On the twenty-sixth day of the tenth month, Yuangguang Calendar year 5503, autumn rain fell without end.
With a flash of flight light, Zhao Yi returned to Linghua Island.
He headed straight for the pavilion in the mountains, where Liu Yu and the others were already waiting.
"Eldest senior brother!"
"Senior brother!"
They all greeted him with bows.
Zhao Yi nodded and looked at Liu Yu. "Who's going?"
"Senior brother, you, me, and Wang Qing-the three of us!"
Zhao Yi nodded. "Let's go!"
The three boarded the Bamboo Boat, and Zhao Yi reached out to put the several sacks of spirit rice piled on the ground into his Storage Bag!
Only Li Hai and Wang Ping remained on the island!
By noon, they had reached Yunsha Market.
It was Zhao Yi's first visit to the market.
Around a hundred vessels of all sizes lay moored in the harbor. Rogue cultivators and mortals lived together on the island. What a bustling sight it was.
"Where did the mortals on the island come from?"
"They all gathered here of their own accord from nearby islands."
"Oh! I really didn't expect Yunsha Market to be this lively! Is it usually this crowded?"
Liu Yu shook his head. "I don't know. Ask Wang Qing! He and Li Hai have quite a reputation in Yunsha Market now-even throughout the Yunsha Sea Region!"
"Oh? Really?"
"Haha! To tell you the truth, eldest senior brother, every shopkeeper in Yunsha Market has to greet me when they see me!"
Wang Qing chuckled.
"What good deed did you do?"
Liu Yu continued, "Naturally, it's because of their fearsome reputation. Last year, a group of demon-hunting cultivators came to Yunsha Market and bullied the merchants and lorded it over the market. They even killed a rogue cultivator without cause. Those