Of course, these people also knew that Yi Tianxing and the Serpent Empress were no easy prey, far from being fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered at will.
Some stall owners, upon seeing Yi Tianxing and the Serpent Empress, would shamelessly jack up the prices of certain items—things that would normally cost a few thousand Eternal Coins were suddenly quoted at hundreds of thousands.
In those situations, Yi Tianxing didn't bother to argue. He didn't haggle or buy—he simply turned around and left.
He wouldn't even dignify them with a counteroffer.
If you take me for a fool, then I've got no interest in doing business with you.
Your price is outrageous? Then I simply won't buy. Simple and direct.
After this happened a few times, the other stall owners in the Ghost Market quickly caught on—Yi Tianxing and the Serpent Empress were not to be trifled with. If they dared to quote recklessly, they could forget about doing business with them. From then on, vendors became more measured in their pricing—perhaps a bit higher than usual, but still within reason and their own psychological pricing range. They made a profit, but didn't gouge.
"Good!!"
Yi Tianxing didn't haggle over a price. He simply paid and purchased a Vampiric Demon Box. He hadn't decided what to use it for just yet, but there was no harm in owning it.
"You two are spending freely here in the Ghost Market. Why not check out the Yin-Yang Inn? You might find something worthwhile there."
The vendor who had just made the sale was clearly in a good mood and offered this suggestion.
"Yin-Yang Inn? May I ask what kind of place it is and what's its background?"Yi Tianxing's eyes flickered with curiosity at the mention. Naturally, he came to the Ghost Market in hopes of discovering hidden treasures. So far, he had already gained quite a bit, but he still felt a gap between this and some truly earth-shaking opportunity. The name Yin-Yang Inn sparked his interest.
"You two must've just arrived. Do you know where this Ghost Market is located?"The vendor, looking like a hanged ghost, smiled slyly.
"This Ghost Market doesn't seem to belong to the human world. I sensed spatial fluctuations upon entering. The surroundings all point to this being an independent space," Yi Tianxing replied calmly.
"You're quite astute. This place indeed isn't part of the human world—nor is it just any independent dimensional secret realm. It is the convergence point of Yin and Yang."
As he spoke, the ghost vendor's eyes gleamed strangely.
"Convergence point of Yin and Yang? So such a place really exists."
Yi Tianxing frowned slightly, his voice heavy.
The convergence of Yin and Yang—that is, the meeting point between the underworld (Yin Realm) and the mortal world (Yang Realm)—was akin to the line in a Yin-Yang Taiji symbol, where black and white meet. In such a place, the laws of both realms barely function. It's effectively a no-man's-land.
In essence, it was a transit hub between Yin and Yang.
Such places were inherently mysterious. The Ghost Market was just a small corner of it—perhaps merely the tip of the iceberg.
This convergence zone was said to nurture all sorts of wondrous treasures, even rare immortal-grade items could be born here.
The Ghost Market, built here, was incredibly well-hidden. Few from the outside world could ever find it, let alone destroy it—it was virtually impossible.
"The entire convergence zone of Yin and Yang could be considered the Ghost Market. However, many areas are off-limits to outsiders. Without the proper qualifications or access tokens, one could never even find them. And some truly mystical places—forget about it."
The ghost vendor chuckled.
"Like the Yin-Yang Inn?"
"Exactly. The Yin-Yang Inn is one of them. It accepts guests from all directions, regardless of race or cultivation level. But once inside—no violence is allowed. Even if your sworn enemy who killed your father stands before you, you may not lay a finger on them. Violate that rule, and the consequences are... fatal."
The ghost smirked.
That no-fighting rule was widely known throughout the convergence zone. It was a rule etched in blood, strict enough that even the most unruly beings obeyed.
"What's inside the Yin-Yang Inn?"
Yi Tianxing asked again.
"An inn, naturally, offers food and lodging. But nothing about this place is ordinary. You'll only understand once you've spent a night there."
As the ghost spoke, a deep longing surfaced in his tone. It was clearly sincere.
"Oh, food?"
Yi Tianxing's eyes lit up. The mention of food, especially extraordinary food, stirred something deep within him. His very cells seemed to cry out in anticipation.
Food was one of his deepest passions—perhaps even his greatest.
"Of course there's food. Just getting a taste of the Yin-Yang Inn's cuisine—heh, some would gladly trade ten years of their life for it. People would kill for the chance to dine there. The only problem is... it's insanely expensive."
The ghost was already drooling at the thought.
"Interesting. How do we get to this Yin-Yang Inn?" Yi Tianxing asked without hesitation, his interest piqued.
"Getting there is easy. You just need this token. With it, you can enter the Yin-Yang Inn. But it's single-use only. One token, two people. Once it's used, you'll need a new one."
The ghost pointed to a token on his stall.
It was black and white, with ancient patterns intertwined. The image of a black-and-white inn was engraved on it, vividly lifelike. The words Yin-Yang Inn were inscribed across its surface.
Clearly, this was the admission token.
Without it, entrance was impossible.
"This token costs money too," the Serpent Empress frowned slightly.
She could tell Yi Tianxing was very eager to visit the place.
"Of course it costs money. The payment isn't for me—it goes to the Yin-Yang Inn. We vendors just take a cut for distributing them."
The ghost laughed. "This token costs three thousand Eternal Coins. Non-negotiable."
Three thousand—seemingly modest, but still quite significant for a single-use item. For the Inn, this was a zero-cost, infinite-profit transaction.
Even Yi Tianxing couldn't help but silently mutter:
"The Yin-Yang Inn really knows how to make money. Robbing people without lifting a finger."
"Very well, I'll take the token."
He bought it without hesitation. He had to see this Yin-Yang Inn for himself—find out just what made it so special.
But he didn't go immediately.
Instead, he continued to stroll through the Ghost Market.
He spent large sums of money, and his gains were immense. One example was a spiritual rice called Nine Nether Yellow Spring Rice, grown on the banks of the Yellow Spring River, infused with potent Yin energy. It was of tremendous benefit to ghost-type beings.
Unfortunately, it could only be cultivated on the Yellow Spring's banks—nowhere else.
Unless you owned a Yellow Spring River, growing it was a pipe dream.
So Yi Tianxing abandoned any plans of cultivating it and simply bought a large amount. For someone like Nie Xiaoqian, this rice would be a miraculous supplement.
Time seemed to lose meaning here.
No one knew how long had passed, for the lighting in this place never changed—it was exactly as it was when they arrived. No passage of time could be sensed.
Swoosh!!
In a mysterious corner of the Yin-Yang Convergence Zone, gloomy winds blew. Black mist drifted eerily through the air.
Suddenly, a flash of light—and two figures appeared soundlessly.
"There really is an inn,"The Serpent Empress glanced ahead, a strange look crossing her face.
Before them stood a structure clearly identifiable as an inn. Dominated by black and white tones, it radiated harmony. Yin-Yang energy visibly flowed into the building from the surroundings.
"Let's go. I can't wait to try the food here,"Yi Tianxing smiled.
"You've reached such a realm, yet still can't control your appetite. If word gets out, the reputation of King Yi will be in shambles,"The Serpent Empress gave him a bemused look.
"Can't help it. Food is my greatest passion and pleasure in life,"Yi Tianxing replied calmly.
As he spoke, he stepped forward toward the inn.
Above the entrance hung two white lanterns, glowing with a pale light—ghostly and cold. In the dark, they sent a chill down one's spine.
"Yin-Yang Inn."
Standing before the building, Yi Tianxing looked up.
Four simple words adorned the plaque—but they radiated a profound Yin-Yang Daoist aura.