This Was What a True Secret Realm Was Like

Crimson Cloud Heaven, Falling Maple Immortal City.

The sky had been gloomy since morning, and it was not until afternoon that a light drizzle began to fall.

Countless strands of rainwater gathered along the rooftops, trickled through the gaps, and then fell from the eaves, hanging like threads and forming a flowing, transparent curtain of rain.

Su Fan strolled along the streets of Falling Maple Immortal City, occasionally stepping into the shops on either side.

After arriving in Falling Maple Immortal City yesterday, he had not been in a hurry to leave. Instead, he had found an inn in the city and settled down.

This journey had been far too long. He wanted to rest here for a few days and replenish some supplies in the city.

He also wanted to deal with the useless supplies in his possession. He had accumulated countless spoils of war.

The Falling Maple Sect's once-a-decade grand selection was currently underway, and countless cultivators from within a hundred thousand miles had gathered in Falling Maple Immortal City.

The streets in the city and the shops lining both sides were packed with people. No matter where one went, the crowds surged like a tide.

This had driven prices in the city sky-high. It was said that the prices of all kinds of cultivation resources had soared, and even inn rates had more than tripled.

Su Fan planned to take advantage of this opportunity to sell his spoils of war at a good price.

With so many spoils, setting up a stall at one of the rogue cultivator markets in the city was obviously impractical. He could only sell them through a few relatively large shops.

Su Fan had spent nearly a day wandering around the city. He had more or less figured out the market and