The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6627

The moment they entered the city, noise rushed over them.

Bermu City's main street was broad and smooth. Shops lined both sides: pill shops, arcane implement shops, spirit material stores, demon beast material dealers. Everything could be found there.

Each storefront had been carefully decorated.

Pill shops displayed advertisements for pills of different grades. Arcane implement shops placed sample weapons near their entrances. Spirit material shops spread rows of ores and herbs across their front counters.

There were also restaurants, tea houses, weapon shops, sigil stores, and array-plate shops.

It was almost too much to take in.

The street was packed with people.

Sect disciples in fine robes walked in groups of three or five, laughing and talking.

Dusty wandering cultivators hurried past with heavy packs of materials on their backs.

Mercenaries full of killing aura strode through the crowd with fresh demon beast heads hanging at their waists.

Cultivators from the Abyssal Exchange, dressed in silver-white robes, moved with calm elegance, carrying delicate storage cases in their hands.

All kinds of people wove together into a lively city scene.

Vendors shouted.

Buyers bargained.

People argued.

Weapons clinked.

Laughter rose from restaurants.

Every sound mixed together and echoed above the street.

The air smelled of pills, demon beast materials, smoke from food stalls, and a faint but ever-present trace of spirit crystals.

"Mr. Chance, let's go to a demon beast material dealer first."

Rowan led the way and looked back as he spoke. "There is a place in the east district called Grand Trove Pavilion. It is the largest demon beast material buyer in Bermu City. Their prices are fair, and they do not cheat people. I have sold to them several times and never got tricked."

Then he lowered his voice, and a shrewd look appeared on his face, the kind only someone used to buying and selling would have.

"But later, please do not leave me to negotiate with the shopkeeper by myself. I am terrible at bargaining. Last time, they cut my price in half, and I still thought I had won."

Jared nodded without speaking.

The group crossed several streets, left the main road, and entered a narrower but still lively lane in the east district.

There stood Grand Trove Pavilion.

It was a three-story building made from spirit wood. Carved beams, painted rafters, and upturned eaves gave it an old and elegant look.

Several anti-snooping sigils had been carved into the outer walls to protect customers' privacy.

Above the door hung a plaque that read, "Grand Trove Pavilion."

The words had been written with the law force of a Golden Immortal Level Six expert and gave off a faint glow.

Two jade statues of wealth beasts crouched at the entrance, symbols of money flowing in and never flowing out.

Inside, the building was spacious.

Dozens of transparent crystal display cases filled the first-floor hall, showing all kinds of rare demon beast materials.

There were tail feathers from Golden Immortal Level Six thunder eagles, scales from Golden Immortal Level Seven ice serpents, the poison sac of an ancient sky-swallowing python, and even a nine-tailed spirit fox core sealed inside a translucent crystal sphere.

Its price was enough to make people stare.

Layer upon layer of wards covered each display case. Any one of those wards could blast an ordinary Golden Immortal cultivator backward.

Four Golden Immortal Level Six guards stood in the corners of the hall, unmoving and expressionless, like statues.

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