Lin Chen rested for a night at Breeze Pavilion. Early the next morning, he pushed open the window, and Flowing Cloud City's distinctive clamor swept into the room with the fresh morning breeze. Unlike Cold Water City's frontier air, the atmosphere here seemed suffused with a faint spiritual aura, along with the prosperity and vitality unique to a great city. He did not rush to cultivate. Having only just arrived, familiarizing himself with the surroundings and understanding the local cultivation world's ecology were more important.
After washing up, Lin Chen left the inn. He had no particular destination and simply followed the crowd toward the liveliest area of the city. Flowing Cloud City's streets were broad and level, with drastically varied architecture lining both sides—ancient, elegant towers stood alongside peculiar shops built from special materials and shimmering with a faint glow. Pedestrians flowed back and forth, and many possessed cultivation. Cultivators of the Qi Condensation Realm were everywhere, while from time to time, he could sense the powerful aura of a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator flashing past. This made Lin Chen even more cautious.
He soon arrived at a vast district in the east of the city. This was East Market, Flowing Cloud City's largest cultivator market. Before he had even truly entered, the sounds within were already boiling over. Hawkers' cries, haggling voices, the light chime of magical artifacts colliding, the exotic fragrance of pills, the fresh scent of spiritual herbs... countless streams of information surged toward him like a flood, battering his senses.
Lin Chen took a deep breath, suppressing the faint excitement in his heart, and slowly entered the market. Unlike the scattered stalls of Cold Water City, this market was meticulously laid out, with shops standing in rows and stalls scattered among them like stars. From