Mortal Cultivation: Who Can Be More Sinister Than Me?
Chapter 1200

Black Clouds Overhead

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Tancang Market.

Song Wen, disguised as a handsome young master, stood in the air, his gaze sweeping over the market that spanned merely twenty or thirty li.

The market's layout was haphazard, with scattered buildings and winding streets.

Song Wen had come here because Tancang Market was the closest human city to Azure Cloud Ridge.

Azure Cloud Ridge lay in the southwestern corner of Southern Nether Province. Though it was hundreds of millions of li away from Taitan City, it still fell under Jade Spirit Palace's jurisdiction.

Compared to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion located in the northwestern region of Southern Nether Province, Azure Cloud Ridge was incomparably closer.

If the information Mi Man had provided was true, he might truly be able to find those Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion cultivators and obtain the True Yang Grass from them, sparing Song Wen the journey across mountains and rivers to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

Those from the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion would likely pass through this place to enter Azure Cloud Ridge. Even if they had not come here, Song Wen could still gather some intelligence in the market. After all, many cultivators who came and went through the market were headed for Azure Cloud Ridge and might have encountered those people from the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion there.

After casually asking around on the streets, Song Wen arrived at the largest shop in the market.

The moment he entered, a maidservant came forward to greet him.

"May I ask what this senior wishes to purchase?"

Song Wen wore an arrogant expression and did not even glance at the maidservant.

"Your cultivation is too low. You are not qualified to receive this young master. Call your manager."

Sensing the vast aura emanating from Song Wen, how could the maidservant, who

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