Tianluo

Chen Lin arrived at the inn and paid for a year's stay.

They did not use Spirit Stones here. Instead, everything was bartered, even lodging. To avoid drawing attention, he paid with a piece of Metal Ore.

During his visits to the shops, he had seen Metal Ore traded more often than anything else. Its value was moderate, while other goods were less common.

He had also learned what those tree stumps were for: making weapons!

And weapons made from those stumps were no ordinary things. They could injure Bizarre Creatures like the Woodcutter, while ordinary weapons and even Magical Tools could not.

Such weapons even had a name of their own.

Divine Weapons!

Bizarre Creatures like the Woodcutter had a name too: the Tianluo Race.

The cultivators had not given them that name. The creatures called themselves that, and it seemed to have something to do with their beliefs.

The Tianluo Race possessed many strange abilities. Chief among them, they could ignore language barriers and communicate with anyone. No treasure could harm them except a Divine Weapon, and when they wielded one themselves, no defense worked unless it was met with another Divine Weapon.

That made Divine Weapons immensely valuable here. No wonder cultivators risked digging up tree stumps. It was dangerous, but the rewards for success were considerable.

That did not mean conventional cultivator treasures had no market. They might be useless against the Tianluo Race, but they were far from useless: what could not kill a monster could still kill a person.

Conversely, Divine Weapons worked against monsters but posed little threat to cultivators.

Each had its strengths. It depended on how they were used.

The cultivators here might have been reduced to living in Earth Caves, but conflict still broke out. Entire caves had been wiped