Adorably Cute Baby: Mommy's Going Against the Heavens

Chapter 215 The Sheep That Stumbled into a Pack of Wolves

Two men in black stood at the entrance of the alley, their sharp eyes scanning the passersby.

As Shen Yunxi and Di Xuanshang reached the alley entrance, one of the men in black stopped them. "Gentlemen, do you have invitations?"

An invitation? Shen Yunxi was taken aback. What invitation did she have?

"This is our first time here, and we didn't know we needed an invitation," Shen Yunxi said truthfully.

The man in black looked them up and down, his tone somewhat disdainful, "If you don't have an invitation, then pay an entrance fee of one hundred spirit stones."

Shen Yunxi readily gave it to them, and then a masked maid dressed in black led them inside.

After walking up a long stone staircase, the view suddenly opened up before me.

The alleyway is a hidden gem, with a cacophony of noise that contrasts sharply with the tranquility of the entrance.

This is the famous underground trading market of Zhiyang City.

Various shouts and bargaining sounds rose and fell, mixed with the strong smell of sweat and perfume, stimulating Shen Yunxi's senses.

After leading them to the center of the trading market, the masked maid bowed slightly and said, "May you two distinguished guests find what you desire."

After saying that, he quietly disappeared into the crowd.

This underground trading market covers a vast area, roughly estimated to be several times larger than the Fumanlou building above ground.

Various stalls lined up one after another, divided into different areas: the Soul Weapon Area, the Pill Area, the Spirit Plant Area, and even a hidden slave trading area. An indescribable restlessness and desire permeated the air.

Most of the people coming and going were burly mercenaries, dressed in rough animal skin clothes and carrying all sorts of weapons at their waists; they were clearly not good people.

The appearance of Shen Yunxi and Di Xuanshang was like two sheep that had strayed into a pack of wolves, instantly attracting countless greedy eyes.

Di Xuanshang wore a mask, obscuring his face, but the icy aura emanating from him made people hesitant to approach him.

Shen Yunxi, dressed in pure white with a veil covering her face, exuded a mysterious allure that stirred the desires of many mercenaries. Yet, wary of Di Xuanshang, they could only cast lewd glances from afar and whisper amongst themselves.

"Tsk tsk, this little wench, with her delicate skin and tender flesh, she's definitely a top-quality beauty!" A burly man with a face full of scars licked his lips, his eyes filled with lewdness.

"Go ahead and try to die. That man is not someone to be trifled with," his companion quickly pulled him back and whispered a warning.

The burly man snorted unwillingly, but had no choice but to give up.

However, what he didn't know was that he had already been targeted by Di Xuanshang!

Shen Yunxi ignored the foul language and walked straight to the Soul Weapon area.

The Soul Weapon area was bustling with people, and all kinds of Soul Weapons were on display, dazzling the eyes.

Most of the stalls were surrounded by people, including many well-dressed young men, who were probably there to participate in the Star-Picking Pavilion's recruitment exam.

Shen Yunxi's gaze swept over the soul artifacts one by one. Most of them were low-level spiritual artifacts, and only a few spiritual treasures were of average quality, with nothing worth buying.

Suddenly, a long sword with an ancient design caught her attention. The blade faintly emitted a golden light, as if it contained powerful energy.

Just as Shen Yunxi was about to step forward for a closer look, a clear, cold female voice beat her to it.

"Boss, what's the name of this sword?"

Shen Yunxi looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman in a pale yellow dress standing in front of the stall. She was also wearing a veil, so her face could not be seen, but the cool and aloof aura she exuded was hard to ignore.

Behind her followed a man in black robes, his face cold and stern, like a block of ice that had stood for millennia.