The street was bustling with people coming and going, and hawkers' cries were endless.
Walking along the street, Chu Ming discovered a peculiar issue. In the Saint Tribe, most people were body refining martial artists. Only a few martial artists had spiritual power within them, and it was so weak that it could be ignored.
"How much is this ore?"
Chu Ming squatted beside a small stall, gently picking up a piece of black ore. The ore was completely dark, with what looked like nebula explosions within, emitting a faint glow, extremely beautiful.
"Three Blood Pearls of the Three-tailed Black Cat Demon."
The vendor was a white-bearded old man with a full face and muscular arms, clearly also a capable body refining martial artist.
Along the way, Chu Ming had already understood the value of the Three-tailed Black Cat Demon's Blood Pearl. Its purchasing power here was roughly equivalent to ten thousand middle grade Spirit Stones in the outside world.
