The tribal market bustled with voices, thronged with people everywhere.
Lu Changsheng followed behind Little Medicine Immortal, his gaze inconspicuously sweeping over the stalls on either side. The market of the Tuoba Tribe was utterly different from the trading districts of the lower realm's cultivation world. There were no dazzling magical treasures, no fragrant spirit pills. All it had was a rough, primitive, ancient air.
Moreover, the items on the stalls looked strange and bizarre, and Lu Changsheng could not name most of them.
Some vendors sold bone clubs polished from entire demon beast leg bones, their shafts carved with twisted patterns. They felt heavy in the hand, faintly exuding a ferocious baleful aura. Others sold curved blades forged from the red iron ore unique to the Gobi, their bodies dark red as blood and their edges gleaming with a ghostly chill.
There were also necklaces strung from all kinds of beast fangs. Each fang was as large as a thumb, polished smooth and gleaming, clinking brightly when worn around the neck.
What caught Lu Changsheng's attention most were the medicinal herbs. Many herbs laid out on the stalls were things he had never heard of in the lower realm—pitch-black poisonous grasses with sawtooth leaves, giving off a faint fishy odor; strange roots exposed above the ground, shaped like an infant's palm with dark-purple skin; and slices of dried beast meat in different colors, some dark red and some golden. They had clearly come from different demon beasts, and every slice contained considerable vitality and blood energy.
"These things..."
Lu Changsheng was secretly astonished. He had considered himself well-traveled and knowledgeable even in the lower realm, yet he had not even heard of many of the objects in this Tuoba Tribe market. This primitive tribe on the frontier of the