With the crowds pouring in, this might be an opportunity for me.
A thought stirred in Lin Changheng's mind.
More people meant more than a gathering of sheer numbers. It also meant a flow of resources.
Those resources included cultivators' personal holdings, which might find their way onto the market, as well as supplies merchants had deliberately gathered and brought in to seize the chance for profit.
There would be far more variety and abundance than usual.
The pills and spirit stones he currently held were worth nearly twenty-eight hundred spirit stones in total.
Had he not spent so much on regular purchases of demonic beast essence blood, that figure would have long since surpassed three thousand.
But Lin Changheng felt no reluctance to spend. He simply had nowhere to spend it at present. Otherwise, he would not have felt the slightest pang even if he spent it all in one go, so long as it went toward something useful.
Now was an excellent opportunity to spend.
In truth, that sum was not particularly large when he worked out the details. The thousand portions of [Lantern Grass Spirit] essence blood he would purchase from the Liu Family over five years would cost twenty-four hundred low-grade spirit stones, even with a discount!
He had to balance earning spirit stones with spending them.
Six or seven days passed on the road.
At the entrance to the Desolate Ruins Market, Lin Changheng gazed at the packed crowds, the ceaseless traffic of carts and horses, and the flying boats streaming back and forth high overhead. Even he felt dazzled by the sight.
It was truly flourishing beyond anything he had ever seen!
Lin Changheng parted ways with the caravan and the female cultivator, paid his spirit stones with practiced ease, and headed straight