After leaving the restaurant, Wang Changsheng rode his horse and galloped toward the exit of the town.
Before leaving the sect, Wang Changsheng went to the Scripture Pavilion to copy a batch of information, which included the location of various markets in the Song Dynasty. If he remembered correctly, there was a market set up by several small sects in the deep mountains five hundred miles away from the town. Of course, this small sect was relative to the Taiqing Palace. In the eyes of the local cultivators, these sects were still huge.
Half an hour later, Wang Changsheng appeared on the edge of a steep cliff, and his horse was nowhere to be seen.
If he took a few steps forward, he would fall into a bottomless abyss. From time to time, gusts of cold wind would blow past.
"It's here," Wang Changsheng muttered to himself. With a run-up, he quickly jumped toward the empty place in front of him.
Without the support of material objects, his body immediately fell into the bottomless abyss. Of course, this was what ordinary people saw.
In fact, there was a road on the other side of the cliff, but it was covered by a formation. Ordinary people saw that there was no road ahead, so they naturally wouldn't rush in.
At this time, Wang Changsheng appeared at the top of a high mountain. There were a large number of buildings on the flat mountainside. Some were gorgeously decorated pavilions, some were simple stone houses. A large number of cultivators were walking on the mountain. At the foot of the mountain, there were a large number of towering buildings. The number was no less than the buildings on the mountainside.
Wang Changsheng was secretly surprised. He didn't hide his breath and walked toward the mountainside.
After walking around the buildings on the mountainside, Wang Changsheng suddenly found that the buildings on the mountain were actually inns. If they were full of guests, it wouldn't be a problem to accommodate thousands of people.
Most of the people who went in and out of these inns were lone cultivators. Some of them even used cloaks and veils to cover their faces. Most of them were Qi Refining stage cultivators. Occasionally, there were a few Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, and their pace was also hurried.
Wang Changsheng asked a little and learned that renting a stone house only cost one spirit stone a month. If the environment was better, it would cost three spirit stones a month. It was much cheaper than the inns in the Taiqing Market.
Most of the shops at the foot of the mountain were shops selling magic tools and talismans.
Demonic Beast Materials Shop.
Wang Changsheng walked around the store and bought some ores for refining talisman paper, beast teeth and other materials.
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After coming out of the demonic beast material shop, Wang Changsheng picked a magnificent pavilion that often had cultivators coming in and out of it, the Ten Thousand Medicines Pavilion, and walked in.
Just by hearing the name of this shop, you can tell that this shop is CH
Wang Changsheng had also inquired about the spiritual herbs. The Myriad Drug Pavilion was opened by one of the market managers, the Spiritual Medicine Mountain. It dealt in the purchase and sale of spiritual herbs.
Sho, there are also finished pills.
But the price is not cheap.
Wang Changsheng was not short of Spirit Stones at the moment. If he could buy some Spirit Herbs that were over a hundred years old, it would not matter if the price was a little more expensive.
As soon as he entered the hall, Wang Changsheng frowned.
This was because the spacious hall was actually filled with cultivators. There were as many as seventy to eighty people. They were all gathered in front of the few counters around them, and there were a few people dressed in robes.
The shop assistant of SE Clothing was saying something.
Wang Changsheng quietly swept out with his Divine Sense and found that these people were all Qi Condensation cultivators. After thinking for a moment, he walked towards a counter.
There were two Qi Condensation cultivators at this counter, one male and one female. The male was holding a rectangular wooden box with a palm-sized green grass inside.
The male bargained with the shop assistant and said, "This Green Chang Grass is only fifty years old. The asking price of sixty Spirit Stones is too expensive. Can you make it a little cheaper?"
The shop assistant said with a smile, "Hehe, Fellow Daoist, Green Chang Grass is not easy to grow. It requires a lot of manpower to take care of it. Sixty Spirit Stones is already very cheap. Other places cost at least sixty-five Spirit Stones."
"But …" The male still wanted to say something, but the woman beside him quickly pulled on the corner of his clothes, hinting him to look behind him.
When the male saw Wang Changsheng behind him, he immediately shut his mouth and hastily handed sixty Spirit Stones to the shop assistant. Then, he took the wooden box and quickly left with the woman.
When the Qi Condensation cultivators saw Wang Changsheng, they also quickly left to make room for Wang Changsheng.
As soon as Wang Changsheng walked over, the shop assistant respectfully said to Wang Changsheng, "Senior, may I ask if you want to buy Spirit Medicines or Spirit Pills?"
Wang Changsheng swept his gaze over the surrounding Qi Condensation cultivators and said to the shop assistant, "I want to buy Spirit Medicines that are over a hundred years old. There are no restrictions on the types."
"Hundred year Spirit Medicines? I'm sorry, Senior, but I'm afraid there aren't any suitable spirit medicines for you here. If you want to buy a hundred-year spirit medicine, please go to the second floor. In addition to hundred-year spirit medicines, there are also medicinal pills for Foundation Establishment cultivators. "The shop assistant pointed to the stairs leading to the second floor and replied.
When Wang Changsheng heard this, he nodded and went straight up the stairs without saying anything.
The second floor wasn't large. Several young and beautiful maids were waiting there. When Wang Changsheng walked up to the second floor, he just happened to see a man and two women casually talking.
The man was in his twenties. He wore black clothes and had ordinary facial features. Beside him was a beautiful woman in green clothes. The last woman was around thirty years old. She had the charm of a noble lady. It could be seen that she was a rare beauty when she was young.
The three of them were all Foundation Establishment cultivators. Among them, the middle-aged woman's cultivation was the highest. She was at the late stage of Foundation Establishment.
"Fellow Daoist, is there something you need my help with?" When the middle-aged woman saw Wang Changsheng come over, she turned her head and smiled sweetly at him. Her voice was extremely clear and pleasant to hear.
Wang Changsheng didn't answer. Instead, his gaze fell on the green-clothed woman and he said,
"Eighth Sister, why are you here?"
The green-clothed woman was Wang Changyue, who ran away from home. Wang Changsheng thought that he would never see Eighth Sister Wang Changyue again. He didn't expect to meet her here.
Before he left the family, Third Uncle Wang Mingzhan had also mentioned to him that his eighth sister had run away from home. Wang Changsheng had also promised his eldest sister, Wang Zhangxue, that if he met his eighth sister, he would bring her to a safe place to settle down.
"Seventh brother." The green-clothed woman turned around to look. When she saw Immortal Wang, her face lit up with joy. However, she immediately thought of something, pouting her small lips, lowering her head, looking like she had been greatly wronged.
"Eighth Sister, where have you been all these years? Do you know that Third Uncle was worried to death? And Eldest Sister, she was also very worried about you. Come with me." Wang Changsheng frowned, walked quickly to Wang Changyue, and said in a reproachful tone.
"Hmph, I won't go back. If I go back, I will definitely be treated as a tool by Father and Second Uncle. I don't want to marry a person I have never seen and spend my life with him. I will never do that." Wang Changyue snorted and said with some dissatisfaction.
"If you want to take Sister Yue away, you have to ask me first." The black-clothed man stood up, blocked in front of Wang Changsheng, and said in a deep voice.
"This is our family matter. It's not your turn to speak." Wang Changsheng coldly glanced at the black-clothed man and said bluntly.
Wang Changsheng could feel a cold and gloomy aura from this person. He was most likely a cultivator from a Devil Path Sect. He had heard from his Senior Brothers that Devil Path Cultivators loved to harvest Yin to supplement Yang. If he allowed Eighth Sister to be together with this black-robed man, then Eighth Sister would not even know when she would be harmed by him.
"I … I am …" The black-clothed man heard this and didn't know how to answer for a while.
"He is my husband and also your brother-in-law. Of course, he has the qualification to speak." Wang Changyue's voice came from behind the black-clothed man.
"Sister Yue." The black-clothed man heard this and showed a look of ecstasy. He hurriedly turned his head and looked behind him.
Seeing the black-clothed man looking over, Wang Changsheng's white cheeks couldn't help but blush. He looked away in a panic.
"I don't care who you are, today I will take away my Mei."
Wang Changsheng saw this and said with a frown.
It was not easy to meet Eighth Sister, so he naturally wouldn't give Eighth Sister to this black-clothed man just because of a few words. He heard from others that Devil Path cultivators were particularly vicious. In order to achieve longevity, they didn't hesitate to sacrifice their dual cultivation partners. Some Devil Path cultivators even used the lives of their dual cultivation partners to practice some kind of secret technique. They were very vicious. He naturally wouldn't let Eighth Sister follow a Devil Path cultivator.
"I say, our Ten Thousand Drug Pavilion opened the door to do business. If you want to buy goods, we welcome you. If you want to make trouble, our sect's law enforcement disciples are not decorations," the middle-aged woman said lightly.
At the same time, several bursts of spiritual pressure appeared out of nowhere, firmly locking down their every move.
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