"No need for formalities."
Lin Xuan handed the crystal stones to the young man, shook his head, and strode forward. The other begging cultivators were incomparably envious, but as cultivators, they were different from ordinary mortals after all. No one dared to swarm up and surround Lin Xuan.
Being able to beg here was already because the owner of the market took pity on them, but rules had been laid down beforehand: whether begging for pills or crystal stones, they were not allowed to pester cultivators who entered this place. They could only be like Jiang Taigong fishing, waiting for those willing to take the bait. Otherwise, if they affected the market's business, they would be thrown out.
As Lin Xuan walked along, he saw quite a few more beggars by the street. As for the shops, sure enough, there was nothing particularly good. The vast majority of the items were suitable for the Foundation Establishment Realm, and there were only a few Dharma Treasures.
However, Lin Xuan was not disappointed. This had been within his expectations to begin with. At the end of the long street stood a pavilion, and a large character for "tea" entered his eyes. A faint smile appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth, and he slowly walked over.
Suddenly, his steps slowed, and he turned his head to look toward his left.
A large group of cultivators had gathered around an inconspicuous corner.
Lin Xuan could not help feeling somewhat surprised.
There really were many things in this market that did not accord with common sense.
One had to know that most cultivators were cold and indifferent, and rarely gathered together to watch a spectacle.
Lin Xuan also walked over slowly.
Although this was somewhat different from his usual way of doing things,