Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!-Chapter 982 - 289: [Ghost Race South City] 3

The writing above is blurred, with an unfamiliar symbol drawn on it, and the material is heavily worn.

Chen Yan just lifted the token and shook it, and the soldier at the checkpoint gave it a glance before happily letting him pass.

However, Chen Yan noticed that the soldiers here often glanced at the backs of those crossing the border, with a somewhat gloating look in their eyes.

It was like watching someone do something stupid.

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The border crossing led to the southern part of the city.

This was the territory of the Ghost Race, but the buildings on the streets looked almost the same as those in the northern city—after all, the City of No Return was initially unified, only to be forcibly divided into regions after a conflict between the Ghost and Demon Races.

Nonetheless, there were quite a few people dressed in Ghost Race attire on the road.

The Ghost Race was originally composed of the Southern Border Mountain People, retaining many traditions of the Southern Border Mountain People in their culture.

Their clothing was mostly tight and narrow-sleeved, with men’s trouser legs and women’s skirt hems also tightened.

Perhaps because the mountain people used to live in the mountains, the wide robes and long sleeves were inconvenient when walking and working in the mountains, thus forming this style of dress.

The colors were mainly blue and gray, with very little bright-colored clothing.

—Not all of them were Ghost Race people; there were also many original ordinary city dwellers living here.

Since the region was divided, it was impossible to drive away all the original residents within the region, and many ordinary people did not want to leave their homes, so they stayed put.

The clothing of these people was more akin to the mainstream Human Race attire of the northern Domain Realm.

Chen Yan walked among them, looking at the shop signs and flags along the road.

The southern city looked much more desolate, probably because most of the shops and businesses had closed and moved to the northern city.

There were fewer shops, but there were some people in Ghost Race attire setting up street stalls on both sides of the road, presenting a different scene.

Chen Yan walked down a street and noticed that the street stalls primarily sold mountain products.

They mostly consisted of herbs, and some minerals, but most had not been processed and were just laid out as raw materials.

Chen Yan saw some good-quality Iron Essence, and though it hadn’t been polished, the material was good, so he bought two pieces.

The price was more than 30% cheaper than in the shops.

He didn’t have much money left, so after buying two items, he stopped spending.

Occasionally, along the roadside, there were also people of the Ghost Race carrying baskets or pushing carts, selling food as they walked through the streets.

Out of curiosity, Chen Yan bought two items to taste.

One of them was said to be made by the Ghost Race mountain folks using a sweet grass root used to extract sugar—it was the leftover residue after extracting the sugar, steamed, cooked, and finally sun-dried.

The taste was somewhat like seaweed but with a faint sweetness that became sweeter the more you chewed.

Chen Yan liked it quite a bit and decided to buy two large bags to take with him—it was not expensive, just one Jade Coin per bag.

Chen Yan originally planned to find a tea house or restaurant to inquire about Ghost Race news, but after walking two streets, he realized he was mistaken.

The Ghost Race people didn’t have the habit of sitting in tea houses or restaurants for tea and meals!

Thinking about it...They were born mountain people; where would they find tea houses or restaurants in the mountains?

After walking two streets, Chen Yan saw that people in Ghost Race attire often liked to gather in open places at street corners, preferably under a big tree, where they squatted or sat in groups.

Sitting there, some held wooden tubes drinking water, some chewed tobacco, and others smoked pipes.

There were also those eating, pulling out a leaf-wrapped food item, opening it up to eat while sitting on the ground.

Chen Yan wanted to go over, hoping to hear something.

Then he realized his oversight again.

The Ghost Race people didn’t mind strangers sitting down to rest.

The problem was...Chen Yan couldn’t understand their language!

Listening to the Ghost Race language felt like listening to birds chirping; he couldn’t understand a word.

Thus, after wandering for over an hour, it was already afternoon, and Chen Yan ended up with nothing from this trip.

Just as he was walking, planning in his mind to head back to the North City Four-direction Building and find another way to gather information...

Suddenly, Chen Yan’s heart stirred, and he instantly shifted his posture, appearing relaxed while actually readying his arms and waist to exert force.

He sensed someone had approached him.

A hand reached over from behind to give him a hearty pat.

Chen Yan suddenly turned around, startling the person about to pat him.

Chen Yan was taken aback, seeing a person dressed in luxurious clothes in front of him, seemingly out of place with the Ghost Race crowd clad in mainly blue and gray tight, narrow-sleeved attire.

In particular, the other person’s sleeves fluttered, and the fabric had an ethereal quality, staying spotlessly clean without a speck of dust—Chen Yan knew this was due to some dust-repelling Magical Artifact worn.

But what surprised Chen Yan was that this person was none other than Brother Yun Zhao of the Black Feathered Lark Race!

"Fellow Daoist, you’re really too alert, suddenly turning around and nearly scaring me!"

Yun Zhao spoke in a familiar tone, smiling at Chen Yan: "How come you didn’t look for me to hang out when you came to the southern city! Not very friendly!"

In Chen Yan’s mind, thoughts raced!

This Yun Zhao actually recognized him! Could he see through his Transformation Technique?!

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Chen Yan’s gaze swept past Yun Zhao and indeed saw that guy named Liang behind him—that was the protector assigned to him by the Black Feathered Lark Race.

While thoughts raced in Chen Yan’s mind, he appeared to converse lightly, smiling as he said, "Brother Yun Zhao, fancy meeting you here..."

He then shook his head and said, "You have quite the skill, my Blinding Technique couldn’t escape your eyes."

Yun Zhao laughed heartily, "Brother, your spell is indeed strong. But I didn’t see through it with my eyes; I sniffed it out."

Chen Yan was once again taken aback.

Yun Zhao continued laughing heartily, "Yesterday while traveling, we drank tea in the carriage, and you had the special mystery tea of our Black Feathered Lark Race. That tea has an exotic aroma that doesn’t fade for three days after drinking, subtly emanating from your pores.

This tea is a specialty of my Black Feather Division, as we also dwell in the southern part of Yishan, surrounded by mountains. Drinking this tea keeps insects and snakes away for three days in the mountains."

As he spoke, Yun Zhao slapped Chen Yan’s shoulder with a hearty slap, "The scent is so faint that it’s hard for outsiders to detect; I could identify it only because I drink a lot within the clan."

Chen Yan smiled, though inwardly made a mental note, reminding himself.

Transformation Technique, this can’t be relied upon too much!

The Blinding Technique only fools the eyes; scents, in particular, need careful attention.

As he was laughing, Yun Zhao grabbed Chen Yan’s sleeve, "I’ve just stumbled upon you, come on, come on, I’ll take you somewhere interesting!"

Seeing this guy’s mischievous grin, an idea suddenly passed through Chen Yan’s mind...

This rich second generation, could he be taking me to some seedy place?!