Nowadays, whenever the girl saw the open-air market, she would get so excited it was as if someone had injected her with chicken blood, then eagerly squeeze into the shoulder-to-shoulder crowds.
Whenever that happened, Su Fan was terribly depressed and could only accompany her as they wandered aimlessly around the bustling market.
The open-air market in Dongli Village was no different from those elsewhere in the Burial Demon Mountain Range. The stall owners were all Rogue Cultivators sitting on little folding stools, dressed in all sorts of ways.
Displayed before them were all kinds of messy junk: pills, spirit herbs, ores, seeds, magical artifacts, ancient texts—everything imaginable.
Su Fan had been born a Rogue Cultivator and had spent several years scraping by in open-air markets, so he knew all the tricks of the trade.
It was true that one could occasionally find a bargain in places like this, but the odds were exceedingly slim.
Many stall owners in open-air markets made a living by selling counterfeit goods and forgeries. Most of them even operated in groups, specifically preying on cultivators who dreamed of finding a bargain.
Things that looked ancient and enticing were actually supplied by specialized counterfeit workshops. Some fake goods and forgeries were so convincing that even high-level cultivators could not spot the flaws.
Many Rogue Cultivators repeatedly fell for such scams because of their greed, and once they were cheated, their losses were usually devastating.
Luo Xiwen browsed the open-air market for nearly half a day before finally leaving, completely satisfied.
The two of them casually found a hotel on the street, rented a Private Room, and ordered the establishment's signature Spirit Food.
While they waited for the food and wine to be served, Luo Xiwen took a large pile of junk out of her Storage Ring