The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

The floating market was bustling with people.

It was nothing like Caspian ever saw.

Aside from being back at the Heavenly Stars Sect, he never saw that many cultivators gathered in one place.

They called out to each other, haggled, and bargained.

It was a sight that made one feel at home.

The cultivators wandering around Caspian and Maya were all individual cultivators.

Thus, they wore all kinds of different clothing, making for a pretty surprising sight.

It was completely different from what they were used to back at the Heavenly Stars Sect, where all the disciples wore the same clothing.

After a fun round of people watching, Caspian began to shop around the market at his own pace.

The village was fully utilized by cultivators.

The streets were lined with stalls that were set up by the individual cultivators.

Most of the cultivators sold goods and products.

They laid them out on their stalls, and anyone of interest was free to go up to them and ask about the price.

However, the prices were not fixed.

Both parties were free to discuss and haggle, then pay with either spirit stones or their objects of equal trade upon agreement.

There were no fixed rules. Some of the other cultivators, on the other hand, were there to collect the goods they needed.

They would have stalls of their own as well but instead list out the items they looked for as well as details such as the quantity and quality they were after or the price they were willing to pay.

Then, they would simply wait for people to approach them.

Wandering further, one would be able to spot some cultivators haggling with each other.

Some discussions would flush their necks all the way red.

In moments like that, if Caspian did not know that those people were cultivators or properly taken in the sight of the bizarre items on the stalls, he would have thought he came to a bustling market.

While wandering, Caspian kept his goal in mind, to look for a Ganoderma Lucidum that was aged for at least seventy-five years, as well as a piece of hemlock that was passed through lightning.

both he and Maya had their things to look for, they split apart to save time and agreed on a

stalls, a man wearing a

not wide,

lined its sides, it was even

the man, he walked right up to him. Caspian‘s expression remained unchanged, but his eyes flashed with a glimmer of

appearance did not seem like he had

until he was barely a breath away from

and down slyly before opening his mouth

“Psst, young man.

stuff here,

the front of his coat open, before

as if he was deathly

was able to catch a pretty clear glance

man’s long robes were an abundance

such as “The

even been charmed with spells to make you feel as if you’re in the book yourself! Only two hundred and eighty-eight fedulings for a copy, just two -eighty-eight! How about that?”

Caspian shook his

no interest in things like

other hand, thought Caspian’s rejection was because

like the one would turn down something as good

leave, he hurried forward to match his pace

He continued murmuring endlessly.

it’s too much, we can talk it out! Look, it’s two eighty-eight for one, but if you get two I’ll only charge you five hundred

that a bargain? The point is the spells they’ve been charmed with, you won’t just be reading a book, you’ll feel part of the

man rambled on

in his nostrils almost

was about to push the man away, something

as

stall on Caspian’s right was a piece of hemlock the size

was charred black all

it was, indeed,

perused by a good number of

Silently, Caspian walked over.

owner of the stall was a fat man who smiled at

neck creased with rolls of

it clear enough that he

seemed to have found something on the stall, inquiring about it with the fat

would

in the fat man waving his hands regretfully and the individual