Chapter Forty: The Qingyun Market and the Wealthy Earth Mast

like countless long needles had appeared inside the body, constantly moving and piercing through every limb and bone.Lu Ye temporarily stopped constructing the spirit patterns, because he felt that if...Qingyunfang Market had no fixed entrances or exits. Lu Ye, coming from the foot of Qingyun Mountain, naturally blended in with the flow of people entering and leaving the market.

A cacophony of noise greeted them as they stepped onto the bustling streets, crowded with cultivators milling about.

Lu Ye didn't expect that such a small market would gather so many cultivators. He hadn't even seen a single cultivator on Qingyun Mountain before, not even half a one.

It's no surprise that, regardless of which sect you look at, the number of foundation-building cultivators is always the largest. The outermost edge of the Lingxi Battlefield is precisely where these lower-level cultivators gather.

Judging from the appearance of these traveling cultivators, one couldn't tell which faction they belonged to. After all, no one would write their origins on their forehead for all to see.

He couldn't even tell the difference in cultivation levels between these cultivators.

Lu Ye was originally quite puzzled. The Haotiantian Alliance and the Wanmo Ridge were two opposing camps, engaged in repeated wars and conflicts. Under such circumstances, their minds had long been twisted beyond recognition, filled with intense hatred for each other. How could these two factions possibly coexist peacefully When he arrived here, he finally understood. Nobody actually knew which faction belonged to whom. Even if they were mixed together, at most they would only be cautious towards strangers and wouldn't rashly attack.

>> However, his vigilance was quickly dispelled because standing beside the brawny man with horns was a petite woman. The key point was that the woman had two fluffy ears on her head, resembling cat ears, she must be the companion of the man with horns.the light of the full moon, a pair of fiery red wings, pulsing with spiritual energy, fluttered gently behind him. A long blade in his hand, adorned with swirling spiritual energy, slashed down toward...