Chapter 45 Market
Zhou Ping looked at Wang Yao in surprise. His conditions were already very generous, so why didn't this man know what was good for him?
Unexpectedly, Wang Yao's eyes immediately met Zhou Ping's. His eyes were firm and persistent, and his heart towards the Tao was as solid as a rock and unshakable.
"Oh, never mind." Zhou Ping sighed and decided to help Wang Yao. Was his desire to seek the truth any different back then?
Zhou Ping personally escorted Wang Yao out of the Daoguan Mansion. At a deserted street corner, he said in a subtle and incomprehensible tone, "This matter is difficult after all. Think it over carefully."
Wang Yao remained firm and said, "As long as there's a glimmer of hope, I'll give it a try. The path to success is hard to come by."
This sentence was actually what Wang Yao was really thinking. His tone was firm and his feelings were sincere. Zhou Ping did not have any doubts at all.
"Okay, I'll give you a hint. There is a market in the valley twenty miles west of the city." Zhou Ping nodded to Wang Yao and pointed to the west.
Wang Yao didn't know what Zhou Ping meant. After all, he had only been practicing Taoism for a short time and had never been to the market.
Perhaps sensing Wang Yao's confusion, Zhou Ping went on to explain, "There are many independent cultivators in that market town. Perhaps one of them is heading to the Beiyun Mountains. If you're lucky, you might be able to go with them."
"Thank you for the reminder, Taoist priest. If I achieve something, I will never forget your kindness today." Wang Yao bowed and his words of gratitude were more sincere.
Zhou Ping didn't say anything else, but handed Wang Yao a map, waved his hand, and told Wang Yao to leave quickly and not waste time.
How could he have any hope for Wang Yao? He just sympathized with the difficulties Wang Yao faced in seeking the truth. Could he really expect Wang Yao to come back and give him some guidance in the future?
With the warrant signed by Zhou Ping, Wang Yao successfully left the city gate and came to the tea stall he had been to before, where he let out a long sigh while drinking some hot tea.
He was a little afraid of being taken to Wuya Gate or left in the city. Even though he had the status of a ghost immortal to perfectly conceal his cultivation, it would be exposed over time.
Besides, because he couldn't bear it for a moment, he didn't kill the guard who switched the body parts to silence him. It would be terrible if he woke up and came to his house in a few days.
Wang Yao broke out in a cold sweat and thought with some fear that he must not be so reckless next time and must act more carefully, otherwise he would be forced to kill innocent people.
The reason why Wang Yao stayed in this tea stall was that he wanted to meet Zhang Zuo Ji Wan. He had seen the secret signs they left when he left the city before.
They were unable to get into the city and could only meet outside the city. The most suitable place outside was of course the tea stall where all kinds of people mixed together.
Sure enough, Wang Yao had just finished half of his pot of tea when two rough men dressed as swordsmen sat down at his table.
"We are ashamed." The two said in a low voice, with embarrassment on their faces.
Wang Yao didn't say anything, but dipped his finger in tea and wrote a few words on the table.
There is a shortage of food in the city, so you are seeking refuge at Wuya Gate. Return quickly.
After they finished reading, Wang Yao immediately wiped off the traces and gave them an affirmative look.
Wang Yao was very cautious. He didn't know if there were any spies from the Western Qiang here. The sound transmission technique could only be used by those at the Gangqi realm.
Afterwards, the three of them sat quietly at the table and had a brief exchange. Then Zhang Zuo Jiwan immediately left to report the information.
Moreover, this information should be of some use. King Sui's army is already at Qingwu Liaokou and can rush there quickly on horseback.
Wang Yao did not plan to go back and report in person. If his information was useful, he would not be able to escape the credit. He planned to go to the market first to take a look.
It's a good opportunity to broaden my horizons. I've been practicing for so long, but I've never had any serious contact with the practice circle.
Cultivators who have not joined any force are generally referred to as independent cultivators. Some of them have incomplete skills, and some have insufficient resources, so it is often difficult for them to cultivate to a high level.
The market town Zhou Ping was referring to was one where most of the people doing business were independent cultivators, people without any fixed power.
Wang Yao came to the wilderness, changed into a set of common monk's attire, and flew westward on a flying leaf.
Wang Yao didn't plan to check on the guard who was replaced, and he even didn't plan to kill him. Even if he exposed Chen He's temporary identity, it would not have any impact now.
Twenty miles is not far for flying. Wang Yao saw a valley shrouded in clouds and mist early in the air.
It was a very simple trick. Not to mention Wang Yao's real cultivation level, even if he had just introduced Qi into his body, he could sense that something was wrong in this valley.
Just to avoid being disturbed by mortals, Wang Yao's eyes flashed and he rushed directly into the clouds.
There are gorgeously decorated shops, small stalls lining both sides of the street, and even teahouses and taverns, with bargaining and transactions going on everywhere.
Bustling and noisy, this was Wang Yao's first impression. He had never seen so many cultivators together. They were all like mortals shopping, bustling and bustling.
This market town seems to be no ordinary place. Who has the ability to establish such a trading point?
Just as Wang Yao was hanging in the air in a daze, two gray-robed monks flew up with magic weapons. They had no ill intentions and just wanted Wang Yao to land.
Wang Yao didn't dare to act recklessly in someone else's territory, so he followed them and slowly landed on an open space at the entrance of the street.
A gray-robed monk smiled and said, "This fellow Daoist must be visiting Xiuqi Market for the first time. Please abide by the rules here. We welcome all Daoists who come here for friendly trade."
Wang Yao nodded and asked curiously, "Isn't flying over the market one of the rules?"
"That's right, fellow Daoist, please abide by the rules of the market, otherwise our law enforcement team will show no mercy. No matter which faction you belong to, Master Xiuqi's rules must not be violated."
Another gray-robed monk warned Wang Yao seriously and gave him a jade slip, saying that he had to read it before making any transaction.
Wang Yao took the jade slip and placed it against his forehead, quickly browsing through it. After an incense stick of time, he headed towards the busy street with the permission of the two gray-robed monks.
Various auras blended together, and Wang Yao could not recognize the cultivation level of a few people, but most of them were acquired or innate, and there were very few in the Gangqi realm.
There are very few people like Wang Yao who have a restrained aura. Most of them are cultivators in the Gangqi realm, so Wang Yao often attracts attention.
There was no other way, Wang Yao could only release some of his aura, revealing his initial level of innate cultivation, so that he would be moderate and not attract attention.
The items on everyone’s stall are different, but they can actually be divided into three categories: magical instruments, elixirs, and spiritual objects.
Of course, there are a few people who would take out their skills, but once they do, they would cause a scramble among the crowd. Whether people could afford it or not is another matter, but the price would go up immediately.
Look, there is a stall that Wang Yao just passed by. The stall owner is a person with innate cultivation level, and he is selling a book on a technique that can be used to cultivate to the late innate stage.
A group of acquired talents and a few innate talents vied with each other to bid, and finally an old man from the acquired talent bid two thousand low-grade spirit stones and took it away, which made several innate talents almost want to fight.
As a result, several acquired cultivators immediately came forward to protect the old man and helped him leave slowly.
A Xiantian who offered fifteen hundred was so angry that he wanted to take action, but when a patrolling gray-robed law enforcement officer passed by, he dared not move.
Although there were quarrels from time to time in the entire market, they were basically under control and in good order.
Wang Yao looked up at the tall tower in the middle of the market town. He heard that it was the place where Master Xiuqi practiced meditation, which gave a sense of security to all the monks who came here to trade.
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