Chen Yang gazed at the empty market before him, filled with deep regret.

He sat alone behind his small stall, a piece of coarse cloth spread out in front of him, neatly arranged with low-grade demonic beast cores of various attributes that he had carefully selected.

From the most common Shadow Wolf and Fire Fox to the slightly rarer Blaze Tiger and Frost Demon Leopard, the variety was complete, and the appearance looked quite full and round, emitting faint spiritual power glows of various colors.

If this had been half a month ago, his stall would have been surrounded by disciples from various peaks, eager to buy.