After the frenzy of snapping up spirit pills and talismans had passed, Wang Daoyuan finally had time to stroll through the market.
At this moment, the wave of families selling off supplies had only just begun.
In order to secure a Foundation Establishment Pill at auction, every family had brought out things they would ordinarily be reluctant to sell. Rogue Cultivators and family disciples setting up street stalls had also begun appearing throughout the market.
Especially those families whose Foundation Establishment Cultivators had fallen in battle—they practically wished they could dig up and sell their own spirit veins.
Of course, that was somewhat exaggerated, but it was still far from the point of bringing out the treasures hidden at the bottom of their chests.
After all, the Netherworld Sect had announced that it would auction ten Foundation Establishment Pills in a year, and not even a month had passed. The various factions were only putting up less important items for sale; it was nowhere near the stage of smashing pots and selling iron.
Even so, the goods currently being sold in the market were nothing like what was normally available.
For example, First-Order Spirit Medicine and seeds for First-Order Spirit Medicine were absolutely nowhere to be found under ordinary circumstances, yet now they could be seen everywhere.
Wang Daoyuan walked out of the Pill Talisman Pavilion. Before he had gone more than a few steps along the main road outside, the sight before him left him stunned. All manner of First-Order Spirit Medicine, magic tools, talismans, and more were spread across street stalls and hawked aloud.
Had these people not been dressed differently, he would have suspected that he had somehow traveled back to the vegetable market of his previous life. Where was the bearing of cultivators now?
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