The evil woman cultivates immortality, and the whole clan offers sacrifice to the heaven

When Meng Wan passed by a stall, she happened to hear someone bargaining with the stall owner.

"You're selling a low-grade external injury pill for thirty-four spirit stones. Isn't that too expensive?"

The stall owner rolled his eyes and said, "Poor bastard! If you can't afford to buy something, just get out of here and stop wasting my business!"

The cultivator who was scolded turned red in the face, but he seemed to need this external injury pill very much. After hesitating for a long time, he took out the spirit stone and bought the pill.

The stall owner's expression looked better after he put away the spirit stones.

Why is she willing to sell such expensive things? It’s because the stall fees and commissions in this market are too expensive!

If we don’t sell it at such a high price, we will lose money directly.

Meng Wan glanced at the stall in front of her. There were some very common pills on it, all of which were of low quality.

Only cultivators in the early stage of Qi Refining and some cultivators in the middle stage of Qi Refining who are not doing well will buy it.

She glanced away and then looked away, but unexpectedly the stall owner noticed her and came up to her with a smile on his face.

"Fairy sister, I have some excellent blood qi pills here, 400 spirit stones each, would you like to have some?"

Meng Wan took another look at the stall owner.

She was severely deficient in qi and blood, and it was difficult to tell her true gender just from her appearance.

When she entered the market just now, the two demon cultivators guarding the gate did not realize that she was a female cultivator and kept calling her "Brother Daoist".

I didn't expect that although the stall owner's cultivation was not very good, his eyesight was quite good.

"unnecessary!"

Meng Wan spoke coldly, looking as if she was keeping people at a distance.

The stall owner was not angry after being rejected, and even took the initiative to smile. His attitude was completely different from when he dealt with the cultivator in the early stage of Qi Refining.

"It's okay if you don't buy it. You can come anytime if you need it."

Meng Wan walked past the stalls on both sides, seemingly uninterested in everything around her, but in fact she was observing the surrounding environment with her peripheral vision.

In this dark market, strength is everything.

A monk with high cultivation level is respected wherever he goes, and no one dares to offend him even if he doesn't buy anything.

The monks with low cultivation levels are ordered around and have no dignity at all.

The cruelty of the world of cultivation is fully displayed in this magic cultivation market.

"I didn't! It's unfair, Senior Brother. I really didn't steal the things!"

But at this moment, a cry came from the front.

Meng Wan looked over when she heard the sound and saw a thin man at the fourth level of Qi Refining kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy and shouting his injustice.

"Humph, there are only two of us at the stall. If not you, who else could it be?"

The stall owner was a bald monk at the sixth level of Qi Refining. He looked at the male cultivator on the ground with disgust.

"I took you in with good intentions and gave you a place to stay, but you turned your back on me. I am so disappointed!"

Before the thin male cultivator could continue begging for mercy, a team of guards wearing the same black robes hurried over.

The male cultivator kneeling on the ground cheered up, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"My Lords, I really didn't steal the things. You need to help me get justice!"

The leader looked around and roughly guessed what was going on.

He ignored the man who was crying out for injustice and looked at the bald monk.

"You reported it?"

The bald monk nodded, pointed at the kneeling monk and said loudly, "That's what he stole."

The leading guard didn't care about the truth of the matter. He just looked at the bald monk calmly and reminded him.

"You should understand our rules, right?"

"understand."

The bald monk took out a bag of spirit stones that he had prepared long ago with a smile on his face and handed it to the other party respectfully.

"A little money for tea, please moisten your throats, brothers."

The leading guard took the bag of spirit stones, weighed it, and put it away with satisfaction.

Seeing this scene, the monk kneeling on the ground turned pale, "What are you doing, my lords? I am being wronged!"

"Unjust? Can anyone prove it?"

The chief guard snorted coldly, took a step forward, and pressed the opponent with the spiritual pressure of the ninth level of Qi Refining without any mercy.

The thin male cultivator's face changed drastically. The gap in strength between the fourth level of Qi Refining and the ninth level of Qi Refining was too great. He was simply unable to resist.

His body trembled under the pressure, as if it would collapse at any moment.

"I, I have no witnesses, but..."

The thin male cultivator's voice became weaker and weaker, and his eyes were filled with despair.

The head of the guards glanced at him with disdain and said coldly, "Without evidence, it means you are guilty. Here, our words are the rules."

After saying this, he stopped looking at the thin male cultivator and turned to the other guards and gave orders.

"Take this man away and deal with him according to the rules."

The other guards immediately stepped forward and lifted up the thin male cultivator.

He struggled weakly, but was unable to break free from the guards' control and was dragged away by them.

The monks around watched all this with very calm expressions.

Here, similar things happen every day, and they have long been used to it.

If anyone is to blame, it can only be blamed on that thin male cultivator for his weak strength and bad luck.

Meng Wan noticed that the chief guard seemed to glance in her direction before leaving, but she didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional.

After a brief farce, the streets became lively again.

People die here every day for various reasons. What just happened was just a trivial matter in the market.

Meng Wan walked around the market town and finally saw a few inns in a remote corner.

These inns were deserted. If the doors were not open, it would be impossible to tell that they were open for business.

Meng Wan randomly picked an inn and walked in.

The innkeeper originally looked indifferent, but when she found out that Meng Wan's cultivation level was as high as the ninth level of Qi Refining, she immediately changed her expression.

"Hello, sir. Would you like to have a meal or stay overnight?"

"I need a room."

"We have the best rooms here. They are quiet and comfortable. We guarantee that you will be satisfied with your stay. How many nights would you like to stay?"

Meng Wan thought for a moment and said, "Let's stay here for one night."

"Okay, if you want to stay for one night, you only need to pay ten spirit stones."

Compared to the high entrance fee, the room rate of this inn is quite reasonable.

Meng Wan paid the spirit stones and followed the innkeeper, passing many rooms along the way, all of which were empty.

"Business at your inn seems to be pretty average."

"Fellow Daoist, you should have just arrived at the Hidden Moon Market, right?"

The shopkeeper smiled and explained, "The inn is expensive, and only cultivators who come to the market to rest will stay here. Other cultivators will choose to rent a yard to save spirit stones."

Meng Wan stopped talking and followed the shopkeeper to stop in front of a room.

The shopkeeper opened the room and cleaned it using the dust removal and cleaning techniques.

"Sir, are you satisfied with this room? There are many empty rooms in the inn. If you are not satisfied, you can change it."

Meng Wan glanced around the room and said, "Let's take this one."