Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 104 Lingxi Market
"However, there's something I need to remind you of."

Qin Xijun said, "Lingxi Fang is not the same as Lingyuanze Night Market. It is a mixed bag of people from all walks of life, and it is much more chaotic than the night market."

"If you're going, you'd better be careful."

Song Yan nodded.

The two chatted for a while, and the topic turned to their trip to Beiya Mountain.

Qin Xijun was amazed, especially when Cong Yuzhen was mentioned, she was even more impressed.

"The student surpasses the teacher..."

Upon further inquiry, it was discovered that Granny Qin and Cong Yuzhen's master were actually old friends.

Such coincidences are truly wondrous.

Not long after, he got up to take his leave.

I spent half a day wandering around Lingyuanze Market.

After purchasing the pills needed for his daily spiritual cultivation, as well as some other spiritual resources, he returned to Green Leaf Peak to continue his arduous cultivation.

Spiritual energy gradually becomes purer, and cultivation accumulates bit by bit.

Such tranquil cultivation is the norm on the path of cultivation.

Fleeting clouds pass before my eyes.

Before you know it, a month has passed.

It is about thirty or forty miles away from Dongyuan Sect, outside Lingxifang.

A cultivator with a stiff expression casually dispelled his wind-controlling spell and slowly approached.

This person wore a cloth robe, looked like a rogue cultivator, and his spiritual power level was about the sixth level of Qi Refining.

It was a Song banquet.

Today is the day of the Lingxifang auction that Granny Qin mentioned.

Before coming here, I made thorough preparations.

To avoid being targeted, they changed their appearance.

In fact, he had indeed struggled with whether or not to change his Dongyuan Sect disciple robe.

He now has some understanding of the dangers of the world, and has read many horrifying examples in the Records of Evil Cultivators.

Previously, at the Lingyuanze Night Market auction, I had seen two cultivators following another cultivator as he left.

They probably intend to kill and rob.

The factors involved here are actually quite complex.

Sometimes, if someone is wearing the robes of a disciple from a major sect, some less daring... or rather, more cautious cultivators will not come looking for trouble.

They were worried that someone had powerful backers and they would be hunted down.

But sometimes, the situation is reversed.

Some ruthless and desperate criminals wouldn't care about such a risk at all.

In fact, seeing the robes of a prominent sect might lead people to believe that the person is well-off and a fat sheep.

Therefore, he committed the murder.

After careful consideration, Song Yan finally decided to change into the attire of a wandering cultivator.

The main reason is that, regardless of the sect, everyone is well aware of the status of outer disciples.

It's highly unlikely that they have any powerful backers.

That would actually make them highly sought after by others.

He didn't have the guts to ask Senior Brother Lin Qing to borrow an inner disciple's robe to wear.

I had no choice but to become a wandering cultivator.

Stepping into Lingxi Market, there were quite a few people here.

Before leaving his sect, Song Yan naively thought that there weren't many independent cultivators, and that the cultivation world consisted mostly of disciples from sects of all sizes.

It was only later that it was discovered that the majority of cultivators were independent practitioners who had no opportunity to join a sect.

Lingxi Market is such a market, established by a group of independent cultivators under the guise of the prestigious Dongyuan Sect.

"..."

Following the address given to him by Granny Qin, he arrived at the east side of the market.

This... seems to be a tavern.

Even before you step inside, you can already smell the strong aroma of alcohol.

There weren't many cultivators coming and going here, and they all seemed to be in a hurry. When they passed by Song Yan, they didn't smell of alcohol on them.

After confirming it several times, I stepped inside.

"Oh, sir, please come in!"

The waiter, a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining, greeted someone warmly as they entered: "Would you like to have a drink here, or take it away?"

After a moment's thought, Song Yan slowly said, "I'd like a bowl of sixty-year-old Worry-Free Wine." The waiter was taken aback, his eyes darting around as he glanced at the surroundings before whispering:

"Sir, it's inconvenient for me to handle the Worry-Free Wine. Please come with me to the wine cellar and make it yourself."

He nodded and followed the waiter to the back courtyard of the main hall.

There is a pine tree in the backyard, and a small door across the ground next to it.

The waiter stepped forward and slowly opened the wooden door.

Below it is an opening that can only accommodate one person at a time, and below that is a staircase illuminated by dim light.

"..."

The waiter didn't say a single unnecessary word; he simply extended his hand to invite him inside.

Song Yan glanced at him, then cupped his hands in greeting, stepped into the cave entrance, and slowly descended.

The moment he fully entered the cave and the door above closed.

Suddenly, countless candles lit up before my eyes.

The orderly arrangement along the steps and corridors illuminates the entire small space.

"Why is Lingxifang holding an auction in such a secretive way?"

This auction is completely different from Lingyuanze Market.

Not only was the auction held in secret, but even cultivators who knew the information needed to give a "password" to be allowed to pass.

The Lingyuanze Auction House can be described as accepting almost anyone who comes.

But here, it seems as if they're afraid others will find out.

I don't know exactly how long I walked, nor did I encounter any other cultivators in this narrow corridor.

Finally, he could faintly hear some noise.

I quickened my pace slightly, and there was a curtain of silk blackout fabric in front of me.

Song Yan reached out and lifted the curtain.

This is an auction hall that isn't very large, and it's almost full of people now.

I'm late.

There were no particular rules; I just randomly found an empty seat on the edge and sat down.

He began to look around at the people.

There are quite a few cultivators who come to participate in such underground auctions, and they are completely unmasked.

I wonder if, like Song Yan, she wore a human skin mask, or if she used some other disguise method.

Some monks have very unique ways of concealing their faces.

For example, he saw a monk sitting to his left front, whose entire head was shrouded in a small cloud of mist.

He looked around and saw that besides the door he had come through, there were several other doors in the auction hall.

Song Yan judged that, including the tavern he had just come down from, there should be at least four places in the entire Lingxi Market that connect to the entrance of this auction.

As he looked around, he turned his head slightly and found a very small little girl sitting to his right.

Judging from his appearance alone, he looks like he's only a little over ten years old.

He appeared extremely "small" among the group of tall and strong cultivators.

The girl was wearing a Taoist robe underneath her clothes and no shoes, so she simply used the large chair there as a small bed.

She seemed to have been watching Song Yan for a while, staring at him and chuckling.

His laughter made him feel uneasy.

Adhering to the principle of "I will not offend others unless they offend me," Song Yan did not say a word, closed his eyes, and slowly regulated his breathing.

Waiting for the auction to begin.

"..."

I don't know how much time had passed when I heard a sound.

The sound came from the front, and someone walked onto the stage; perhaps the auctioneer was coming on stage.

There was also a faint airflow...

It sounds like breathing.

A faint fragrance...?
Open your eyes slowly.

In his field of vision were a pair of clear, light purple eyes; the girl was almost touching his nose.

Song Yan frowned: "What are you doing?!"

The girl giggled and returned to her seat, leaning on the armrest on her left: "Your face is fake."

"Hehehe... How interesting."

"When we get back to the sect, can you give me this face?"

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