Li Chengjie wasted no time, changing into a clean set of clothes.
His destination was clear—the market.
This makeshift market, located within the Flowing Cloud Sect's frontline encampment, could not compare to the prosperity of Falling Cloud City, but though the sparrow was small, it had all five vital organs.
With the battlefield so close at hand, consumables and life-saving items such as pills, Talismans, and Dharma Artifacts were in enormous demand, so their prices naturally rose with the tide.
Li Chengjie strolled along streets made up of tents and crude wooden structures, his gaze sweeping over the signs hanging outside the shops on both sides.
"Hundred Herbs Hall," "Divine Weapon Pavilion," "Myriad Talisman Residence"... After a brief moment of consideration, he headed toward Profound Truth Hall, the largest-looking and most popular establishment.
As he lifted the heavy soundproof cloth curtain, a familiar scent of cinnabar and Spirit Ink, mingled with faint spiritual power, washed over him.
The shop's interior was considerably more spacious than it appeared from outside. All kinds of Talismans were displayed along the counters, spiritual light glimmering around them as runes flickered in and out of view. Several cultivators were already browsing within, speaking in low voices with the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper was a lean old man who looked to be over fifty, his eyes carrying the shrewdness of a seasoned merchant. His cultivation level was around the Ninth Level of Qi Refining.
The moment he saw Li Chengjie enter, he immediately greeted him with a professionally enthusiastic smile.
"This fellow Daoist looks unfamiliar. Is this your first visit to our humble shop? Please, come in! What Talismans do you need? Not to boast, but if the Talismans at our Myriad Talisman Residence rank second in quality in this frontline camp, no one would dare claim