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.

their things to look for, they split apart to

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

was not wide, to

its sides, it was

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

appearance did not seem like he had bad

was barely

slyly before opening his mouth to crack a sinister

“Psst, young man.

some good stuff here,

of his coat open, before scrambling to close it

was as if he was

catch a pretty clear glance of what was

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

such as

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 fedulings for

you.” Caspian shook his

had no interest in things

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

man like the one would turn down

he hurried forward to match his

He continued murmuring endlessly.

can talk it out! Look, it’s two eighty-eight for one,

The point is the spells they’ve been charmed with,

man rambled

nostrils almost

about to push the man

as his heart thudded with

Caspian’s right was a piece of

hemlock was charred black

that it was, indeed, a piece of hemlock that

by a good number of individual

Silently, Caspian walked over.

man who smiled at everyone who

neck creased with rolls of

that he was

found something on the

would haggle

waving his hands regretfully and the individual cultivators