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.

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

walked between the rows of stalls, a man wearing a turban

not wide, to

sides,

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

and frail appearance did not seem like he had bad intentions

quickened his steps until he was barely

before opening his

“Psst, young man.

got some good stuff here, do

his words, he pulled the front of his coat open, before scrambling to

if he was deathly afraid he would be

his speed, Caspian was able to catch a

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

extremely suggestive titles as well, such as “The

say, young 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 two hundred and eighty-eight fedulings for a copy, just two -eighty-eight! How about that?” The man spoke at a pace so rapid, spit was

Caspian

no interest in things like

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

no way a young, hormonal man like the one would turn

as Caspian was about to leave, he hurried

He continued murmuring endlessly.

Look, it’s two eighty-eight for one, but

a bargain? The point is the spells they’ve been charmed with, you won’t just be reading a book,

rambled on

hairs in his nostrils almost touched Caspian’s

he was about to push the man

as his heart thudded with

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

hemlock was charred black

was, indeed,

perused by a good number of

Silently, Caspian walked over.

was a fat man who smiled at everyone who

creased with rolls of

in his eye made it clear enough that

cultivators seemed to have found something on the stall, inquiring about it

parties would

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