This situation easily brought back memories of his early days traveling between markets and towns on the human world. Based on his experience, although most of the items displayed on the stalls were ordinary materials and low-tier artifacts, there were still several rare items among them. After all, not every magical race was willing to sell their goods directly to shops at a discount. Especially given that so many magical beings had to remain in the city, it was certain that several had taken the opportunity to sell off their own rare possessions, hoping to fetch a good price. While walking slowly along the street, Han Li extended his spiritual awareness, swiftly scanning the stalls on both sides. Many of the materials on display were similar to those produced in the spiritual realm, yet a significant number of items that should have contained abundant spiritual energy had instead been replaced with pure, refined magical energy. Of course, there were still some materials imbued with refined spiritual energy, but clearly, their numbers were far fewer than those infused with magical energy. As for these ordinary materials, Han Li barely glanced at them, instead dedicating most of his attention to the strange and unusual items—some of which he had never seen before. These were likely materials unique to the magical realm. Regarding the artifacts and treasures, his divine awareness merely passed over them swiftly. With his current perspective, he found ordinary top-tier treasures unimpressive, and the appearance of spiritual-grade artifacts in such a setting was so rare that it was almost nonexistent. Han Li would not invest much mental effort in these. The street itself was not very long, with only about two or three hundred stalls lining both sides. In the time it took for a single meal, he had surveyed most of the stalls, yet only a few caught his attention. Even when a few items prompted him to pause and handle them carefully, he ultimately shook his head and returned them to the stalls. Although the demonic beings selling from their stalls appeared fierce and intimidating, upon sensing Han Li's Qingxi stage cultivation, they all grew visibly cautious, offering polite smiles and showing no trace of displeasure. Han Li advanced slowly, growing somewhat disappointed. Though he had discovered several materials not found in the spiritual realm, they proved to be of little use to him at his current level. As he pondered whether to leave the street and visit a few nearby large shops, a sudden surge of strong energy erupted from one of the stalls ahead, accompanied by a sharp, angry cry. "This item, I'm taking it! This was the magical stone you originally wanted—bring it over right now!" "Stop fussing! I've already said this. The price has increased. If you want it, you'll need either a top-tier magical artifact or ten pieces of premium magical stones—otherwise, it's out of the question!" A notably cold and eerie voice responded calmly. "My deposit was already paid yesterday. Now, after finally gathering the full amount you demanded, you're raising the price today! Are you playing some kind of trick on me?" The first voice grew even more furious, clearly determined to press the issue. "Heh. The items are mine. I can set the price whenever I please. This deposit you gave me yesterday—take it and go. Without the top-tier magical corpse and the first-tier magical artifact, you'd better find another way to leave." The solemn voice sneered, his words sharp and dismissive. "Nonsense! Don't you think you should at least hear who I am? Am I someone you can casually manipulate? If you don't sell me the items today, I'll dismantle your bones one by one." The first man clearly wasn't an ordinary figure either; in his rage, his tone became fiercely resolute. "Dismantle my bones? Hah! I haven't heard this line of speech in quite some time. If you're truly that capable, then go ahead and try it!" The solemn voice showed no sign of being affected, instead laughing scornfully in reply. At the same time, a surge of spiritual pressure no weaker than the one before rose powerfully from the stall. This commotion naturally drew the attention of several nearby magical beings, with some more daring ones even stepping forward to take a closer look. "Hm, isn't that Hai Fei from the Lantun Clan and Niu Li from the Wuti Clan? How have they ended up facing each other like this!" "Hehe, this promises to be quite interesting. Both of these two are well-versed in their arts—when they actually start fighting, it's hard to tell who will come out on top!" ... The murmurs from around quickly grew louder. It seemed these two magical beings were quite well-known in the Blood Raven City, as most of the nearby beings recognized them. With a brief glance, Han Li caught a general sense of what was happening at the stall. In a circle of about a dozen magical beings, a fierce creature with several curved horns and standing three zhang tall was locked in an intense standoff with the stall owner, his face flushed with anger. The vendor, however, was a short, stout magical being with deep blue skin and puffy eyes. The two preceding energies had emanated from these two, clearly both at the Huashen stage of cultivation, though one at the mid-stage and the other at the early stage. Although the taller magical being had a slightly lower cultivation level, his robust physique suggested strong prowess in physical cultivation, and when it came to actual combat, it was far from certain who would hold the upper hand. Naturally, these two Huashen-stage magical beings did not command much attention from Han Li. After a casual glance at both of them, he intended to simply move on. Yet, when his gaze fell upon the item tightly held by the shorter, plump vendor, his expression suddenly brightened, and he promptly stepped forward toward that group of magical beings. In a few swift movements, Han Li silently inserted himself among the crowd, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on the object in the short, stout magical being's hands. It was a peculiar stone, alternating between black and white, roughly the size of a clenched fist, shimmering with a cold, crystalline glow. After Han Li subtly probed into the object with his divine awareness, his pupils suddenly contracted, and a gleam of joy flashed across his face. At that moment, amid the onlookers' murmurs, the two demonic beings engaged in increasingly heated verbal disputes, their emitted energies growing more astonishing. Yet for some reason, they had not yet truly clashed. "Hehe, I think it's time the two of you stopped arguing. It's merely a piece of rare demonic gold. Surely, you two don't really intend to go to the battlefield of demons and fight to the death over it, do you? If that's truly the case, then your lives would seem rather undervalued." A bystander who seemed to know both demonic beings suddenly smiled and offered this suggestion. "Ah, thank you, Tan brother. It's not that I'm deliberately raising the price; rather, the unique demonic aura contained within this piece of rare demonic gold is particularly exceptional—far surpassing other materials of the same kind. Yesterday's price was indeed a bit low. Otherwise, how could he insist on purchasing this very piece from me?" Although this material was exceptionally rare, other shops also carried it. "Ah, I see," the short, stout magical race member relaxed slightly, bowed slightly to the one urging him, but showed no intention of yielding. "Honestly! If it weren't for the fact that your rare magical gold is particularly good, I would have already paid a deposit and ordered ten first-rate magical stones at once. Clearly, you're taking advantage of my urgency to secure this item—raising the price deliberately. Such a breach of trust? Only the Blue Dolphin clan could possibly manage that!" The tall magical race member heard this and instantly grew furious. "You dare insult our Blue Dolphin clan! Then, take one of your arms as a pledge!" Upon hearing this, the short, stout member's face flushed abnormally crimson, and a wild gleam of intensity flashed in his eyes. With a swift motion of his sleeve, a streak of cold light shot forth, cutting straight toward the tall magical race member's arm—its speed as swift as lightning! The tall elven warrior was already prepared. With a cold exhalation, he flipped his hand, and a white bone shield materialized silently before him. As the blade flashed, poised to strike the shield, a figure blurred into view—unexpectedly appearing within the towering elven warrior's outstretched arm. With a simple motion of his hand, the figure extended a golden palm and grasped the blade with a firm five-fingered grip. "Do you truly intend to alarm the city's enforcement guards? I've also grown quite interested in this rare elven gold. Allow me to examine it." The figure was none other than Han Li. At this moment, he radiated the powerful aura of a Lingxu-stage cultivator, causing nearby elves to sense it and immediately change their expressions. "Senior, what exactly do you mean?" The tall elven warrior paused, startled, though he still hesitated to fully concede. "Do you wish to compete with me for this elven gold?" Han Li replied calmly, without turning around, yet his spiritual pressure surged and pressed firmly against the tall elven warrior behind him. "Tink, tink!" A few sounds like that, the magical demon from the Wuti clan was forced to retreat several steps backward, his face turning as crimson as pig's liver. Startled, he stammered, "I'm not worthy at all!" and immediately bowed his head, his hair and clothes now dusty, turning to hurry away. Hearing this, the short and stout magical being felt somewhat reassured, yet still remained hesitant and silent, unwilling to speak much. After all, given the formidable display of power just witnessed, eliminating him would have been a mere matter of lifting a finger. He would rather forgo this rare magical gold than risk offending such a powerful cultivator at the stage of Lingxu. At that moment, Han Li no longer glanced at the short and stout being at all; instead, he kept turning the black-and-white stone in his hands, his eyes occasionally flashing with subtle brilliance, yet his face remained expressionless. After a full cup of tea's worth of time, Han Li raised his head, and with a flash of green light, the stone vanished completely, replaced by a small black sword, which he then tossed to the short and stout being with a cold tone. "Don't think I'm being arrogant. This sword is a top-tier magical artifact—more than sufficient to exchange for this rare magical gold. But tell me, where did you obtain this magical gold?"