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.

to look for, they split apart to save time and agreed on a time to gather

between the rows of stalls, a man wearing a turban

street was not wide, to begin

the stalls that lined its sides, it was even more

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

turban and frail appearance did not

until he was

down slyly before opening his mouth to crack a

“Psst, young man.

got some good stuff here, do

words, he pulled the front of his coat open, before scrambling to

was deathly afraid he would be

able to catch a pretty clear glance of what

side of the man’s long robes were an abundance of

well, such as “The Beauty With

one? They’re of a very precious collection, and they’re even been charmed with spells to make you feel as if you’re in the book yourself! Only two hundred and eighty-eight

you.” Caspian shook his

no interest in

other hand, thought Caspian’s rejection was because

there was no way a young, hormonal man like the one would

leave, he hurried forward

He continued murmuring endlessly.

eighty-eight for one, but if you get two I’ll only charge

charmed with, you won’t just be

rambled on

his nostrils almost

as he was about to push the man away, something caught

as his heart thudded with

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

charred black

it bore a mark signifying that it was, indeed, a

perused by a good number of individual

Silently, Caspian walked over.

stall was a fat man who smiled at everyone

with rolls

eye made it clear enough that

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

parties would haggle

it would result in the fat man waving his hands regretfully