The Sound of Wind and Cranes

When Qin Fengming first saw that peerlessly beautiful young woman, his heart had also fluttered like a startled deer. Yet he had not lost his composure, because another lovely figure had always occupied his heart.

Although he had only hastily seen that lovely figure twice, she had left an exceptionally deep imprint in his heart.

He had always been devoted to the Dao. As for the worldly pleasures between men and women, he naturally regarded them lightly, merely thinking of them now and then in his leisure.

The direction he was traveling in was not toward Manghuang Mountain, but toward a Marketplace less than ten thousand li away. Since the Young Master of the Ghost Nether Sect had been killed, he naturally wanted to make further inquiries and see exactly how much evidence the Ghost Nether Sect had against him.

To investigate this matter, he naturally had to seek a place where cultivators gathered. The Marketplace was undoubtedly the best location.

After entering the Foundation Establishment peak, the spirit tool he rode while flying was naturally much faster than before. A journey that had originally required several days took him only a little over a day before he arrived at the Marketplace.

After resting for three full days in a hidden place, Qin Fengming transformed his appearance into that of an old man in his fifties. Only then did he swagger into the Marketplace.

This Marketplace was no different from the others. Along both sides of the crisscrossing streets, shops belonging to various merchant alliances stood in neat rows. Cultivators streamed endlessly along the streets, showing that this place was indeed extremely prosperous.

Qin Fengming did not enter any of the shops. Instead, he followed the street straight to the auction house in the Marketplace.

An auction house was a