Red Dragon seeks his position in both realms.

Lord Crow continued explaining the rules of the market.

But in reality, he didn't know much either, only clarifying a few things over and over:

The market town is a place where humans and demons live together, and most of the people who come here are demon cultivators from the mountains and wandering human cultivators;

There are many shops and stalls inside, but they are also a mixed bag, so you need to be careful to distinguish them; you need to pay a small amount of spiritual items as an entrance fee to enter Qingshe Market.

Private fights are strictly prohibited in the market. Violators will be punished with a fine of spirits or animals, or even expelled, imprisoned, or killed.

During their conversation, the two demons had already reached the entrance to the market.

The market was extremely popular.

A long queue had already formed at the entrance.

The group consisted of both demons and humans, each with a different form.

Among the demon cultivators are bullfrogs with bulging cheeks, red-eyed rabbit demons with drooping ears, robust bear demons, and various snake demons with their tongues flicking out.

  

Their cultivation levels range from the first level of the Fetal Breathing stage to the Qi Condensation stage. Most demon cultivators retain their original forms, while a few have undergone some transformation, appearing as half-demon and half-human.

The human cultivators in the group were also peculiar; some wore relatively neat Taoist robes, while others simply covered themselves with rough burlap sacks, looking slovenly and unkempt.

He seems even more carefree than a demon cultivator.

Crow called Winters to join the queue.

"I never thought I'd have to queue up one day."

Winters sighed, raised his two chicken feet, and swung them from side to side as he lined up behind Crow King.

Reincarnated as a red dragon, and having to wait in line—that's quite a novel experience.

The team moved forward at a fast pace, and it was soon their turn.

The two half-snake demons guarding the entrance to the market were two snake demons.

The half-snake demon wore a green Taoist robe, his face was covered with fine green snake scales, and he had other snake-like features on his body, such as scales on his hands and a snake tail around his waist.

This must be a descendant of the Green Snake Demon Shopkeeper and the cultivator surnamed Xu.

"A rough-and-tumble hero, huh? Tsk tsk tsk."

Winters couldn't help but sigh inwardly, marveling at how formidable the cultivator surnamed Xu was.

I couldn't help but feel immense respect for that cultivator surnamed Xu.

Two half-snake demons, one of whom sat behind a desk, holding a complete set of jade bamboo slips for registration.

The other one stood to the side, holding a bell-shaped ritual implement in his left hand and a whip-shaped ritual implement in his right.

Seeing that Winters and Crow Lord still didn't move, the seated Azure Scale Half-Demon frowned and said:

"You two demons, come here! State your demonic status and titles, or I'll have to ask you any more questions!"

His tone was very unfriendly, carrying the resentment of a working-class person.

Winters and Crow raised their chicken claws and hopped forward.

The half-demon with the blue scales holding a magical artifact waved a bell around them a few times to confirm that it was the right person before nodding.

Then, Crow King quickly hopped two steps toward another Azure Scale Half-Demon and cawed as he reported his and Winters's information.

After the azure-scaled half-demon finished inscribing the information on the bamboo slip, it nodded and said:

"Entry fee, one per demon."

Winters paused for a moment, realizing that his golden eagle clone possessed no spiritual items whatsoever.

I can't exactly let my red dragon body travel over here to pay the fee, can I?

Fortunately, the crow was well-prepared. It stretched its neck under its wings, picked up two red stones, and placed them on the table.

The stone was only the size of a little finger, carrying a faint aura of the Earth element, which was so weak as to be almost negligible.

The green-scaled half-demon picked it up and looked at it, then waved them inside without saying anything more.

It seems that the entry fee is indeed not high, perhaps because spiritual items are scarce in the cultivation world.

As you step through the gate of the market, a cacophony of noise hits you.

The long street is built along the mountainside, winding and turning, and seems to have no end in sight.

Shops and stalls lined both sides of the street, and the sounds of hawking, bargaining, and the screams of monsters filled the air.

The sounds mingled together, creating a lively and exciting atmosphere.

Different races of demon cultivators, monsters, and rogue cultivators mingled together, bustling about.

Many green-scaled half-demons dressed in cyan uniforms patrolled the streets, carrying long whips and magical weapons, maintaining order. They appeared to be well-trained.

"Now this is more like the world of cultivation."

Winters thought to himself.

Compared to the desolate and disorderly wilderness of the Western Fantasy World, this place has a much stronger sense of community and order.

However, for some reason, looking at this orderly scene, Winters felt a strange urge to destroy.

Perhaps it's the red dragon's nature at play.

The crow held out its chicken claws to him and asked:

"Skinfish, where are we going?"

Crow King's original plan to pay his respects to the patrons was overturned, and he was at a loss for what to do.

Winters pondered for a moment, and was about to speak when a gray shadow suddenly darted out from a crack in the stone wall.

The gray shadow moved extremely fast, arriving in front of Winters and Raven in an instant.

It's a rat spirit.

Its entire body was bluish-gray, and it was about the size of an adult cat. It was extremely fat and round, and its cultivation level was only at the first level of the embryonic breathing stage. It was impossible to discern any lineage or lineage.

It straightened its hind legs, bowed its paws as if to a human, and spoke rapidly and clearly:

"May the two young masters of feathers be blessed!"

"Young Master Yu" is an honorific title for all birds; this mouse, however, can talk.

"Where do you two young masters wish to go? My name is Shu San, and my grandfather's generation made a living in this Qingsi Market. I know this market like the back of my hand!"

The rat demon's tone was quite obsequious:

"If you two want to do business, Rat Three will take you to the fairest shop."

If you want to rest, I know the most comfortable demon cave;

"If you're looking for a treat, I know all the taverns and restaurants in the neighborhood; and if you'd like to buy a demon slave or a human pet, I can take you to the slave market the fastest route!"

This rat demon was clearly a seasoned veteran who had been soliciting business at the door for years; he had a whole repertoire of sales pitches.

Having a guide is definitely better than wandering around aimlessly.

Winters stared at him and said:

"How much does it cost?"

Rat Three's eyes lit up, knowing the deal was mostly done, and he quickly flashed a fawning smile, revealing his two large front teeth:

"Young Master Yu, rest assured, the price is fair and honest. You can give me any odds and ends of spiritual items that you don't need. If you really have nothing, fifty catties of grain will also do. I guarantee you will be satisfied."

"OK."

Winters nodded domineeringly, then gestured for Crow to pay the bill.

Although the crow felt a little pained, it still took out another reddish-brown stone from under its feathers and threw it over.

The reddish-brown stone was significantly smaller than the two pieces that cost the entrance fee, and its "Earth" aura was much weaker.

Mouse Three grabbed it, deftly stuffed it into his cheek, and smiled even more ingratiatingly:

"Thank you both for your generosity, Young Master Yu. May I ask where you would like to visit?"

"Let's go and check out the places where we buy and sell."

Winters determined the direction.

"Alright, let's go take a look around the east side. There are weapon-refining shops, pill shops, stores, pawnshops, and a whole row of stalls there, where the best quality products are at the lowest prices."

The mouse lowered its three paws and led the way.

Winters and Crow flapped their wings and followed closely behind.

After passing through rows of stalls and shops, led by Rat Three, they soon arrived at a relatively spacious area.

Rat Three stopped and introduced, "This is the trading market with the best value for money. Where would you two young masters like to begin your visit?"

Winters decided to go to the attic first.

I just lifted the chicken claw up, then put it down again.

All because a boastful voice of a tortoise demon drifted into my ears:

"My 'Six Lines Divination by Yarrow Stalks' is a genuine and unparalleled secret of the [Witchcraft and Qi] lineage, and it is guaranteed to teach and teach you everything you need to know."

All that is needed for the practitioner to perform this ritual is to have tortoise shells or scales on their body, and the more precious and powerful the scales or tortoise shells are, the more effective the ritual will be.

This is a fifth-grade divination technique!

Isn't it worth at least two spirit stones?

Upon hearing this, Winters' heart stirred.

Isn't he exactly looking for divination or similar magical arts?

Moreover, being a red dragon, he happens to have dragon scales!

If we're talking about preciousness and power, what could be more precious or powerful than dragon scales?