The "Foot" was indeed magnificent; its main gate alone towered seven or eight meters high, and the decoration was exquisitely ornate. However, for Chen Feng, who had witnessed the grand scale of Yan Long and the sheer luxury of the Qilin, it offered little visual shock.

Flanking the gate stood two rows of broad-shouldered, powerfully built black-clad warriors, each bearing a broadsword strapped across their back. As Chen Feng approached the entrance, intending to step inside, a burly man at the gate suddenly extended an arm: "Payment!"

"Payment?" Chen Feng paused, surprised.

Ben Shan quickly stepped forward and whispered in Chen Feng's ear, "It's a rule of the trading venue. Everyone entering, whether buying or selling, must pay a fee of five copper coins!"

"Five copper coins? That’s not expensive!" Chen Feng remarked, casually pulling out ten copper coins and handing them over. The money he had was what Old John had given him last time!

"Not expensive?" Ben Shan chuckled. "You must realize that nearly ten thousand people pass through this market every day! Five copper coins per person means a net daily income of fifty thousand copper coins!"

Chen Feng was stunned. "Nearly ten thousand people? Isn't the entire population of Gena Mu Town only a little over a hundred thousand?"

Ben Shan explained, "The local population of Gena Mu Town is indeed small, but its transient population is huge! It even exceeds the local population fivefold! Almost everyone who comes here to trade is from elsewhere!"

Chen Feng understood, nodded, and continued forward.

Only upon entering the main hall did Chen Feng grasp why Ben Shan had said what he did. The hall, vast enough to hold four soccer fields, was densely packed with people. Along the edges were numerous counters selling mostly clothing, tents, and necessities for food and lodging.

"Levels one through three sell daily necessities, mainly providing supplies for those entering the Icebound Demon Garden; levels four through six sell skeletons and hides from various magical beasts and fighting beasts; levels seven through nine offer various weapons and armor; level ten and above is where we need to go—that’s the only place where one can acquire or sell Fighting Cores and Demon Cores," Ben Shan explained, leading Chen Feng through the crowd toward the central staircase.

Chen Feng was only interested in selling his Fighting Cores and Demon Cores and had no interest in the rest, so he followed closely, ascending floor by floor.

Before long, the pair reached the tenth floor. The crowd here was noticeably thinner. Chen Feng surveyed the scene: the wide hall held only a scattering of counters, with a sparse hundred or so people milling about.

"This is the place to buy and sell first-level Fighting Cores and Demon Cores!" Ben Shan said, guiding Chen Feng toward a counter in one corner of the hall.

"Isn't this Brother Ben Shan? What big business are you bringing to your brother today?" The man behind the counter greeted Ben Shan enthusiastically, his eyes constantly sizing up Chen Feng.

However, Chen Feng was enveloped in a thick, heavy robe, revealing absolutely nothing.

Ben Shan laughed heartily, "Boss Mo Fei, allow me to introduce you. This gentleman is a client I just brought—his name is Ba Shen. He intends to sell first-level Demon Cores and Fighting Cores!"

Chen Feng had only mentioned wanting to sell Fighting Cores and Demon Cores without specifying their grade, but Ben Shan had preemptively assumed he was dealing in only first-level items.

"Hmm? First-level Fighting Cores and Demon Cores?" Boss Mo Fei was clearly surprised. It was rare for individuals to sell Cores; usually, mercenary groups sold them collectively. After all, low-level magical beasts typically appeared in packs, and unless one reached a very high realm, it was difficult to acquire Cores through individual effort. Yet, true masters, wherever they went, were fawned over—why would they bother slaughtering packs of low-level beasts for a mere few dozen gold coins?

But Boss Mo Fei was seasoned and quickly smiled, "I didn't realize this brother possessed such fine goods! Bring them out for your brother to see, and I'll give you a valuation!"

Chen Feng waved his hand. "I do not have first-level Fighting Cores or Demon Cores!"

Hearing this, Boss Mo Fei's face darkened, and he fixed his gaze on Ben Shan. "Are you making sport of me?"

Ben Shan, shocked that Chen Feng would say this, hastily interjected, "No, Boss Mo Fei, please don't misunderstand..." He then turned to Chen Feng, "Didn't you just say you wanted to sell Fighting Cores and Demon Cores?"

Chen Feng nodded but said nothing, extending his right hand from beneath his robe. In his palm rested a perfectly round Fighting Core!

"A third-level... Fighting Core!" Boss Mo Fei and Ben Shan were both struck dumb, unable to believe their eyes!

Ben Shan was even more astonished. He had always assumed the man only had a first-level Core or two to sell, never imagining he would produce a third-level Core right off the bat!

An individual selling a Fighting Core was astonishing enough; for him to reveal a third-level one immediately was staggering!

To hunt a third-level Fighting Beast alone required the cultivation of at least a seventh-rank Fighter! The moment Ben Shan realized he might be dealing with a master capable of slaying third-level beasts, cold sweat broke out. He, acting as a guide for such a person... and demanding ten silver coins...

"Upstairs, please!" Boss Mo Fei recovered his composure and pulled Chen Feng along. "The tenth floor only deals in first-level Demon and Fighting Cores. Since you have a third-level Core, you must come up with me!"

Chen Feng glanced at Ben Shan but said nothing, following behind Boss Mo Fei as they ascended.

Ben Shan trembled with fright, daring not to breathe heavily, trailing meekly behind. The gaze from this 'Ba Shen' had utterly broken him psychologically. It was an expression of absolute coldness, looking at him as if he were merely an object!

The layout of the eleventh floor was completely different from the ten floors below. It was divided into four distinct areas, and within each area was a sizable private room.

Chen Feng was led into one of these rooms. A woman dressed alluringly, trailing a heavy cloud of expensive perfume, approached.

"Boss Mo Fei!" Her voice was exceptionally seductive, combined with a body like a water snake—a slender waist, lavish, full breasts, and long, shapely legs—it immediately inspired a primal urge to press her to the ground! Truly a born temptress!

Boss Mo Fei smiled and gestured toward Chen Feng, clad in his long robe. "Miss Nasha, this gentleman wishes to sell a third-level Fighting Core!"

Nasha rolled her eyes alluringly, covering her cherry-red lips with her long fingers. "Oh? A third-level Fighting Core?"

Clearly, she, too, was surprised that an individual was selling a third-level Core!

Boss Mo Fei chuckled. "I was surprised too! But for this to cause the composed Miss Nasha such discomposure is truly beyond my expectation!"

"Hehehe..." Nasha's laugh rang out like silver bells, her serpentine waist undulating, holding the gaze of both Ben Shan and Mo Fei steady.

"May I ask this gentleman's name?" Nasha finished laughing, moving before Chen Feng, her eyes flowing with seductive curiosity as she tried to discern something about him.

"Ba Shen!" Chen Feng was unwilling to waste words. Although this woman was beautiful and seductive, and her figure was explosive, for him, who had cultivated the Dark Chaos Vortex, she held no temptation whatsoever. On the contrary, seeing such a flirtatious posture, he felt an urge to simply knock her to the ground with one punch!

If Mo Fei and Ben Shan, standing nearby, knew this thought, they would probably wish for death! To see such an alluring beauty and think not of seduction but of striking her down... The gap between people was truly staggering!