Lingxiao Mountain Region.
Before a public notice board beside the main avenue of Qunshan Marketplace stood a crowd of cultivators.
An elderly cultivator standing near the back, unable to see the contents of the notice board, loudly asked a familiar middle-aged cultivator closer to it.
"Huang Daoyou, Huang Daoyou, what does the notice say?"
"Has some Heretical Cultivator had his face identified and been put on the Ling Clan's wanted list again?"
The middle-aged cultivator known as Huang Daoyou heard the call and turned to look at the elderly cultivator behind him. Seeing that it was an acquaintance, and having just finished reading the notice, he slowly squeezed through the crowd and walked over to the elderly cultivator.
Then, with a smile on his face, he teased him.
"What Heretical Cultivator? The Ling Clan is seeking marriage alliances ten days from now."
"Old Li Head, your bones are still sturdy. Why not give it a try?"
The white-haired elderly cultivator's eyes trembled, and he asked again. "The Ling Clan? The Lingxiao Ling Clan, overlord of this region?"
"That's right! Old Li Head, has your heart been stirred?"
"Hahaha!" the middle-aged cultivator joked.
"No wonder so many people have gathered here so early in the morning."
"Huang Daoyou, you may laugh, but this old man truly is tempted. If I weren't already over ninety, I really would go."
"If I were lucky enough to marry a Ling Clan woman, I would never have to worry again for the rest of my life."
"I heard that even Early-Stage Qi Training cultivators of the Ling Clan receive five spirit stones in monthly salary, along with additional pills. All told, they receive goods worth at least a dozen spirit stones each month."
"That benefit alone earns more than us miserable independent cultivators do after