Rare blossoms and jade trees, purple rosy cloud and crimson mist, spring rippling over the steps, feathered groves rustling-
Jade-green clouds gathered like canopies, condensing jeweled radiance; the Five Qi of the Dragon Han floated through the azure vastness.
After collecting a Jade Tally for the immortal market from the Daoists guarding the gate, he truly stepped inside.
He looked out.
An exquisite scene of immortals met his eyes, its sights wonderfully pleasing!
Though called a marketplace, this place was really no different from a great city, with teahouses and taverns, stone workshops and beast pens, eateries and brothels, studies and pawnshops.
Everything was present; nothing was lacking.
The streets within the immortal market were all paved with water-cloud stone from the depths of the Eastern Sea.
Beneath the sunlight, five colors shimmered in a haze, and misty vapor rose, making one feel as though walking on a rainbow bridge.
Clouds and mist wound softly around the body.
It had a secluded elegance all its own...
Those coming and going in the immortal market had all manner of appearances. Besides cultivators of the Immortal Dao, there were countless spirits, martial artists, scholars, novice monks, deities, and more.
For a time.
Heads crowded together, and calls to friends rose one after another, making for a lively scene.
Chen Heng had only glanced around when his gaze happened to meet another's.
Not far away, a tall young monk in a multicolored brocade kasaya was strolling casually through the immortal market with several other monks, admiring the scenery.
The young monk had red lips and white teeth, with exceptionally large ears that almost hung to his shoulders.
He carried neither a ringed staff nor prayer beads, only a demon-subduing monastic saber at his waist.
Even with the seven treasures adorning and concealing it,