Luo Hongyi's days now ran like clockwork.
She ran her stall by day and cultivated by night, shuttling between the two.
Every jade slip she sold brought another measure of hope.
These were her capital for establishing herself here, and her only means of finding Si Chen and the others.
But she still sold only one or two things at a time. She had plenty of stock, but dared not sell much.
Although her cultivation had improved, her sense of security had not.
The Void Refining and Body Integration cultivators on the streets were still riddled with openings in her eyes.
But this was only the Lower Three Heavens.
What about the Middle Three Heavens?
The Upper Three Heavens?
This little strength was utterly insignificant in the Immortal Realm.
But she needed immortal crystals.
Lots of immortal crystals.
Two days ago, she had gone to ask about prices at the teleportation array. A single trip to the Middle Three Heavens cost two thousand low-grade immortal crystals per person.
Two thousand.
Far too expensive.
"I'm so poor..."
She squatted behind her stall, watching people come and go along the street, and sighed inwardly.
Occasionally, she thought of the Eastern Region, of those battles on the knife's edge between life and death in Mistveil Valley, of that ridiculous "supergroup of villains" performance in Great Yin.
What those experiences had tempered in her was something these cultivators, built up on spiritual energy, would never understand.
And something she absolutely could not lose.
Was that fellow Xie Changsheng gnawing on a rock-hard steamed bun in some corner, just like her?
Zhou Yan was so clever. He should be all right.
Song Chi... if he did not rein himself in a little, things might turn out pretty badly for him, right?
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