After Xue Fuyao spent another few days cultivating single-mindedly in her room, the day the Ghost Market opened finally arrived.
Following the directions, she left the City Lord's Mansion after nightfall.
On the way, she disguised herself as an unremarkable, stubbly middle-aged man, her eyes hidden behind disheveled hair, while fully revealing her cultivation.
Although private fighting was forbidden in the Ghost Market, people would easily look down on her if her cultivation was too low.
Only after doing all this did she arrive at the entrance to the Ghost Market.
"So this is the entrance to the Ghost Market. It doesn't look like anything special."
A clear voice rang out behind her to the left.
Glancing back, she saw a dozen or so unfamiliar cultivators slowly approaching. There were men and women among them, all dressed in splendid clothes, clearly of extraordinary backgrounds, forming a stark contrast with Xue Fuyao's current appearance.
However, she did not pay them much attention. First, she entered a dilapidated-looking house nearby and bought a cloak and mask that could conceal her aura from the person inside.
The first rule for those entering the Ghost Market was to conceal their true names.
Address one another by aliases. Ask neither cultivation nor origins nor where anyone came from. Those who revealed their true identities would be expelled from the Ghost Market, and their treasures confiscated.
Those who did not wish to spend money buying these could also use their own.
Although Xue Fuyao had her own, she still chose to pay. The reason was simple: everyone did so, and the cloaks and masks crafted by the Ghost Market were of excellent quality. Five thousand Spirit Stones was a very reasonable price.
Especially since Xue Fuyao wanted Gold Ghost Tea, this also counted as a different