The next day, Moonwatch City's market remained in the midst of its final burst of bustling activity. Lu Xiaotian walked along the street, watching the busy figures around him with no small measure of emotion. These Rogue Cultivators struggled along the path of joining the great immortal sects, like a thousand armies and ten thousand horses crossing a single-plank bridge. In the end, only a tiny fraction would make it across. Those who failed had no more than a hundred years of lifespan; to cultivators, that passed in the blink of an eye.
Even more miserable were those Rogue Cultivators who had become heaps of dry bones in the Moonwatch Mountains.
Lu Xiaotian soon shook his head with a laugh. A Foundation Establishment Pill was incomparably precious. Even after entering an immortal sect, with thousands upon thousands of Qi Refining cultivators within, one might not necessarily obtain one with ease. Where would he find the leisure to worry about others?
"Selling the hide of a Second-Order Demon Beast, a Black-Spotted Snake! Excellent material for making leather armor!"
"How many Spirit Stones for the Black-Spotted Snake hide?" Lu Xiaotian smiled as he watched Luo Qing crouching beside the street, busily tending to her stall. A fine sheen of sweat had formed on her forehead, and a few strands of dark hair were slightly disheveled. She seemed to have arrived quite early and had likely been busy for some time. Lu Xiaotian felt a trace of fondness for this young woman, who struggled in the cultivation world yet still retained her original heart.
"Twenty-two Spirit Stones. If you truly want it—eh, Brother Lu!" Luo Qing had been lowering her head to arrange the spiritual items on her stall and answered out of habit. Then she realized the voice sounded familiar. Looking up