Green Bamboo Mountain Market.
Although the Secret Realm's chaos had caused grievous casualties, the Market's bustle had not diminished in the slightest.
There were even large numbers of outside Rogue Cultivators pouring in. Some had made fortunes amid the chaos, while others had died and vanished from the Dao, their entire fortunes becoming wedding clothes for others.
"Fragments of treasures from the Secret Realm! Come take a look!"
Having just arrived on East Street, the disguised Lin Chang'an saw the bustling hawkers and was rendered speechless.
In this chaos, every demon and monster had crawled out of the woodwork. Secret Realm treasure fragments, cultivation techniques—countless fakes were being passed off as genuine. It had only been a few days.
It seemed every stall owner had become one of the Secret Realm's lucky survivors.
Among them, he spotted the old man who had once sold him a fake talisman inheritance.
"More and more outside Rogue Cultivators are coming in. They're all here with their eyes on the Secret Realm."
Lin Chang'an shook his head, lowered his conical hat, and continued browsing the Market for anything he fancied.
Suddenly, his footsteps halted before a stall. He stared blankly at a damaged Blazing Fire Blade lying atop it.
"Looks like this opportunity did not descend upon Meat-Selling Old Luo."
This magical tool had belonged to Meat-Selling Old Luo. Since it had appeared here, its owner's fate was easy to imagine.
At that moment, the burly black-clad cultivator behind the stall, his face covered, rasped, "Fellow Daoist, have you taken a fancy to some treasure?"
His voice was low and carried a bloodthirsty, dangerous edge. Yet upon sensing it, the disguised Lin Chang'an merely snorted coldly.
In an instant, the terrifying aura of the Qi Refining Late Stage crashed down upon the other man,