Several days later, Fang Qianyuan and Old Nine arrived at Mo City, five thousand li away.
This was a Grade-B City connecting Xilan City and Shangyang City. With its spirit mines exhausted and its aristocratic clans in decline, various powers had moved in. Instead, this convergence of forces had turned it into a thriving hub for merchants and travelers.
Old Nine had indeed come here to trade-or, more precisely, to make money.
Rogue cultivators like them often doubled as traveling merchants, buying and selling goods between two places to earn a meager profit while exploring secluded places, seeking out mysteries, and roaming far and wide.
Fang Qianyuan had once taken advantage of his right as a Heavenly Dao Alliance constable to use Teleportation Arrays for free, trading on the side to pocket the difference in prices. Even now, some of his former subordinates were still doing this for him, so he naturally understood the reasons behind it.
As far as he knew, merchant associations disliked handling goods that took enormous effort to collect and select yet yielded little profit. This gave rogue cultivators opportunities to pick up overlooked bargains and make money.
But they lacked convenient means of traveling between places and usually had to rely on spirit creatures and their own two legs. Thus, this was also known as running trade routes.
This time, however, Old Nine apparently had not been hunted because someone had spotted the goods he carried. Rather, he had struck a vein of good fortune during his travels and searched the corpse of a dead sect disciple.
Old Nine was extremely wary. He had not revealed the full story to Fang Qianyuan and instead complained repeatedly, insisting that he had suffered a tremendous loss.
Yet Fang Qianyuan vaguely sensed that this was merely an excuse