The layout of the Ancient Wilderness Ark was somewhat similar to Soul-Repelling City. Its outermost ring consisted of ordinary rooms, without courtyards—just bare, simple rooms.
A little farther in were courtyards with a single compound.
Beyond those were two-compound courtyards, three-compound courtyards, small palaces, and large palaces.
For those who possessed a Grotto-Heaven, the difference between these palaces and courtyards was not actually that great.
But those differences also concerned the strength of the spirit veins and the degree of protection available when danger struck.
Thus, their prices differed enormously as well.
At that moment, three or four people were discussing matters inside one courtyard.
As the door opened, all of them rose involuntarily.
"Business has arrived. A fat sheep whose fellow disciples were just slaughtered wants to return to Soul-Repelling City alone. A few stewards from the Heavenly Sound Sect tricked him aboard." The speaker was the cultivator who called himself Ma Jun.
He had not lied when he introduced himself to Ye Zhijian as Ma Jun. He simply had another resounding Daoist title: Daoist Tiger Glutton.
Nor was there anything false about his claim that he had visited the Wildlands Continent four times.
They rarely took risks. Their targets were cultivators heading to the Wildlands Continent to seek adventure. They killed those cultivators, found somewhere to hide, then waited for the Ancient Wilderness Ark to return to the city. It was a sure-profit venture with no losses.
After all, even a single spirit treasure could fetch a considerable price.
"What's his cultivation?" the visibly more seasoned cultivator among them asked.
"Big Brother, early Spirit Transformation. He won't delay us from slaughtering the other two fat sheep!" Ma Jun promptly replied.
"Good!" The seasoned cultivator nodded.
They did not fear a meager haul, but they did fear unforeseen trouble.