After Tang Yong handed over his prey, he turned around and walked towards the market.
Not far from the registration office, a bustling market appeared in front of Tang Yong's eyes. It was just like a daily market. The peddlers sat on the ground with a clean cloth in front of them. On the cloth, there were pieces of materials for casting spiritual tools, and there were also some demon beast furs.
At first, Tang Yong was curious because some of the peddlers did not look like peddlers, but more like hunters, full of valiant spirit.
After careful observation, Tang Yong became thoughtful. Although the Demon Hunting Conference was mainly composed of nobles, students, and the army, in fact, all the people of the Han Tang could participate. Moreover, these participants did not need to hand over their prey. They would sell the items nearby.
The real peddlers were not here to sell things, but to collect raw materials. During the Demon Hunting Conference, the demon beasts were dormant and the human race appeared. It was the time to pick all kinds of rare herbs, hunt rare birds, and ferocious beasts. Every time at this time, these peddlers would come from all over the country to collect the goods.
However, because they were the major buyers, the price was very low, so not everyone was willing to sell to them.
The Grand Demon Hunting Festival had boosted the prosperity of this market. Tang Yong had heard people say that every time the Grand Demon Hunting Festival was held, the villages near the Dense Fog Demonic Forest would welcome the busiest time of the year. People would come and go, directly driving the economy of the villages. So much so that the money earned in this month was even more than the previous year.
Tang Yong stood on the street and looked towards the end of the street. He saw a crowd of people, many peddlers, and endless shouting.
After escaping from the dangerous forest and standing on this crowded street, Tang Yong felt as if he had come back to life.
Walking past one stall after another, Tang Yong stopped from time to time to take a look. Then, he took a deep breath and continued to walk forward.
In addition to the Snake Demon's corpse, he also had some demon beast materials in his hands, such as the tiger's fur and teeth. He had to find a place to sell these things.
Tang Yong observed a few stalls and found that it was difficult to sell the things in his hands in small stalls because these stall owners were all small businesses and could not afford so much money. Tang Yong sighed. It seemed that he could only find a merchant who collected raw materials.
Before Tang Yong could walk in, a fat merchant dressed in red silk took the lead to greet Tang Yong.
"Hehe, what does this little brother want to sell? Why don't you take it out and let me have a look?"
Tang Yong was stunned. He looked around and saw that there was no one around. Only then did he realize that the other party was calling him. He immediately showed a strange expression and asked, "How did you know that I wanted to buy something?"
The fat merchant said with a smile, "Little brother, you have been wandering around here for a long time. Instead of buying anything, you always ask about the price. If you don't want to sell something, what else can it be?"
The fat merchant's words made Tang Yong speechless. He sighed in his heart, "Cats have their own ways, and mice have their own ways. It's really not easy for a merchant to have such good eyesight."
Seeing Tang Yong's sigh, the fat merchant winked at Tang Yong and whispered, "Little brother, don't be surprised. I collect things from you scholars every year. I've already paid them. Don't worry, I promise that they won't be exposed!"
Tang Yong looked forward under his gaze. Sure enough, there was a man dressed as a scholar, secretly selling things.
Although the country prohibited it, this kind of private trading was not prohibited.
Naturally, no one was willing to hand in the game to the country when the reward was less than the reward. Although private trading was risky, the profit was very objective. After all, the money received was real and would not be deducted by others.
Tang Yong liked to observe quietly like this and also liked to think in his heart. However, after thinking about everything, he was not so happy.
He handed the game he got to the fat merchant and waited for him to check the goods.
"Good leather!
This third-rank tiger's leather is flawless. It's top grade!
Little brother, I didn't know that you were an old hunter. "
"Hiss!
The tiger's teeth are beautiful!
The color is white and there are no broken lines. It's top grade! "
"The market price of a top grade tiger's skin is 7,000 taels of silver, but we receive a 50% discount. I should give you 3,000 taels of silver, but I see that you look familiar. Today, I'll give you a 70% discount. The skin will be 4,900 taels of silver.
The market price of a top grade tiger's teeth is 1,000 taels of silver. I'll give you 700 taels. You have four teeth in total, so I'll give you 2,800 taels of silver.
Two teeth together, a total of 7,700 taels of silver.
Here are the banknotes. Take them! "
He had already asked the price before, and the fat merchant gave him a fair price. Tang Yong cupped his hands towards the fat merchant and took the banknotes. After checking them, he stuffed them into his clothes.
"Yo, look. Isn't that the trash Tang Yong?
Why is he so poor that he's about to piss his pants? Does he still have to rely on demonic beast materials to survive? "
"Haha, Deng Tong actually lost to such a guy in a martial arts competition. It's simply a disgrace to the Southern Heavenly Gate."
"Hey, trash. Did you know that you can't get on the ranking list, so you've given up?
You actually bought your own game! "
A few nobles who had met Tang Yong before blocked in front of Tang Yong and mocked him.
Tang Yong recognized these people. At the beginning of the Big Hunting Meet, these people were standing beside Liu Chun and Zhuge Yu. They were considered to be of noble status in the circle of nobles, but their strength was slightly weaker. They were only at the fourth or fifth level of the Martial Warrior realm.
However, their status was nothing in Tang Yong's eyes. What was so great about nobles? He would beat them up without hesitation!
Tang Yong coldly glanced at them. The nobles immediately felt as if they were being stared at by a poisonous snake or a ferocious beast. There was a terrifying sense of suffocation.
They forced themselves to remain calm. They thought that Tang Yong was only a fourth level warrior, and they were all fifth level warriors. Moreover, they had several times more people than him. There was no need to be afraid of him!
"Trash, what are you staring at? If you continue staring, I'll gouge out your eyeballs … Ah!"
Before the nobleman could finish his words, Tang Yong had already dashed in front of him. He sneered and raised his hand to slap him. Pa!
With a crisp sound, the nobleman was sent flying by Tang Yong. He spun twice in the air and fell to the ground with a plop. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood and two snow-white front teeth.
'Ding! From Sun Sipeng's distress, + 777 …'
"Hu Gong … How dare you catch me! My father is the Fox Minister, Sun Bowen!
Just you wait!
Just you wait! "
After the nobleman lost two front teeth, his speech was a little sluggish. Tang Yong could barely understand the name Sun Bowen. Hehe, was the son of an official so arrogant?
Sorry, Tang Yong was the master of arrogance.
"Alright, I'll wait. You noblemen scum, if you can't win in a fight, you look for your father. Damn it, are you children who drink milk?
Are you not growing up at all? "
"You!!"
The remaining noblemen who were not beaten up glared at Tang Yong angrily. However, the lesson just now had made them realize that in the face of powerful strength, numbers could not change the situation.
Although they appeared to be rather agitated, in reality, they had long been afraid. The guy whose front teeth had been knocked out picked up two of his own teeth. The remaining few people looked at each other. It was still a noble who appeared to be rather calm. He pointed at Tang Yong and said, "Tang Yong, what kind of ability do you have to rely on your strength to bully others? If you're so capable, let's compete in the Demon Hunting Meet. Whoever hunts more demonic beasts will be ranked higher on the ranking board.
If you lose, kowtow to us and apologize. If we lose, it's the same.
How about it, Tang Yong? Do you dare to bet? "
Tang Yong shook his head in disdain and said, "If it's just kowtowing and apologizing, then forget it. You guys are not worthy of my bet."
'From Sun Sipeng's distress, + 888 …'
'From Wang Miao's distress, + 288 …'
'From Gou Sheng's distress, + 168 …'