After handing Wood Kui over to Pang Zitong, Wang Chen took a turn around Yunlong City.
Just as Pang Zitong had said, the prices of goods sold by the city's trading firms and shops—especially cultivation resources—had risen to varying degrees.
He made another trip to Yunyang City.
The situation there was the same.
If Wang Chen were to sell off the Yellow Millet Rice and Black Sesame Rice he had stockpiled, he could earn several hundred more Spirit Stones!
Yet there was not a shred of joy in his heart.
Though the rise in prices appeared, on the surface, to have had little impact.
Yunyang City remained as prosperous and bustling as ever. Cultivators filled the streets inside and out like crucian carp crossing a river; restaurants and teahouses did booming business, and people lived and worked in peace and contentment, presenting a flourishing scene.
But Wang Chen sensed an unseen undercurrent lurking beneath this peaceful façade!
Those who knew nothing feared nothing.
His problem was that he knew a little, yet could not lift the veil from the truth.
Though Wang Chen was optimistic by nature and steadfast of will, under the influence of an instinctive intuition akin to that of a wild beast, he remained restless and distracted over the next few days, and his cultivation efficiency was greatly reduced.
He had originally planned to advance to the ninth level of Qi Condensation before this, but now that plan had to be postponed.
This intuition had not arisen from nothing.
It came from the warning of Bai Susu, a Great Demon, as well as from all he had seen, heard, thought, and considered!
With his daily cultivation disrupted, Wang Chen abandoned his usual stay-at-home habits and traveled back and forth through the Inner Sect Main Hall, Sunset Peak,