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.

look for, they split apart to save time and agreed on a time to gather

stalls, a man wearing a turban and a

street was not

that lined its sides, it was

he walked right up to him. Caspian‘s expression remained unchanged, but his eyes flashed with a glimmer

appearance did not seem like he had bad intentions

until he was barely a

before opening his mouth to crack a sinister

“Psst, young man.

stuff here,

front of his

if he was deathly afraid

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

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

titles as well, such as “The Beauty With Plump

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

thank you.” Caspian shook

interest in things

other hand, thought Caspian’s rejection was because

a young, hormonal man like the

leave, he hurried

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

charmed with, you won’t just be reading a

rambled on

hairs in his nostrils almost touched Caspian’s

to push the man away, something caught

as his heart thudded

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

charred black all

that it was, indeed, a

perused by a good number of individual

Silently, Caspian walked over.

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

creased with

made it clear enough that he

have found something on the stall, inquiring

would

would result in the fat man waving his hands regretfully and the individual cultivators shaking their heads, leaving