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Birth of the Demonic Sword

"So, that's how my life ends, what a waste of time it was...". These were the last thoughts of a young man, shot by accident in a fight between local gangs. Little did he know that he would soon wake up in another world, a world of cultivation! This is the story of the whoreson of a wealthy family, of a transmigrator that had no purpose in his previous life, of a demon that will make power his reason to keep on living. Noah Balvan, after he transmigrated, will have to fight against his social status and the many difficulties of the world he was reborn in to obtain the power to stand free in the sky above anyone! Follow me on twitter: https://twitter.com/EoCNovels Instagram: eocnovels Discord link: https://discord.gg/CNh28NP Cover artist: https://digitalrowye.com/ Fandom: https://botds.fandom.com/wiki/Birth_of_the_Demonic_Sword_Wiki

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95. Obsidian Credits

After walking the main road of the city for a while, Noah began to see the various stands.

There were tens of merchants with flashy banners on top of their stalls and even more people around them looking at their items.

Noah looked around for a bit and noticed something strange: the customers used two different types of currencies.

He turned to face Grant and pointed at the gems that some of the customers were using.

"What are those?"

Grant looked where he was pointing and showed a confused expression.

"You mean the Obsidian Credits?"

Noah shrugged his shoulders and replied.

"If that's what they are called. What value do they have?"

Grant's eyes widened as he continued to stare at Noah.

"What?"

It took a while for Grant to really believe that Noah didn't know anything about it.

"Aren't you a cultivator?"

Noah replied with a bit of annoyance in his voice.

"Stop asking questions and explain."

Grant cleared his voice and began to speak.