What Feng Piaopiao brought to Liu Yunqing and Zhuo Ying were naturally some pills and the like.
The others knew that the three were closer than anyone else, so no one said anything and just waited for the day the ghost market would open.
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There are very few green plants and flowers in Qianyang City, so the night sky is clear and vast with less obstruction.
There was more than one entrance to the Ghost Market, so Liu Yunqing and his group of seven decided to split into two teams to enter the Ghost Market.
The first four to appear formed one team, while later Mingxin Zhenren, Wuxiu Zhenren, and Liu Yunzhao formed another team.
Jian Xing led Liu Yunqing and the other two through the east entrance, while the other three went through the west entrance.
Thinking of Biyue City, he had already shown his face to the evil cultivators. When Liu Yunqing entered the Ghost Market, he wore an isolation cloak.
As soon as Liu Yunqing entered the ghost market, he realized that his actions were unnecessary.
Because there was no one in the ghost market at all, except for the cultivators who came in from Qianyang City.
There was only a simple wooden sign with the rules and precautions for entering the ghost market.
Liu Yunqing read through them one by one. There weren't many restrictive requirements; he only wrote down what allowed for normal transaction processes.
The rest are all warnings for not following the procedure, or they may not be warnings at all, but simply statements of consequences.
Originally, this was someone else's territory, so all of this was understandable. In fact, compared to normal markets or various shops, it seemed much simpler and more humane.
Until Liu Yunqing saw the last message.
Everyone entering the ghost market is required to leave a trace of their divine consciousness on a wooden plaque.
What would be the consequences if we didn't keep it?
Liu Yunqing and his group weren't the only ones visiting the Ghost Market for the first time. The question had barely crossed Liu Yunqing's mind when someone asked it.
"Hey, if we don't leave, we naturally won't be able to get into this ghost market."
Someone casually answered, leaving a divine imprint before disappearing into thin air before everyone's eyes.
Then came the second, the third... fewer and fewer people stayed in the same place.
It wasn't that no one tried to get away with it, but none of them succeeded.
What seems like a mere step away is impossible for those who haven't left a mark of their consciousness to cross into the Ghost Market.
Liu Yunqing and her group of four also tried, but all ended in failure.
Before leaving, the last few cultivators, who were not first-timers at the Ghost Market, kindly offered a few words of advice.
"It's normal to be worried since it's your first time here, but don't worry, there won't be any side effects other than amnesia."
Seeing that everyone had left, Master Jianxing frowned and said:
"That's the only way. At worst, we can treat this first time as a trial run."
The other three nodded; there was no reason not to go in when they were already there.
Watching the other three leave their divine imprints one by one and disappear from his sight, Liu Yunqing frowned and his mind raced.
Finally, she was the only one left at the entrance. Liu Yunqing then sent a divine sense imprint onto the wooden sign and looked at it nervously.
Until the scene blurred before his eyes and then became clear again, Liu Yunqing knew he had succeeded.
At the same time, Liu Yunqing also felt that wearing the isolation cloak was unnecessary.
The Ghost Market truly lives up to its name and deserves the title.
It's more of a graveyard than a market.
The entire market doesn't look very big; it's divided into small, irregularly sized squares.
Each compartment doesn't contain stalls for exchanging or buying and selling, but rather graves of varying sizes, each with its own unique style, both exquisite and simple.
What's even more amazing is that although the place doesn't look very big, Liu Yunqing walked around for a while without encountering a single cultivator he knew, and he only saw a handful of cultivators.
However, among those few cultivators, Liu Yunqing saw the first one to leave a divine sense imprint and enter through their entrance.
Liu Yunqing wanted to go up and say hello, but the other person clearly saw her, but acted as if they didn't recognize her and walked right past her.
The other person's eyes were relatively clear, not like their soul was being controlled, but the other person acted as if they didn't recognize them at all.
Thinking of the transaction process and rules, Liu Yunqing withdrew her hand that was about to stop the other party and silently followed behind them.
Liu Yunqing watched as the man wandered among the graves, finally choosing one that suited his taste before stopping and gently tapping the tombstone in front of it.
After a distinctive, light tapping rhythm, the stone tablet standing in front of the grave clicked, and a small tray was pushed out from it, containing the items the person needed.
The man skillfully took the tray, put away the contents, sat cross-legged in front of the grave, placed the tray directly in front of him, and began to meditate with his eyes closed.
Just as Liu Yunqing was puzzled, she saw the person with his eyes closed suddenly begin to rapidly form an unusual hand seal.
The moment the hand seal was completed, the man's eyes widened suddenly, and he opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of black mist onto the plate.
The black cloud was obedient; once it reached the tray, it didn't disperse but remained quietly suspended above it.
After exhaling the black smoke, the man got up and, as if it were a common occurrence, placed the tray into the window in front of the tombstone.
No one seemed to accept it; the tray disappeared instantly as soon as it entered the window, and the black hole on the stone tablet also vanished.
According to the procedure, even if the person successfully completes the transaction, they should turn around and leave decisively.
This time, Liu Yunqing did not follow. Instead, he pretended to look at the stalls and continued to wander among the graves, while pondering the scene he had just witnessed.
There was nothing wrong with what the person received, but what exactly did they use to exchange for it?
The black aura gave off a very bad feeling, but Liu Yunqing couldn't directly use his divine sense to examine it, so he could only guess that it wasn't a good thing.
Before entering the Ghost Market, Master Xu said that he could exchange anything for it, which Liu Yunqing found very hard to understand.
It is human nature to seek personal gain and profit. How could a legitimate market where everything can be exchanged and still satisfy needs?
Seeing that mass of black mist, Liu Yunqing suddenly had a feeling that the so-called ability to exchange anything was just a way to attract people.
What this ghost market truly needs, and what it uses to exchange, should be that black cloud of energy.
So what's really important is finding out what that black cloud is!
Fearing she would forget what had happened after leaving the Ghost Market, Liu Yunqing told everything that had just occurred to all the talking creatures in the space.
After taking double precautions, Liu Yunqing randomly chose a grave and, following the Ghost Market's instructions, gently tapped the top of the stone tablet.
"Click—"
A dark window was visible on the front of the stone tablet, and a small tray was quietly pushed out.
Looking at the spiritual fruits laid out on the tray, it was precisely the request that Liu Yunqing had made.
After putting away the spirit fruit, Liu Yunqing flipped her wrist and took out another type of spirit fruit with a similar value, intending to place it on the tray.
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