Wherever someone possessed a supreme treasure, a great slaughter was bound to follow. Chen Fan had long understood this principle, especially in the cultivation world where the strong reigned supreme—almost everyone understood it.
The Ancient City was now packed shoulder to shoulder, its streets bustling with traffic. Shops of every kind had already opened along both sides of the road, yet many cultivators had also set up temporary roadside stalls, hawking their wares at the top of their lungs. Times like these were when countless merchants made a fortune.
Whether healing elixirs, all manner of Talismans, or Spirit Tools for defense and attack, everything could be found here. Many people had brought out rare heavenly treasures that were scarcely seen even in the Earth Cultivation World to sell, but few showed any interest. After all, cultivators who had reached the Foundation Establishment Realm or the Qi Refining Ninth Layer had usually gone through countless missions and fortuitous encounters, and all possessed valuable treasures.
Chen Fan, on the other hand, was somewhat embarrassed. He had rarely entered the Heavenly Court Realm. If not for learning of the Bitter Sea Cliff Secret Realm this time, he would have regarded Heavenly Court as nothing more than a treasure vault—whenever he could not find something on resource-starved Earth, he would enter Heavenly Court to look for it.
Only after seeing how "wealthy" these cultivators were did Chen Fan realize that he was considered one of the poorest beings in this realm.
"Hey, kid, wait. There's a Spirit Treasure Pavilion over there. Don't you have that damaged Black Silk Treasure Armor? You can have it repaired there," the Green-feathered Bird suddenly transmitted.
Chen Fan paused and looked in the indicated direction. Sure enough, at the end of the street stood a grandly decorated storefront, its