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.

both he and Maya had their things to look for, they split apart to save time

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

street was not wide, to

stalls that lined its sides, it was

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

did not

was barely

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

“Psst, young man.

got some good stuff here, do

his words, he pulled the front of his coat

as if he was deathly afraid he

catch

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

well, such

and 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 a copy,

Caspian shook

interest in things like

Caspian’s rejection was because the price was

like the one would turn down something as good as

was about to leave, he hurried forward to

He continued murmuring endlessly.

think it’s too much, we can talk it out! Look, it’s two eighty-eight for one, but if

spells they’ve been charmed with, you won’t

rambled on

in his nostrils almost

push the man away,

shifted abruptly as

of a stall on Caspian’s right was a piece of hemlock the size of an adult

charred black all

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

currently being perused by a good

Silently, Caspian walked over.

a fat man who smiled at everyone

neck creased with rolls of

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

would

hands regretfully and the individual cultivators shaking their heads, leaving