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.

their things to look for, they split apart

of stalls, a man wearing a turban and a sallow

was not

sides, it was even more of a

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

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

his steps until he was barely a breath away

and down slyly before

“Psst, young man.

good stuff here, do you want

his

was as if he was deathly

Caspian was able to catch a

the other side of the man’s long robes were an abundance

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

man? Want one? They’re of a very precious collection, and they’re even been charmed with spells to make you feel as if you’re in the book yourself! Only

you.” Caspian shook

had no interest in things like

thought Caspian’s rejection was because

like the

leave, he hurried

He continued murmuring endlessly.

can talk it out! Look, it’s two eighty-eight for one, but if you get two I’ll only charge

charmed with, you won’t just be

rambled

in his nostrils almost touched Caspian’s

to push the man away, something

abruptly as his heart

in the middle of a stall on Caspian’s right was

charred black all

it was, indeed, a piece of hemlock that

perused by

Silently, Caspian walked over.

a fat man who smiled

neck creased with rolls

made it clear enough that he was not as

to have found something on the stall, inquiring about it with

parties would haggle

it would result in the fat man waving his hands regretfully and