Hanging Bamboo Market lay beyond the Jade Bamboo Mountains. It was one of the Five Aggregates Sect's external markets, a place where countless rogue cultivators and cultivators from sects across the land came and went.
Yet to enter this market, one had to pass through a vast bamboo forest of towering, upright stalks. Any mortal who wandered in by mistake could only lose their way within it.
A cool breeze swept past, and the bamboo grove swayed gently, producing rhythmic chimes like exquisite music drifting through the air.
When rogue cultivators and sect disciples of every stripe saw a figure approaching, their expressions changed in shock. They hurriedly cupped their hands and made way, but the man merely smiled back at each of them, exceptionally amiable, with a Black Ox spirit beast led by a rope at his side.
He wore the blue-gray robes of the Five Aggregates Sect. He had to be a Foundation Establishment cultivator of that great sect!
Beyond the bamboo forest, the view suddenly opened up. Countless orderly rows of pavilions came into sight. The market was bustling, and small auctions were held from time to time.
The rogue cultivators all carried vigilance in their eyes. Though the market itself was safe, the outside world was another matter entirely. Every one of them hurried along.
Chen Xun smiled faintly, as though he had seen his former self. Back then, they too seemed to have lived such a hand-to-mouth life, never knowing whether they would see tomorrow.
"Moo~" Black Bull looked around. They were big shots now too. This feeling really was different.
No one dared look at them strangely anymore, and everyone's expressions held respect. Black Bull could not help wagging its tail. This was truly comfortable.
"Old Bull, let's go. He's at the sect's talisman