The riverbank before them was much the same as before. After the two went ashore, they walked through a path and came to a set of stone steps.

Standing at the bottom of the steps, I could faintly hear a series of noises and shouts coming from directly above.

After climbing a dozen or so steps, you can see an irregular bluestone cave entrance in the middle of the stone wall, which is wider at both ends and slightly narrower in the middle. In front of the cave entrance is a flat bluestone area of ​​about four square meters. Above the cave entrance hangs a wooden plaque with the four large characters "Spiritual Object Market" carved on it.

The entrance to the cave is small, only big enough for one person to enter at a time. After passing the towering stone walls on both sides, the entrance, about three meters long, leads to a spacious cave, which is slightly smaller than the one across the river.

However, the absence of a river makes it seem even more spacious.

All around and on the cave ceiling, countless stalactites of varying heights and sizes, in a variety of colors, stand, reflecting the lights hanging on the cave walls and creating a dazzling display.

Looking at the left and right sides of the cave entrance, there are six steps on each side. Go down the steps and pass through any of the small paths between the stalactites, and you will arrive at the center of the cave, a sandy area of ​​more than 100 square meters.

This is the trading market.

At this moment, shouts and noises rose and fell, and sets of stone tables and chairs were placed along the edge of the sandy area. People were already sitting on the stone chairs, placing all kinds of rare and exotic items that they wanted to sell on the stone tables.

"Wow! A chick with three tails! A little white snake with two heads!" Lin Fang followed through the crowd and saw a small pheasant, about the size of a fist, standing dejectedly on a stone table with three tails. A little white snake with two heads was coiled up beside the pheasant.

"One million in total, young lady, do you want it?" The seller was a black man, and his words were somewhat stiff, but his bulging eyes were red.

"One, one million?" Upon hearing the offer and seeing the seller's face, Lin Fang paled and stumbled back two steps.

"Let's go!" Crocodile Brother grabbed her and continued walking forward. He took a step back halfway and whispered in her ear, "Ask less, observe more."

"Chickens are very nutritious, and snakes are very intelligent..." the black man loudly promoted behind Lin Fang.

A pheasant and a snake—these two poor little minions, having only cultivated for a few decades, were captured by these evil Taoists skilled in sorcery to be sold for money. Their fate was truly tragic.

The cave was filled with malevolent energy; who knew what might appear? As the blue light in the little prince's eyes faded, his heart ached, and he grew increasingly uneasy.

Following Lin Fang and Crocodile Brother, a number of people dressed in strange clothes wandered around the sandy area. They would occasionally look at the goods on the stone table and carefully examine and discuss them.

"The Thousand-Year-Old Ginseng King has arrived!" A loud shout from behind instantly drew everyone's attention.

Emerging from the stalactites, a tall white man with blond curly hair and a long beard emerged, wearing a large white robe.

"Good evening, esteemed bosses. Our star of the show is here. This thousand-year-old ginseng was hunted for ten years deep in the mountains; it's incredibly cunning." The white man spoke, spittle flying from his lips. He then raised his left hand; on his little finger, tied with a red string, was a ginseng root, almost human-shaped, shimmering with silver light, about the size of a newborn baby. Excitingly, two faintly visible, moving red threads emanated from the ginseng's chest.

"It truly is a thousand-year-old ginseng king!" Some people were even more astonished when they saw the red threads.