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

walked between the rows of stalls, a man

was not wide, to

sides, it was even more of a

as Caspian was about to dodge the man, he walked right up to him. Caspian‘s expression remained unchanged, but

frail appearance did not

until he was barely a breath

slyly before opening his mouth

“Psst, young man.

got some good stuff here, do

front of his coat

as if he was

speed, Caspian was able to catch a pretty clear glance

the man’s long robes were an abundance of small painted

such as “The Beauty With Plump Skin” among

to make you feel as if you’re in the book yourself! Only two hundred and eighty-eight fedulings for a copy,

Caspian

had no interest in things like

on the other hand, thought Caspian’s rejection was because the

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

to leave, he hurried forward to

He continued murmuring endlessly.

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

with, you won’t just be reading a

man rambled on

nostrils almost touched

he was about to push the man

attention shifted abruptly as his heart thudded

of a stall on Caspian’s right was a piece

hemlock was charred black

that it was,

by

Silently, Caspian walked over.

stall was a fat man who smiled at

neck creased with rolls of

that he was not as honest of a

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

would haggle

fat man waving his hands regretfully and the individual cultivators shaking their