Chapter 2346: Chapter 496: Subduing the Immortal Banyan Dragon, [Five Beasts Health Care Method]!
Levi laughed:
"Long time no see."
The Black-armored man sighed:
"Yeah, due to work reasons, I havenāt been to Hell for many years. This time, thanks to my leadershipās trust, I became a merchant on this eighth level of the Netherworld Market. I didnāt expect to see you here."
Leviās heart was stirred.
It seems that even Netherworld Market merchants have different degrees, the lower you go, the more advanced.
When Levi was still weak, he couldnāt accurately perceive the burly manās level.
Now it seems that the man is just at level 8 late stage cultivation.
Heās still very strong, at the level of a top wizard organizationās leader.
But he no longer feels oppressive, after all, Levi is also level 8.
The Black-armored man was truly shocked inside.
He and Levi had been apart for only a few hundred years.
For civil servants of the Underworld, who have control over life and death and a long lifespan, this is nothing.
In a daze, he seemed to see a figure like Sauron again.
"Sir, Iāll go buy some things first, then we can chat later."
Levi was eager to shop.
"Alright, you go ahead."
At the stall.
Leviās gaze quickly scanned.
Suddenly, his eyes moved.
"Dead Soil!"
He and another devil exuding level 8 aura simultaneously approached.
In the end, he was a bit faster and managed to grab it first.
Another pound of Dead Soil, valued at 1.3 billion Joss Paper.
"With this, the growth speed of the ancient banyan tree Mansion will be even faster, not bad at all."
A dissatisfied voice mumbled.
"Where did this Pig Demon come from, stealing my stuff?"
That level 8 devil was a tall and thin humanoid with a dog head and clad in scale armor, holding a long spear.
It was the same race as the dog-headed Underworld merchant Levi had encountered previously.
The Demon Hound Clan, a well-known major power on the eighth level.
This Devil Tribe has many level 8 powerhouses, and there is an ancestor among the Seventy-Two Pillars.
The Fourth Pillar, Nubios, Lord of the Underworld Hounds, hails from the Demon Hound Clan and is a level 10 devil.
Thus, the Demon Hound Clan runs rampant on the eighth level. This clan is also quite influential in the Underworld, and many strong ones work there.
Levi laughed:
"Sorry, I got it first."
The level 8 devil snorted coldly, not saying anything.
With its status and knowledge on the eighth level, it hadnāt heard of any level 8 Pig Demon powerhouse.
Also, it didnāt know which obscure place he came from.
In the Netherworld Market, fighting is prohibited, and it didnāt dare to break the rule.
It wasnāt afraid of the Black-armored man before him.
It was just worried about the Underworld punishing its clan, causing bigger losses for smaller gains.
Levi continued shopping.
"A small piece of level 8 Dark Soul Sacred Gold, worth 600 million, buy it."
This was the key material for the Book of the Undeadās promotion, what good luck.
In the end, there was only 100 million Aether Stone left, not enough to buy other good items.
Levi took 100,000 blind boxes; he was so used to it that not drawing a prize felt uncomfortable.
After finishing things on this side, Levi sat cross-legged beside the Black-armored man, seemingly meditating, but in fact chatting with him.
The Black-armored man said:
"That person just now was named Artuste, the descendant of the Netherworld Dog Lord. Although his strength isnāt much, his connections are quite strong. He had conflicts with Underworld merchants before and was taught a lesson and became more honest."
Levi said:
"No wonder, thank you for the reminder, sir."
He could feel the lingering hostility; Artuste was likely lurking outside waiting for him.
If not for the Black-armored manās reminder, he might have killed him.
If that happened, it would be troublesome to mingle in Hell in the future.
The Black-armored man said:
"Although Hell is a subordinate world of the Underworld, when oneās strength reaches a certain level, like those of the Seventy-Two Pillars, even we officials dare not provoke them lightly."
Levi sighed:
"It seems you, as Underworld personnel, have your own dilemmas too, sir."
The Black-armored man showed a look of reminiscence.
"Indeed. Therefore, I hope the Undying Nether Emperor will return soon. The current Underworld is also fraught with difficulties, with deeply entrenched factions, and one careless move may cost a job. Before I worked in the Underworld, I was just an ordinary level 8, only luckily obtained Underworld identity and had a lifespan you ordinary people canāt imagine, but this, after all, is gained through external means, easy to revert to original form... By the way, did you buy that Dead Soil for the Undead Cemetery?"
Levi nodded.
The Black-armored man said:
"This Dead Soil is not considered a rare item in the Underworld; itās just not allowed to be traded freely. If you need more, when the Netherworld Market opens next time, you can fix your place here, and within the allowed range, I can sell you some."
Levi was delighted but then calmed down.
"Sir, do you need me to do something? Iāve also searched through Wizard Worldās books and connections for information on the Undying Nether Emperorās whereabouts, but thereās no clue. Iāve only heard in the Black Pheasant Clanās legend that before the Undying Birdās death, it allowed different beings to eat its body, giving birth to a group of First Generation Undying Seeds, but itās not necessarily true."
The Black-armored man heard this and laughed:
"Iāve heard that story too; itās likely half-true, half-false. A being like the Undying Nether Emperor, who has lived countless epochs, may have grown tired of the eternal life we pursue and occasionally wants some fun, thatās understandable. Donāt worry, I donāt need you to do anything, Iām just optimistic about your future, just like the first time I met you. Establishing a good bond, forming a seemingly inconspicuous connection with someone like you, might even bring benefits in the future, hahahaha."