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 time and agreed on a

of stalls, a man wearing a turban and a sallow complexion approached

not wide, to begin

its sides, it was even more of

right up to him. Caspian‘s expression remained unchanged, but his

the turban and frail appearance did not seem

until he was barely a breath

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

“Psst, young man.

good stuff

front of his coat open, before scrambling to close it

was deathly afraid he

was able to catch a pretty

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

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

been charmed with spells to make you feel as if you’re in the book yourself! Only two hundred and eighty-eight fedulings

you.” Caspian shook

no interest in things like

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

young, hormonal man like the one would turn down

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

He continued murmuring endlessly.

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

The point is the spells they’ve been charmed with, you won’t

rambled on

in his nostrils almost

about to push the

attention shifted abruptly as his

on Caspian’s right was

was charred black all

bore a mark signifying that it was, indeed, a

was currently being perused by a good

Silently, Caspian walked over.

the stall was a fat man who smiled at everyone who met his

neck creased with rolls of

enough that he was not as honest

cultivators seemed to have found something on the

would haggle

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