After Lu Qing blended in here and arrived at this entirely new market, it was not as if he had encountered no appraising gazes.
Clad in black robes, with a cold face and an air of Killing Intent swirling around him that warned others not to provoke him, he openly exuded the aura of the Violet Palace realm.
As he walked through the streets, some gazes withdrew from afar as soon as they caught sight of him, afraid he would take them for fat sheep.
After all, Lu Qing now looked even more like a bandit cultivator than an actual bandit cultivator.
When he passed several stalls, vigilance flashed deep in the stall owners' eyes. Though they wore smiles, Lu Qing naturally saw their forced wariness.
"The cultivation atmosphere here truly is quite different."
In other places, most cultivators concealed their fierce and vicious sides. Yet here, every passerby carried an air of savagery.
He looked toward the divinatory sign in his mind. The omen of peace and safety still hung high, clearly indicating that those minor mishaps along the way were no longer worth appearing in the omen.
After all, to him now, they did not even count as battles.
People often descended from the sky above Evil Mountain Market; there were no rules prohibiting flight.
Some places in the market had resident guards, while others did not. Evil Mountain Market naturally had resident disciples, since there was a branch of an earth vein here.
When this market had first been established, it had most likely been because the spiritual energy here was richer than elsewhere.
The first thing Lu Qing needed to do upon arriving was find the local resident disciple.
The Evil Mountain resident's dwelling was easy to find. When the sect disciple heard that someone had