Cultivation: I can see the proficiency level

A magnificent sunrise over a sea of ​​clouds.

The morning sun shines in all directions.

The rising sun cast a brilliant film of light on Bai Jiuniang and Wang Mian, while also illuminating the entire massive Fallen Mountain behind Wang Mian.

Like staggered, stacked peaks, countless peaks of varying sizes together form the massive southern slope of Luopo Mountain.

Besides the southern slope, Luopo Mountain also has an eastern slope, a western slope, and a northern slope, all of which are composed of mountains of varying heights, guarding the main peak of Luopo Mountain.

Wang Mian rode on Bai Jiu Niang and flew from south to east towards the eastern foothills.

Looking down from the air, one can occasionally sense fleeting glimpses of cultivators below, their presence appearing in deep forests, on mountain ridges, by rivers, or in caves.

Along the way, one encounters only scattered monks.

This is true on the south slope and also on the east slope.

They walked and stopped until the sun set in the west. It was dusk when Wang Mian and Bai Jiuniang finally entered the eastern foothills. Under the twilight, the mountains on the eastern foothills were countless and no different from those on the southern foothills.

Finding a cultivation aura that was not much different from his, Bai Jiuniang slowly descended to the ground.

Not far away, there was a huge rock, three to five zhang high, covered with dense, large-leaved vines. The entrance to the cave was about ten zhang above the ground.

At this moment, a cultivator dressed in yellow, around thirty years old, stood at the cave entrance, holding a magic weapon, looking down at Wang Mian and Bai Jiuniang, the two uninvited guests, his face full of vigilance and defensiveness.

Just like back then, Wang Mian reacted to the female cultivator who suddenly visited Songlintan.

At that moment, to the yellow-robed cultivator, Wang Mian was no different from the female cultivator who had suddenly visited Songlin Pool that day.

"Fellow Daoist, what brings you here so suddenly?" he asked.

He could sense that Wang Mian was also a Qi Refining Level 3 cultivator, and their auras were not much different. What made him wary was Bai Jiuniang, who was beside Wang Mian.

The difference in their auras was enormous. If Bai Jiuniang's demonic power was likened to a strong man, then his magical power was like that of a child in comparison.

Wang Mian bowed and asked, "I apologize for disturbing your peaceful cultivation, fellow Daoist. May I ask how to get to this mountain market?"

Having lived in Songlintan on the southern slope for a long time, he only knew the location of the market town on the southern slope. Once he left the southern slope, he was completely in the dark and had to ask someone for directions to the market town.

Upon hearing this, his wariness lessened slightly.

After learning of Wang Mian's purpose, she pointed out the location of Dongluye City to him, as if she just wanted to get rid of Wang Mian as soon as possible.

"Thank you for showing me the way, fellow Daoist. I'll take my leave now." After expressing his gratitude, Wang Mian left without another word, riding on Bai Jiuniang's back.

If he lingers any longer, the other party will probably think he's plotting something.

The yellow-robed cultivator stared at the increasingly distant white dot for a long time before putting away his magical artifact, setting down the large vines that were obscuring the entrance, and closing the stone door of the cave.

Shiziji (柿子矶)

According to the yellow-robed monk, this is where the market is located.

As the sky gradually darkened, it took some effort to find the location of Shiziji. We passed through rows of large trees and stopped in front of an archway formed by two huge persimmon trees twisted together.

The stone tablet, embedded in the wood, bears the inscription "Kashiko Isano City".

The rough and simple feel of this desolate mountain is not much different from that of the wild market on the southern slope.

As soon as Wang Mian landed, elderly cultivators and newly initiated cultivators swarmed around him, eager to share their knowledge of the wild market and vie for the job of guiding him.

Such people can be found in any market town; most are cultivators with low cultivation levels or those who are very old and can only make a living by guiding others.

"Fellow Daoist, I have been living in the wilderness for a long time. If you need anything, I can guide you."

"Senior, this junior only needs two catties of spirit rice as payment."

"Fellow Daoist, I have deep friendships with the shopkeepers in the market, which can save me a lot of spirit stones."

"Senior, juniors get a discount too."

Many people, young and old, crowded around, and voices came from all directions. Wang Mian even heard several "senior"s, which gave him a strange feeling for a moment.

He's always the one calling others "senior," this is the first time he's been called "senior" by someone.

Pointing to the first young cultivator who addressed him as a senior and only asked for two catties of spirit rice, Wang Mian said, "Young fellow Daoist, you're the one. Take me to the wild market for a stroll."

This is his first time here. If someone can guide him and introduce him to the way, he will not only suffer less loss, but also save some effort and avoid some traps.

When Wang Mian pointed to someone, the others gradually dispersed. Many junior cultivators looked at the young boy who had been chosen by Wang Mian with disappointment and envy.

"This way, senior. I am Ning An. May I ask how I should address you, senior?" The young cultivator Ning An led the way, turning back to speak to Wang Mian as they walked.

Seeing that Wang Mian was not much older than him, yet possessed an aura of cultivation that was extremely profound for him, he addressed him as "senior."

Seeing that he was accompanied by a demonic pet, whose aura was even stronger, he guessed that Wang Mian might be a junior cultivator of some high level.

"My surname is Myanmar," Wang Mian casually made up.

As soon as he entered the wild market, he saw that it was similar to the one in the southern foothills, with few cultivators coming and going. Wang Mian thought of the bustling scene of the Luhua Ferry market.

In comparison, this place is quite deserted.

A few scattered shops have opened, selling elixirs, talismans, and magical artifacts, but they only have a few goods on display, giving the place a desolate appearance.

On this desolate mountain, most of the rogue cultivators rarely come to the wild market unless they have no other choice. They would rather hold onto their spirit stones and not spend them.

This is partly why business at the market was so dismal.

"Senior, if you're looking to buy or sell, Jin Chan Pavilion offers a more reasonable price." Ning An pointed to the plaque on the signboard of a small building as they walked up to it and explained the situation.

"If you want to find out any clues, go to Tingfeng House. They are the most well-informed and can find out most things that happen up and down the mountain."

"If you want to stay overnight, eat spiritual food and drink spiritual wine, the food and wine at Yingxianlou have always been highly praised, and many cultivators have lauded them."

Unable to figure out Wang Mian's purpose in coming to the market, Ning An accompanied him on a tour, telling him most of the information, including which shops were cunning and which were fair.

After walking around, Wang Mian had a better understanding of the situation.

"Let's go take a look at Tingfeng House," Wang Mian said.

His purpose in coming to the eastern foothills was to follow the clues and find out the background of those who surrounded and killed him. Firstly, to know himself and his enemy; secondly, to be vigilant and on guard; and thirdly, to seek an opportunity for revenge.

To gather intelligence, seeking out local residents and powerful figures is undoubtedly the right choice.

Ning An roughly knew why Wang Mian had come to Ye City. He didn't ask any more questions, but simply nodded and agreed, "Okay, senior."

Returning to the small building of Tingfeng House, Wang Mian stepped into the ordinary building. The innkeeper was a middle-aged cultivator with an honest appearance and a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivation.

Seeing Wang Mian walk in from the door, he warmly welcomed him in: "Welcome, fellow Daoist. Please come upstairs."

In a few words, they arranged some snacks and tea for Ning An and asked him to wait downstairs.

He turned and pointed to the stairs, gesturing, "Fellow Daoist, shall we discuss this further upstairs?"

Wang Mian had no objection and stepped up to the second floor, with the shopkeeper following closely behind.

The two entered a refined private room, where Wang Mian was seated. The innkeeper took out spirit stones to activate the soundproof array before sitting down opposite Wang Mian with a smile.

The innkeeper, who had been meticulously and sparingly serving the tea, placed a few sprigs of spiritual tea on the table and then asked, "What does this fellow Daoist seek?"

Wang Mian didn't speak, but handed the prepared scroll to the shopkeeper. The scroll depicted the female cultivator who went to Songlin Pool that day, drawn from his memory.

His purpose in coming here was to gather information about this woman, find her, capture her, and interrogate her thoroughly to find out who was the person who tried to kill him last time.

"What is the price to find out where this woman is?" Wang Mian asked.