Levi laughed:
"Long ti no see."
The Black-armored man sighed:
"Yeah, due to work reasons, I haven’t been to Hell for many years. This ti, thanks to my leadership’s trust, I beca a rchant on this eighth level of the Netherworld Market. I didn’t expect to see you here."
Levi’s heart was stirred.
It seems that even Netherworld Market rchants have different degrees, the lower you go, the more advanced.
When Levi was still weak, he couldn’t accurately perceive the burly man’s level.
Now it seems that the man is just at level 8 late stage cultivation.
He’s still very strong, at the level of a top wizard organization’s 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 seed to see a figure like Sauron again.
"Sir, I’ll go buy so things first, then we can chat later."
Levi was eager to shop. .
"Alright, you go ahead."
At the stall.
Levi’s 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 co 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 sa race as the dog-headed Underworld rchant 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 hadn’t heard of any level 8 Pig Demon powerhouse.
Also, it didn’t know which obscure place he ca from.
In the Netherworld Market, fighting is prohibited, and it didn’t dare to break the rule.
It wasn’t 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 Undead’s 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 ditating, but in fact chatting with him.
The Black-armored man said:
"That person just now was nad Artuste, the descendant of the Netherworld Dog Lord. Although his strength isn’t much, his connections are quite strong. He had conflicts with Underworld rchants before and was taught a lesson and beca 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 man’s reminder, he might have killed him.
If that happened, it would be troubleso to mingle in Hell in the future.
The Black-armored man said:
"Although Hell is a subordinate world of the Underworld, when one’s 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 can’t imagine, but this, after all, is gained through external ans, easy to revert to original form... By the way, did you buy that Dead Soil for the Undead Cetery?"
Levi nodded.
The Black-armored man said:
"This Dead Soil is not considered a rare item in the Underworld;
it’s just not allowed to be traded freely. If you need more, when the Netherworld Market opens next ti, you can fix your place here, and within the allowed range, I can sell you so."
Levi was delighted but then cald down.
"Sir, do you need to do sothing? I’ve also searched through Wizard World’s books and connections for information on the Undying Nether Emperor’s whereabouts, but there’s no clue. I’ve only heard in the Black Pheasant Clan’s legend that before the Undying Bird’s death, it allowed different beings to eat its body, giving birth to a group of First Generation Undying Seeds, but it’s not necessarily true."
The Black-armored man heard this and laughed:
"I’ve heard that story too;
it’s 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 so fun, that’s understandable. Don’t worry, I don’t need you to do anything, I’m just optimistic about your future, just like the first ti I t you. Establishing a good bond, forming a seemingly inconspicuous connection with soone like you, might even bring benefits in the future, hahahaha."
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