In a valley outside the Black Market, a great battle had just ended.
"Zheng Songcheng, you despicable villain! I was clearly the one who found the Dream Soul Grass first! You ignored all ethics and stole it by force. How are you any different from a Tribulation Cultivator?"
Deep within the valley, a cultivator covered in blood roared furiously.
Zheng Songcheng's expression was cold as he casually unleashed a Fire Dragon Roar.
BOOM!
The cultivator let out a pained scream as the Fire Dragon consumed him, extinguishing his presence completely.
Zheng Songcheng made a casual gesture, and the man's Storage Pouch flew into his hand.
"The Dream Soul Grass is here, just as I thought!"
A smile appeared on Zheng Songcheng's old face.
He summoned a messenger Spirit Bird.
He instructed it, "Fly back to the Marketplace at once. Tell Lingfeng that I have successfully seized the Dream Soul Grass for him!"
The Spirit Bird nodded, spread its wings, and flew swiftly toward the Marketplace.
