Just after leaving Bright Moon Pavilion, Chi Mei sent a voice transmission to Jiang Hao's primordial spirit. "Master, I discovered that old man left a trace of his aura on you."
Jiang Hao smiled faintly. "It seems he has set his sights on me. Heh."
As he walked, he pondered the matter, then sent a divine-sense transmission to Sha Xin the Monk and made some arrangements.
Jiang Hao continued wandering around the market.
The Immortal Book Tower sold cultivation techniques, spells, formations, even medical texts. Jiang Hao took a look and found that the cultivation techniques and spells for sale were all commonplace goods. With Mount Shu behind him, he naturally lacked none of those things.
The artifact shop was filled with Spirit Artifacts. Jiang Hao asked the shopkeeper whether they had any immortal artifacts, even damaged ones. The shopkeeper sneered. "Even damaged immortal artifacts are priceless treasures. How could they possibly be displayed here for sale?"
"If you're lucky, someone might bring out one or two immortal artifacts for auction each year. But do you think they would end up in your hands?"
Jiang Hao could tell that although immortal artifacts were rare, one or two still found their way out each year.
After lingering in the market for another two hours or so, Jiang Hao left through the city gate and flew south.
After flying more than five hundred li in succession, several figures suddenly appeared ahead and blocked Jiang Hao's path. Jiang Hao stopped warily.
He looked at the people before him. Each had a vicious face and a strange appearance. He could not tell whether they were ghosts, monsters, or demons.
"Hehehehe, brat, leave behind your immortal artifacts, magic treasures, pills, Spiritual Materials, and your Nascent Soul," said the fellow in the middle with an enormous