Song Wen passed several shops selling the corpses and souls of demonic beasts and cultivators, but ultimately entered none of them.
Even if he spent all the million-plus superior spirit stones he carried, the souls he bought would probably still fall short of what Shadow Void needed to advance.
Besides, for a dignified Mahayana cultivator to spend every last spirit stone he possessed would be rather unseemly.
With that thought, Song Wen decided to find another way to obtain souls.
After a moment's consideration, Song Wen entered a secluded alley.
When he emerged, he wore a brocade robe and held a folding fan, looking every bit the elegant young gentleman.
Song Wen strolled leisurely down the street, glancing here and there.
A little under an hour later, he finally reached the area where rogue cultivators set up their stalls.
"Young master, would you care to buy something? I have some excellent spirit herbs here." A seductive woman in revealing clothes batted her eyes at Song Wen. It was hard to tell whether she was selling the spirit herbs on her stall or herself.
"Young master, do take a look at my pills. These are all excellent fourth- and fifth-tier pills, freshly refined in recent days," said a kindly looking old man.
"Young master, need a magical treasure? Only thirty percent of the market price." A shifty-eyed man spoke in a low voice. Clearly, the magical treasures he peddled had dubious origins.
Song Wen ignored every sales pitch with a faint smile on his face, stopping only when he reached a stall selling demonic beast corpses and souls.
He glanced over the goods on display. Their tiers were considerable: parts taken from fifth- through seventh-tier demonic beasts, such as eagle claws, giant python fangs, and beast cores, suitable for refining various