Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 315: Stardust

The space inside the cave was larger than imagined.

It seemed to be a naturally formed limestone cave, crudely excavated by human hands. Hive-like depressions had been dug into the rock walls on both sides.

There were no bright lanterns, only sporadically embedded glowstones on the walls emitting a sickly green phosphorescence, stretching the shadows of passing figures into twisted, monstrous shapes.

This was the "Ghost Market."

Su Ming slowed his pace, his gaze sweeping over the crude stalls.

There were no hawking cries here. Everyone was wrapped in black robes or wore masks. Conversations during transactions were deliberately hushed, merging into a buzzing drone like the fluttering of insect wings.

The goods on the stalls were even more varied, exuding an unsettling, "wild" flavor.

On a stall to the left, several broken flying swords were displayed. The blood on the blades had long since dried and blackened, the edges curled, clearly having seen brutal combat. The stall owner was a one-armed man, wiping a notched war blade with a greasy cloth strip, his eyes fierce as they tracked every passerby.

"That's 'corpse loot'," Lin Yu clicked his tongue. "Look at the patterns on those sword hilts; they're probably standard-issue flying swords from some small sect up north. That stall owner is likely a 'vulture' who specializes in scavenging on the edges of battlefields."

Moving further ahead, a few people were gathered around a stall that exuded a medicinal fragrance. The owner had several sealed clay jars placed before him; it was unclear what was inside, but occasional dull thumping sounds could be heard."Gallbladders of the third-tier demon beast 'Iron Thread Snake', with venom sacs attached. Exchange for two bottles of Reviving Spring Pills." The stall owner's voice was hoarse, as if he had swallowed charcoal.

Su Ming did not linger.

He was like a drop of water merging into the ocean, moving inconspicuously through the crowd. In this place, curiosity was the cheapest and most dangerous thing.

The deeper he went, the damper the air became, and that musty smell grew stronger.

Finally, at the very depths of the cave, a corner hung with tattered banners appeared in Su Ming's line of sight.

The spot was so remote it seemed forgotten. There were no other stalls within several yards, only a few jagged, bizarre rocks standing abruptly.

Beneath the banners sat an emaciated, withered old man.

He wore a faded gray cloth robe, his eye sockets sunken, a black cloth strip covering where his eyes should be.

On a piece of tattered animal hide in front of him lay a sparse scattering of dull-colored ores, looking like worthless stones one might find anywhere by the roadside.

"Old Blind Man."

name given by Zheng Tieshou,

Su Ming's shadow fell upon his stall did he slightly twitch his

"Looking at stones?"

dry and grating, like two bones

down, his gaze sweeping over the few ores on

eyes, these stones held no spiritual energy fluctuations; they weren't even

guidance, Su Ming entered the "observation

that instant, the world

those few stones, faint, extremely weak silver threads, like starlight, could be seen faintly moving. This fluctuation was incredibly restrained. Without Su Ming's deep insight into the "Star Attraction Lines," it would

his fingertip lightly

Tieshou recommended

echoing between the two of them. "Looking for some 'heavy-weighting'

words "Zheng Tieshou," the Old Blind Man's face, covered by the black cloth, lifted slightly.

Zheng

withered branch, accurately pressing down on the grayish-white stone where Su Ming's fingertip had lingered. "This stone is indeed heavy-weighting. However, the weight is heavy, and

the price?"

Man raised a single finger, shaking it in

of

pupils

slang,

One high-grade spirit stone!

the open market, one high-grade spirit stone could officially exchange for one hundred mid-grade spirit stones, or ten thousand low-grade spirit stones. And that was the official, often unavailable, exchange rate. In resource-scarce Iron Wall Pass,

stones for such a piece of impure, low-quality Void Stone

This was practically robbery.

man is fleecing us," Su Ming gritted his teeth

is something you can't buy even if you have the money," Lin Yu sighed. "Void Stone is a space-attributed spiritual material. Even low-quality raw ore can be refined. It's crucial for stabilizing my soul body. Moreover, although this stone has a lot of spatial impurities, its advantage is its quantity. After refining, it'll be enough for

Ming took a deep

was gone, his greatest reliance in this cultivation world

"Deal."

the Ghost Market, decisiveness often earned more respect and was safer than

pulled out a prepared brocade pouch

accumulated savings from these past few days: profits from reselling "Bumper Harvest No.