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.

had their things to look for, they split apart to save time and agreed

as Caspian walked between the rows of stalls, a man wearing a turban

not wide,

sides, it was

up to him. Caspian‘s expression remained unchanged, but his eyes flashed with

turban and frail appearance did

quickened his steps until he was

before opening his mouth to crack a sinister

“Psst, young man.

got some good stuff here,

the front of his coat open, before scrambling to close

was as if he was deathly afraid he would

catch a pretty clear glance of what was

were an abundance of

well, such as

charmed with spells to make you feel as if you’re in the book yourself! Only two hundred and eighty-eight fedulings

Caspian shook his

had no interest in

Caspian’s rejection was because the price

no way a young, hormonal man like the one would

to leave, he hurried forward to match his

He continued murmuring endlessly.

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

the spells they’ve been charmed with, you won’t just be reading a book,

man rambled

his nostrils almost touched Caspian’s

to push the

attention shifted abruptly as

right was a piece

charred black all

a mark signifying that it was, indeed, a piece of

was currently being perused by a good number of individual

Silently, Caspian walked over.

the stall was a fat man who smiled at everyone

creased with

glint in his eye made it clear enough that he was not as honest of a man as he

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

parties would haggle

fat man waving his hands regretfully and the individual cultivators shaking their heads, leaving in