Li Shuidao, dressed in a wide black robe, stood before the towering city gate and gazed up at the five characters carved into the wall: "Five Poisons Sect Marketplace." His heart brimmed with anticipation.
He had visited the market ruins many times, but this was his first time at a marketplace.
In the past, he had been too short on funds and knew that coming here would only bring him frustration. Now, with fifteen spirit stones in his Storage Bag, he had money in his pocket and felt no need to fret. He could take his time browsing.
As soon as he entered the cultivation marketplace, Li Shuidao felt the atmosphere was entirely different.
Crowds surged through the narrow streets, brushing past one another.
The first thing Li Shuidao noticed was the rows of stalls lining the streets.
The market ruins weren't the only place with street stalls; the marketplace had them too, and they were even more bustling.
The stalls were piled high with all manner of goods, a dazzling array that made the eyes swim.
Take medicinal herbs, for instance. The selection was broader than at the market ruins. Herbs unavailable there could be found here in abundance, such as Evergreen Grass. But the prices were considerably higher.
The Evergreen Grass here was probably cultivated, while the grass sold at the market ruins might have been gathered from the mountains of Poison Dragon Ridge.
Since living alone outside his cave abode, Li Shuidao had also come across quite a few medicinal herbs, though they were all ungraded poisonous plants. He had never seen Evergreen Grass.
An old Daoist had propped up a tattered banner beside his stall. It read, "Spirit Pills and Magical Artifacts for Sale," drawing the attention of many passing cultivators.
Unable to resist, Li Shuidao