Su Fan arrived outside the valley, but standing there, he could see nothing but a dense fog.
Just as he was at his wit's end, several figures emerged from the fog.
All of them had fierce, menacing faces, and violent auras radiated from their bodies. At a glance, they were clearly not people to provoke.
Su Fan hurriedly cupped his hands toward them and said, "Fellow Daoists, is this Black Wind Stockade..."
The leading cultivator, a late-stage Nascent Soul Realm expert, swept him a sinister glance.
"Entering Black Wind Stockade costs five hundred Spirit Crystals. Staying inside for a day costs ten Spirit Crystals..."
Damn, what a rip-off.
Ordinary cultivators really couldn't afford to come to a place like this.
Only desperate criminals who had committed bloody massacres and had nowhere else to go would come here to seek refuge.
Su Fan took out a Storage Ring and tossed it over. The other party caught it and swept it with his Spiritual Sense.
"Kid, let me make this clear before you go in. Once you enter Black Wind Stockade, keep your head down. If you dare cause trouble here, I'll tear you apart alive..."
After saying that, the other party tossed over a jade talisman, then turned and walked into the fog.
Su Fan picked up the jade talisman and glanced at it. Then, holding it up, he stepped toward the fog ahead. The moment he entered the mist, the scene before him suddenly opened up.
Not far ahead, a simple stockade came into view inside the valley.
Su Fan walked into the stockade, looking around as he went.
There was only one main street here, with rows of shops on both sides. Business looked bleak everywhere, with hardly anyone patronizing them.
Only the buildings in the center of the