Zhao Ziyue walked down the street, the familiar din washing over him. Although they were dozens of leagues beneath the earth, the buildings, crowds, and merchants here fell no whit short of any bustling major city in the cultivation world. Yet walking down the street, cutting through the bustling throngs, and looking at those varied faces, Zhao Ziyue inexplicably felt a chill creep over his body.
Well, without Manoo following at his side, he felt somewhat unaccustomed to it.
Fengdu City was unquestionably the hub of the Northern Wilderness. On one hand, Fengdu City was more prosperous than any underground city in the Northern Wilderness, with top-tier grand merchants from all across the realm maintaining branch shops here. The native Three Families Market, backed by the Eastern Branch of the Demonic Sect, had also flourished wildly, establishing one of the most authoritative black markets in the cultivation world. Every year on the opening day of Zhenhua Market, cultivators from all directions converged here, lacking neither Longevity True Men nor even higher-tiered big figures. Such influence—throughout the entire cultivation world, only three or five places could match it.
On the other hand, it was crazier than any city.
"Hahahaha, the broads of Lichun House, hey, yo-ho?"
A figure careened in from the side, zig-zagging and completely off balance. Zhao Ziyue stepped aside directly, and the newcomer landed flat on his ass. Just as he was about to fly into a rage, he inexplicably started laughing instead, holding up a cracked gourd toward Zhao Ziyue:
"Buddy, take a sip... Ugh!"
Holding the gourd, his hand suddenly went limp, and the cheap liquor inside spilled all over his head and face. Immediately afterward, the gourd dropped, and the man clutched his chest, rolled his eyes, and began to convulse violently.
Zhao Ziyue couldn't