marked only the beginning. Far from over, Yan Xiaobao found himself retreating to a quiet, shadowy alley, sitting down while finally allowing his emotions to surface—his frustration with Lan Feng blossomed freely.

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