Bai Lan swept her gaze over the surrounding stalls.
"How about this? Throw in a few chickens, ducks, pigs, cows, and the like, and I'll grit my teeth and pay the five hundred Spirit Stones altogether."
These animals were not spirit beasts. They had merely been raised in the cultivation world, feeding on grass and fodder imbued with spiritual energy, and gradually gained a trace of spirituality.
Most importantly, their meat was far more delicious. Some of the impurities contained in ordinary chicken and duck meat had been shed, while a few traces of spiritual power had been added. They were very popular among Qi Refining stage cultivators and often appeared on the meal trays of sects and cultivation clans.
"That could work. These chickens and ducks were originally meant for some third-rate little sect, but who would've thought..." The shopkeeper clapped his hands. "Heh, when I went to check yesterday, I found that sect had already become ruins. No idea who wiped them out. Scared the life out of me."
"This batch of chickens, ducks, pigs, and cows has been stuck in my hands ever since. I've been eating meat every meal these past few days, and I'm nearly sick of it."
Bai Lan put on a surprised expression. "Their sect was destroyed? It must have been devil cultivators!"
"It was definitely Evil Cultivators! Whoever did it had no morals at all. They didn't even deal with the corpses—quite a few Storage Bags were still hanging from the bodies." As he spoke, the shopkeeper's expression turned sorrowful again. "I wanted to go in and help them handle the remains. Even if we cultivators don't care about what happens after death, we should at least cremate those fallen fellow Daoists. Unfortunately, I couldn't get in."
Bai Lan's eyes immediately lit