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.

they split apart to save

Caspian walked between the rows of stalls, a man wearing a turban and a sallow complexion approached

street was not wide,

lined its sides, it was

about to dodge the man, he walked right up to him.

man with the turban and frail appearance did not seem like he

steps until he was barely a

stopped, sized Caspian up and down slyly before opening his mouth

“Psst, young man.

stuff here,

he pulled the front of his coat

was as if he was deathly afraid he would

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

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

well, such

book yourself! Only two hundred and eighty-eight fedulings for a copy, just two -eighty-eight! How about that?”

Caspian

interest in things

Caspian’s rejection was because the price was

was no way a young, hormonal man like the

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

He continued murmuring endlessly.

think it’s too much, we can talk it out! Look, it’s two eighty-eight for one, but if you get two I’ll only charge you five hundred

been charmed with, you won’t just

man rambled on

in his nostrils

about to push the man away, something caught Caspian’s

shifted abruptly as his heart thudded with

stall on Caspian’s right

hemlock was charred black all

that it was, indeed, a piece of hemlock that was passed through

perused by a good number of individual

Silently, Caspian walked over.

of the stall was a fat man who smiled at everyone

with rolls

that he was

have found something on the

would

fat man waving his hands regretfully and the individual cultivators shaking