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

between the rows of stalls, a man wearing

not

that lined its sides, it was even more of

dodge the man, he walked right up to him. Caspian‘s expression remained

turban and frail appearance did

was

up and down slyly before opening his mouth to crack a

“Psst, young man.

good stuff here, do

the front of his coat open, before scrambling to close it

was as if he was deathly

his speed, Caspian was able to catch a pretty clear glance of

man’s long robes were an abundance of small painted albums with

all had extremely suggestive titles as well, such as “The Beauty With Plump

you’re in the book yourself! Only two hundred and eighty-eight fedulings for a copy, just two -eighty-eight! How about

Caspian shook

had no interest in things like

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

young, hormonal man like

Caspian was about to leave, he hurried forward to match his

He continued murmuring endlessly.

Look, it’s two eighty-eight

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

man rambled

nostrils almost touched Caspian’s

about to push the man away, something

as his heart thudded

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

was charred black

that it was, indeed, a

by a

Silently, Caspian walked over.

stall was a fat man who smiled at everyone who

creased with rolls

clear enough that he was not as honest of a man as he

seemed to have found something on the stall, inquiring about

parties would

result in the fat man waving his hands regretfully and the individual cultivators shaking