What a land—what simple, honest people it raised.
A hundred times out of a thousand—was there going to be a thousand times out of ten thousand next?
Looking at the cultivator who was practically fuming from all seven orifices, Li Su was certain that if this were not Human Sect territory, the man would not have survived three seconds.
He continued forward, looking around as he went.
It had been a long time since he had experienced anything like this. With martial force restricted, all sorts of amusing incidents had happened along the way.
For example, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, sweating profusely as he watched a Golden Core cultivator fail to make talismans ten times in a row, had marched right up and grabbed the other man's collar. "Do you even know how to do this?"
There were also Golden Core cultivators who had been scammed and came looking for trouble. Since they could not fight, they could only curse their heads off—only to lose the shouting match too...
Then there were those whose techniques were so terrible they were painful to watch, yet who wore utterly confident expressions. Though they had clearly failed, they would matter-of-factly blame the materials, explaining it with great seriousness: "Yours were gathered from the north and south, while these came from the southwest. There are subtle differences in their minute components, which caused the failure."
If Li Su had not known artifact forging well enough to recognize that the man simply had not hammered it enough during casting, leaving the structure too unstable, he might actually have believed him.
There were even brokers, relying on silver tongues to bring customers to others. After the deal was done and it came time to split the proceeds, the person who had brought in the customer would