Creak~
Only when the door opened did he realize they were in a small Daoist temple built atop a mountain. The place looked ancient overall, but the statue enshrined in the main room was not of the Three Pure Ones or the Four Emperors. Instead, it depicted a white-haired Daoist nun with a childlike face and enormous breasts, holding her Worn Sword reversed, a Red Umbrella hanging at her waist, her features suffused with divinity. Driven out of the room, Xie Jinhuan could hardly turn back to watch the older and younger women dress. He merely stood before the Main House, studying the White-Haired Immortal's statue, then turned to gaze at the rain-swept mountains. He felt like a Jianghu wanderer who had suddenly ascended to the immortal realm.
But although spiritual energy abounded here and precious materials lay everywhere, this place had little to do with the immortal realm.
From A Piao's rough explanation, he could provisionally understand this as a simulated trading market, where everyone was a dead soul whose account had been liquidated in reality.
He, Yang Huaxian, and the others, however, were living people who had opened positions with their entire fortunes. Although they could rise again after dying, once their funds went in and out, their cash would have been laundered into play-money tokens. At most, A Piao could let him cut his losses and exit, but the money he lost could not be recovered.
Still, the assets Yang Huaxian had brought in were real, so as long as he refined his soul, he could take them out...
Xie Jinhuan mulled this over, feeling it was much like his training on the Sea Island. Just as he was considering how to find Yang Huaxian amid the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the door beside him opened again.
Creak~