Taihang Market is quite close to the port. Lu Ping and Uncle Jiu only had to walk a little further to reach the outskirts of Taihang Market.

According to the convention of the immortal cultivation world, immortal cultivators are not allowed to fly in the sky within ten miles of the market town, so Lu Ping met many pedestrians passing by hurriedly along the way. Among them, there were also a few people in the sky piloting flying magic tools, who were obviously foundation-building cultivators.

"It seems that Taihang Market is really famous. Five foundation-building cultivators appeared in such a short time."

While Lu Ping was pondering in his mind, he had already arrived at the street corner of the market town.

Taihang Market looks very prosperous, much better than the towns on Chongming Island. The whole market has only two avenues, with a tall tower in the center, and cross streets radiating from the tower in an east-west direction. There are numerous large and small buildings at the north end. These buildings are high or low, some are high-rise buildings, and some are just small houses and courtyards. They are very uneven and extremely prosperous. It is better to call it a city than a market.

These are all the properties of Taihang Zhenren, but only one third are managed by the forces under Taihang Zhenren, and another third are managed by many Jindan families. The remaining one third is rented by the foundation-building immortal families and independent cultivators who do business here all year round. Most of them are shops that sell spiritual materials, talismans, and magic tools. There are also some five-element bookstores that specialize in selling exercises and places to issue tasks.

In addition, the entire market is divided into the outer layer and the inner layer. In addition to those low-level Qi training disciples, there are also a certain number of foundation-building masters stationed here all year round. As for the high tower, it is stationed with Jindan Zhenren to maintain order in this market and prevent anyone from causing trouble.

Lu Ping and Uncle Jiu were walking on the bluestone road outside Taihang Market. Lu Ping was very leisurely and looked at the shops on both sides from time to time.

Both sides sell talismans, refining tools and raw materials for alchemy. There are also one or two shops selling low-level magical tools, but the shop owners are mostly cultivators in the early and middle stages of Qi training, and you can even see quite a few mortals there.

This is not surprising, the outer area of ​​the entire Taihang Market is very large, and the population living within it is as high as hundreds of thousands. However, only a small number of people have spiritual roots that can practice, and most of them are ordinary mortals.

Some of these mortals, who were supposed to live in the secular world, have no spiritual roots but their bloodline comes from cultivators. Others come here by boat from all over the sea, mostly to gain access to immortality. Unfortunately, without spiritual roots, they are destined to be unable to cultivate immortality.

Although most of the mortals who entered the outskirts of Taihang Market had no worries about food and clothing, it was still an extremely sad thing for them to live among immortal cultivators and see the opportunity to become immortals but be unable to practice.

It’s okay for those who were born in Taihang Market since childhood, as the world is like this for them. But it’s sad for those who got spiritual objects by chance and had the opportunity to leave the island and see the immortals but ended up like this.

But when the mortals entered this place, no one was forced! However, it is very difficult to leave Taihang Market, as they don't have any extra spiritual objects to pay for the boat fare.

Of course, this information was not guessed by Lu Ping, but explained to him by Uncle Jiu on the boat. Therefore, Lu Ping had a general impression of the Taihang Market in his mind.

Lu Ping was now heading to a place outside the market town, which was the shop where Uncle Jiu mentioned Qingxiu was!

At the end of this small street, at a crossroads, he saw a sign for a medicine shop. "This is the place where Uncle Jiu mentioned for retreat. It doesn't look very prosperous," Lu Ping thought, but he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

When they arrived at the door of the shop, a mortal boy came out to greet them. "You two want to see my master. He is still..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Uncle Jiu's appearance.

Surprised, "Uncle Lu Wu."

"Xiaoming City"

The mortal boy finally recognized Uncle Jiu's face, and then bowed respectfully, "Uncle, are you here to see Master?"

"Of course, I have something important to talk to him about. What is he doing?"

"Master is sorting herbs in the backyard."

"Just take me there."

"Yes, Uncle Master."

Then the boy led Uncle Jiu and Lu Ping to the backyard.

"Master, who do you think I brought with me?"

As soon as Lu Ping and Uncle Jiu stepped into the backyard, they heard a voice like a young man offering treasures! Then there was another voice that Uncle Jiu was familiar with, but Lu Ping felt was a stranger's voice.

"Who else could come? Is it the owner of Wantong Store who is here to deliver medicinal herbs again?"

"No, it's my uncle-master who's here!" the young man shouted excitedly.

"Uncle Master?" The voice suddenly became heavier.

At this time, Qingxiu also looked at the person who came, and was slightly stunned after seeing it.

"It turns out to be you, Lu Wu. I, cough, cough, cough." Qing Xiu had just said two sentences when his face suddenly turned blood red and he started coughing.

"Master, are you okay?..." The young man suddenly panicked and hurriedly stroked Qingxiu's back.

Uncle Jiu frowned and was about to reach out and grab Qingxiu's wrist to check him.

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Qing Xiu coughed twice and seemed to have recovered. He pushed away Uncle Jiu's hand and said with a hint of sarcasm, "What can you, a winemaker and pulse doctor, tell me? How can I, an alchemist, not know my own situation?"

Uncle Jiu ignored this and asked seriously, "What's wrong with you? You were fine the last time you came, weren't you?"

"It's nothing, just some old problems that have accumulated and caused me to flare up. Plus, I don't think I've had enough rest recently and I've been overworked!"

Uncle Jiu seemed a little angry, his chest kept rising and falling, and he laughed, "You are a Qigong cultivator, how can you cough like this without getting enough rest!"

Lu Ping saw that Qingxiu was indeed extraordinary, with a firm and shaped face, light and kind eyes, a slightly smiling mouth, and a youthful appearance. With a flushed face at the moment, he was a beautiful young man. Whether it was a young girl or an elegant elder sister, they all wanted to hug Qingxiu and comfort him at this moment! "Don't worry, it's nothing serious!"

Uncle Jiu saw that Qing Xiu had stopped coughing and calmed down, but he still wanted an explanation.

Qing Xiu looked at the person next to Uncle Jiu and asked, "Who is this?"

Uncle Jiu introduced unhappily, "He is my nephew, a genius of my Lu family, his name is Lu Ping."

"Hello, fellow cultivator."

"So you are the genius of the Lu family. My apologies." Qing Xiu saw that he could not see through Lu Ping's cultivation level, so he knew that it was similar to or even higher than the seventh level of Qi training that he had worked so hard to achieve.

Uncle Jiu pouted again and said, "I asked you to come here because I wanted your help. I didn't expect you to be sick."

Seeing Uncle Jiu caring about him, Qing Xiu smiled and said, "Just tell me what it is. I will help you if I can."

Uncle Jiu saw him change the subject, and saw that Lu Ping and the mortal boy were still in a state of inconvenience, so he got angry.

I could only say angrily, "My nephew and I found some spiritual fruits and want to exchange them for some spiritual pills to improve our cultivation, but we are afraid that other places will lower the price, so I came to you for advice."