Chapter 603 Arrival at the Black Market Port
“Divine Blood? The blood of gods?”
The old man’s words struck everyone’s hearts like a heavy hammer. Anything associated with gods was often powerful and bizarre. The Ancient God Sect was like that, as were the beliefs in some places.
This was also why gods were forbidden in the Dragon Country. High school textbooks in the Dragon Country clearly stated that gods were merely powerful monsters who mastered rules and sought all sorts of benefits in the human world.
Seeing their solemn expressions, the old man became more convinced that they came from the Dragon Country. A glimmer of light appeared in his cloudy eyes, and he said in a low voice:
“Yes, they said it was blood extracted from a god, and it can replace our inferior and humble bloodlines.”
In other countries, the attitude towards gods was either avoidance or respect, not merely surprise like in this country flooded with atheism.
However, he glanced at his old wife again, and the color in his eyes became dim. This “Divine Blood” didn’t seem as wonderful as described.
It was more like a scam.
“But…”
Xiao Guang was shocked by the old man’s words. There wasn’t no way to change bloodlines, but to believe in such a scam, similar to the Ancient God Sect, was too much!
“Who are you!?”
A hoarse female voice suddenly echoed in the room. As the voice sounded, the old woman sat up from her chair, her blood-red eyes staring at Su Jiu like a ferocious beast ready to devour.
Everyone’s gaze shifted. The old man quickly turned to explain, “Aika, this is a doctor. Let her check if there’s a problem with the divine blood in you.”
“Don’t get close to her, she’s very dangerous. Her whole being is in a state of chaos.”
Just as the old man was about to approach the old woman, Su Jiu slightly raised her arm, stopping him. She then looked at the woman’s skin, which was sallow and cracked like dry earth.
“Calm down.”
Putting on a pair of plastic gloves, Su Jiu easily pushed the old woman back into the chair and let out a soft sigh, a blood-red light flashing in her eyes.
“When did she inject the Divine Blood Potion? Her eyes are yellow, her skin is cracked, and her aura is incredibly chaotic.”
She then turned to the old man, needing to confirm a few things.
Seeing Su Jiu’s professional demeanor, the old man didn’t dare to delay. After a moment of thought, he slowly narrated:
“About half a month ago, my wife injected this Divine Blood Potion brought by those Cherry Blossom People. At that time, she had almost no reaction. After all, she had been taking those sellable enhancement potions before injecting the serum…”
“How many enhancement potions did you take before injecting? I hope you tell me truthfully, this is important.”
Interrupting the old man’s narration, Su Jiu’s hand emitted a faint green light and began to form a vortex above the old woman’s head. The vortex was dark green, carrying a slightly cool aura.
“Three, three of them! She’s had three in total so far.”
The old man replied almost as soon as Su Jiu finished speaking. “This was also instructed by the deacon of the Kamishiro Family. A merchant, similar to us, took it before us. After taking six doses of the potion, he was suddenly taken away by the ship’s doctor…”
As he spoke, he looked at his wife again and asked nervously, “Can my wife be treated?”
“Solving this problem isn’t difficult. That ‘Divine Blood’ flowed into her body with her blood, causing rejection. The potion is meant to stabilize the ‘Divine Blood,’ so stopping its intake was the right decision…”
Withdrawing her gaze, Su Jiu looked at the madwoman again and softly instructed. She lightly touched the old woman’s head with her slender finger, and the vortex, carrying a healing aura, rushed towards the old woman.
“Qingmian Technique.”
Under Su Jiu’s mental power control, the old woman stared blankly ahead. Soon, the red color in her eyes began to fade, and she slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep in the chair.
“Looks like fun…”
On Su Jiu’s shoulder, Xiao Yezi watched the scene with a hint of longing in her eyes, harboring the ambition to become a priest.
“That Divine Blood and potion are a great contamination to the human body. I used the Qingmian Technique to dispel the contamination and treated her basic illness. Remember not to take such potions again.”
The old man watched the scene, stunned for a moment. He only reacted after Su Jiu had left the door and spoken. He quickly bowed and thanked the voice that had already reached the corridor.
After dealing with the old man’s matter, Su Jiu gained a clearer understanding of this potion. It was something that violently enhanced the physical body and complemented the “Divine Blood.”
However, if such a thing were to be used in the army, it would be too childish. Su Jiu was more inclined to believe that this was a semi-finished product, which was why the Kamishiro family was even more in need of people to experiment with it.
What was most perplexing was the “Divine Blood” potion. It likely contained the blood of some monster, but why did the melted monster appear so low-grade?
Given the Kamishiro family’s prestigious status in Japan, it wasn’t impossible for them to obtain War God-level blood.
There were probably many more things concealed within this “Divine Blood.”
After this, guided by Xiao Yezi, Su Jiu successively treated other “Divine Blood” patients who could still be saved, and then informed them that they must leave when the ship docked at the Black Market port.
“Attention travelers and classmates in the ship’s cabins, we will now proceed to the world-famous Maritime Black Market. The ship will dock at the port for sixteen to zero (two) ersanfui lm ba ba si ling meng ri, for everyone to tour.”
Not long after Su Jiu returned to her cabin to rest, a male voice with a slight accent sounded, sounding quite cheerful.
“What is the Maritime Black Market? Is there such a behemoth out at sea?”
Listening to the broadcast, Xiao Guang looked out the window with some confusion. She saw the outline of a massive metal base slowly emerging, like the tip of an iceberg. Just the feeling suggested it was no simple matter.
“Daddy, I want to be a priest…”
“If you understand it, you can learn to be a priest.”
Su Jiu sat on the bed, looking sleepy. At Xiao Yezi’s urging, she yawned and handed her a book on what college priests needed to learn.
She then looked at the approaching metal ground being constructed outside, explaining to Xiao Guang, “This black market was built by several War God-level powerhouses, mainly for selling things that cannot be sold openly. I’ll go down and take a look later too.”
“Are the things inside very expensive?”
Xiao Guang swallowed. She had a feeling that even her father might not be considered rich in such a black market.
“It depends on the item. It’s a black market, so if there are expensive things, there will naturally be cheap ones too.”
Su Jiu smiled. Her gaze swept across the metal ground, where she could already vaguely see some vendors setting up stalls and shouting.
For a moment, her drowsiness receded slightly. Besides giving some to Bai Zhi, she still had several high-grade Magic Crystals and a hundred intermediate Magic Crystals left, which could be used to buy supplementary dragon-flavored items for E Huo.
Moreover, she might even encounter the person who taught her the String Moon Swordsmanship in this black market.
…
At a corner in a corridor within the black market.
A figure dressed in black was constantly moving, seemingly evading something. He vanished from his spot, and soon, several figures appeared where he had disappeared. The leader snorted:
“A bunch of good-for-nothings ran away from Him again! Otherwise, we could have sold another top-tier bloodline monster.”
Looking at the auras of several figures, all of them were above Intermediate Battle King. The leader, with a slanted scar on his face and an aura of ferocity emanating from him, even reached the Demigod level auras.
“Steward, there’s a passenger ship belonging to the Kamishiro Family at the dock about to land. Lord Baichuan seems to have a connection with the Kamishiro Family, should we let them pass directly?”
One of his subordinates, as if receiving some information, suddenly cupped his fists and asked.
Upon hearing this, the Scar-faced Steward scolded, “Nonsense! Of course, let them pass! The Kamishiro Family is a major customer. Even those War God-level lords need to treat them with respect.”
“Yes!”
The subordinate quickly nodded and then darted into the sky like a black shadow. The Scar-faced Steward took out his phone, looked at the photo on it, and revealed a satisfied expression.
“With Lord Baichuan’s Demon Mirror, capturing monsters will be easier. Many people will surely be interested.”
On the photo, a white fawn emitting white mist was seen, now caged. A red cloth was draped over it, like a hidden surprise.
