In December, it snowed every day at the Drowning Dao Lower Court.
Wind and snow swept through, and both the Lower Court and the Market Ward were exceptionally lively.
The cultivators who gathered wind- and snow-type essences were in high spirits every day.
The spirit monsters in the mountains also came to work in the Market Ward because of the wind and snow, earning some green beetles to get through the cold winter.
This year, there was especially plentiful work in the Market Ward:
Every day, funerals needed large numbers of spirit monsters to wail in mourning and carry coffins.
At first, Wang Quan was still very busy, handling a funeral every day.
He constantly ventured in and out of remote mountain forests, encountering anomalies every few days.
Most anomalies were not very bright and frequently stirred up trouble.
Wang Quan did not indulge them. Although he had not been paid, he still wiped them out along the way, accumulating some yin virtue.
A small number of smarter anomalies vanished like a wisp of smoke once they realized he was not someone to provoke.
But after working busily until the middle of the month, he suddenly found himself with little to do.
That was because many cultivators had caught on and begun learning spells involving feng shui, earth veins, and rituals to run funeral businesses.
Many of them had only hastily learned a few spells before noisily scrambling for business.
They specifically hoodwinked New-Method Cultivators, snatched up their business, and hurriedly buried their clients.
As for whether those clients would turn into anomalies later, no one cared.
After all, that was a matter for the future.
Making money right now was the surest path.
Moreover:
If the deceased became anomalies and caused trouble, they could step forward and make another