Most of the cultivators who frequented the Yellow Mountain Market Ward were rogue cultivators, and their cultivation levels were generally low.
Of these so-called rogue cultivators, half were heirs to minor schools whose legacies were on the verge of dying out, or descendants of fallen cultivation lineages. The other half were ordinary people who had chanced upon cultivation methods and, fumbling their way forward alone, stumbled into the cultivation world.
Most of these rogue cultivators had low cultivation levels and could only linger in the Qi Refining Period. Thus, sect and lineage cultivators had always held them in little regard, looking down on them much as wealthy households in the mundane world scorned impoverished, fallen families.
Rogue cultivators were weak, as scattered as loose sand, unable to unite and isolated in their struggles. They usually trusted only themselves and placed their own interests first.
Each harbored their own schemes, leaving them utterly incapable of competing with cultivation sects and lineages. As a result, over ninety percent of the cultivation world's resources were controlled by major sects and powerful lineages, making every step a struggle for rogue cultivators. To some extent, this was also what made most of them selfish and self-serving.
At Liu Yu's flying speed, covering the two hundred-odd li from Cold Moon City to the Yellow Mountain Market Ward took less than four hours. What greeted his eyes was a valley shrouded in mist.
Despite its name, the Yellow Mountain Market Ward actually lay inside a valley. As for the mist enveloping it, that was merely the work of a formation, one with little power beyond keeping ordinary mortals out.
Liu Yu brought his escape light down, took a Voice-Transmitting Talisman from his Storage Bag, and held it to his lips, murmuring a few words. Then he tossed