"HR Alliance, Limit Martial Arts School, Thunder Martial Arts School; I can sell monster materials to these three places with my identity public. I could have them transfer the money to an anonymous account, but—it would be too easy for news of me earning massive amounts of money to leak internally among them." Luo Feng frowned. "It seems I have no choice but to sell through the black market!" Where there is light, there is darkness!

The buying and selling of monster materials has always been fiercely competitive. The HR Alliance, an amalgamation of numerous financial groups and families from around the world, is stable on the surface, yet rife with internal rivalries. Certain influential families constantly vie for greater standing and more benefits within the Alliance. This competition has fostered various services. You, a martial artist, want to hide your identity while selling monster materials? Done! If other managers won't do it, I will! You want to deposit money into an untraceable overseas account? Excellent, we'll handle everything for you! As long as you have treasures, managers specializing in sourcing monster materials will eagerly step forward.

"Tsk tsk, so much information." Luo Feng entered the 'War General' level martial artist forum. Simply typing in "sell monster materials" yielded a slew of posts. He easily found advertisements from various managers, complete with contact details and promises of secure methods and guarantees. Looking at the large volume of replies, one could gauge the perceived safety and credibility. "I need to sell the dragon egg, the combat suit, and the sword. Well, it's best if I don't sell them in the Jiangnan Base City. I'll go somewhere else." Luo Feng opened the posts one by one. "Hmm, this one looks promising! Judging by the replies, quite a few well-known War General level martial artists have responded. Wait, I see a Wargod replying to this thread too!"

The internal forums of the Limit House—the martial artist forums—are divided into three tiers: Warrior, War General, and Wargod. Warrior level members can only view and post in the Warrior forum. Wargod level members can access and post in all three forums: Warrior, War General, and Wargod. Each account corresponds to the individual's identity and cannot be faked. "It seems many people have sold through him; his reputation is quite high. Is he based in Kyoto Base City?" Luo Feng smiled and nodded. "Wang Hou? That's a rather imposing name. I'll go with him."

The next morning, Luo Feng went out to wander around parts of Yangzhou City, purchasing a SIM card and a mobile phone. Normally, mobile SIM cards require real-name registration, but with enough money, one could always find vendors willing to risk selling one without identity verification. In this world, if the price is right, someone will always take the risk. Along with the SIM and phone, Luo Feng also bought glasses, a fake beard, and other simple disguise items. "Hello." Luo Feng stood in his home training hall and used the newly purchased phone to dial Wang Hou's number. "Hello, this is Wang Hou. May I ask what you require, sir?" Wang Hou's voice was gentle. The contact number he posted on the Limit Martial Arts Forum was a dedicated line, usually only contacted by powerful martial artists, as ordinary fighters rarely possessed treasures to sell. Luo Feng chuckled. "I have some items I wish to sell. I wonder if you can handle the volume." "Oh? How significant are these treasures?" There was a hint of surprise in Wang Hou’s voice. "Over ten billion!" Luo Feng stated.

On the other end of the line. Wang Hou had been chatting pleasantly with a tall, fair-skinned beauty. Upon hearing this, he immediately sprang to his feet, ignoring the woman entirely, and rushed to the window to whisper urgently, "I can handle it. As long as you have it, I can handle it! You surely know my reputation, Wang Hou's credibility—it’s built up through repeated successful deals. Rest assured regarding the price." Over ten billion! This was undoubtedly a massive transaction, the kind usually only proposed by a Wargod. "Heh, for the funds, I require the transfer to an anonymous account at the Swiss International Bank in the EU. Is that acceptable?" Luo Feng continued. "Absolutely no problem. Many martial artists who work with me prefer storing their funds there." Wang Hou smiled. The Swiss International Bank was renowned long before the Great Nirvana period. It is difficult to build a reputation for a bank or a corporation, but easy to destroy it. The reputation this Swiss bank had cultivated over the years secured it a great deal of business. "May I ask when you plan to visit, sir?" Wang Hou inquired eagerly. "In the next couple of days. I will travel to the main urban area of Kyoto Base City and contact you then," Luo Feng replied. "Very well. I still don't know your surname, sir." "My surname is Wei," Luo Feng answered. "Ah, Mr. Wei, then I eagerly await your arrival." Wang Hou’s voice was filled with enthusiasm.

Luo Feng hung up the phone with a smile. He had never engaged in such shady dealings before, but now it seemed... surprisingly simple; one phone call, and the contact was secured. "First, I need to apply for an account registration at the Swiss International Bank." Using his new phone, Luo Feng quickly navigated to the Swiss International Bank website and easily applied for an 'anonymous account.' The password was relatively simple yet secure: three mixed groups of 12 characters consisting of Chinese characters, English letters, and numbers. "Done. Now I just wait to sell this for cash."

That evening, under the lights of the first-floor living room, Luo Feng’s family was gathered for dinner. "Mom, Dad, I plan to go out tomorrow on an errand," Luo Feng said cheerfully. "I should be back the day after tomorrow." "Oh? Where are you going?" Luo Hongguo looked at his son in surprise. Luo Feng smiled. "To meet a martial artist friend." "Hongguo, don't press him. Maybe Xiaofeng is going to see his girlfriend," Mother Gong Xinlan teased, making Luo Feng speechless and slightly exasperated. Gong Xinlan continued, "But son, I'll be honest, you're not getting any younger. You'll turn 19 next New Year, almost 20 years old. It’s time to consider dating. Dating for a year or two, then marriage—that won't be too late." His brother Luo Hua, sitting in his wheelchair, chimed in with a laugh, "That's right, Brother. Look, I'm ahead of you already. You need to step it up." "You rascal," Luo Feng shook his head and smiled. "Luo Hua, how are things going with your girlfriend Xiao Nan?" "How else would they be? Just like always," Luo Hua replied excitedly, clearly pleased with himself.

The next morning, after breakfast with his family, Luo Feng shouldered his oversized backpack and left home. He did not take the Limit Martial Arts School's dedicated transport but hailed a taxi to the train station. Next to the train station, there was a 'Zhen Gongfu' fast-food restaurant. Fast-food chains like Zhen Gongfu, KFC, and McDonald's always have the highest foot traffic. Luo Feng entered this 'Zhen Gongfu,' grabbed a quick bite, and then slipped into one of the private stalls in the restroom, locking the door. Luo Feng swiftly performed his simple disguise. He put on the glasses, affixed the fake beard, slightly darkened his skin tone, donned a hat, and even added padding to his shoes to increase his height. Instantly, Luo Feng looked like an entirely different person. In a fast-food restaurant buzzing with hundreds of people coming and going at any moment, who would pay attention to Luo Feng? After the brief transformation, Luo Feng left the restaurant and boarded the earliest available train from Yangzhou City at the station. Train security is currently resource-intensive, so most people rarely travel outside the base city limits. Martial artists, however, do not have this restriction—they only need to show their martial artist ID card, bypass ticket purchases entirely, and can board or alight whenever they choose. This is the privilege of a martial artist.

Around 6 PM that evening. "Dear passengers, the train is about to arrive at the station. Passengers disembarking at the Kyoto Base City Main Urban Area Station, please collect your luggage and exit through the front door." Following the broadcast announcement inside the train, Luo Feng, carrying his backpack, stepped out of the carriage. "Kyoto Base City!" Luo Feng surveyed his surroundings. "The city with the largest territory, the most residents, and the political core of the entire Huaxia nation?" "But it doesn't seem much different from Jiangnan Base City, just the temperature is significantly lower, a bit colder." Luo Feng smiled and walked out of the station, hailing a taxi directly to a rather high-end establishment known in Kyoto Base City: the 'Will Wang Palace' Entertainment Center. At the main entrance of this entertainment center, there were countless beautiful women dressed in various attires—it was like entering a kingdom of women. "Sir..." the man in the suit said with a smile. "I need a private room, a quiet one. I don't want to be disturbed," Luo Feng said, briefly flashing his martial artist card. The manager’s attitude immediately became much more respectful. "Understood. Please follow me."

Will Wang Palace, Earth-rank No. 3 Private Room. "Sir, all drinks are provided here," the manager said respectfully. "Do you require anything else, sir?" "No need. Do not allow anyone in without my permission," Luo Feng instructed. "Understood. The service menu and phone are over there. Please feel free to ask us for anything you need." The manager retreated with a smile. Luo Feng gently locked the door and simultaneously scanned the entire room with his spiritual force—no recording devices were present. The room was exquisitely decorated, with the floor covered in beautiful monster pelts. Luo Feng glanced at the service list displayed on the wall screen. "This is truly luxurious indulgence," Luo Feng chuckled, then dialed Wang Hou's number. "Mr. Wei, hello." Wang Hou answered enthusiastically. "Wang Hou, I am currently in Kyoto Base City Main Urban Area, at the 'Will Kingdom' Huaxia Hall, Earth-Heaven No. 3 Private Room," Luo Feng informed him. "Good, I know the location. I will be there within the hour." Wang Hou’s voice held a slight edge of excitement.

Luo Feng hung up the phone and lay back on the sofa. He casually took some tea leaves from the nearby cabinet and brewed a cup. "Hmm?" Luo Feng felt his pocket vibrate. "Who is calling my mobile?" The phone vibrating was the old one Luo Feng used to carry, not the new one he just bought. Luo Feng picked up the call. It was his home line. "Hello?" Luo Feng answered. "Xiaofeng, your brother, your brother is in trouble," came his mother Gong Xinlan’s voice, laced with tears. Luo Feng jolted, leaping to his feet abruptly. Crash! He knocked over the teacup, spilling the tea onto the counter.