Chapter 2 - God Burial Market
After saying that, he pulled Bai Xiaolu away without waiting for Bai Xiaolu to say whether she agreed or not.
Burial of Gods Abyss, Burial of Gods Abyss, as the name suggests, is a place where gods fell. Burial of Gods Abyss used to be rich in spiritual energy and a treasured place for leisure for powerful people.
However, during a great war several hundred years ago, this region was also affected, and the spiritual energy became weak, eventually causing many people to move away. The rest went to the border areas where the impact was relatively less severe. Only the Guixu Sect remained in the center, and at the time, it was criticized behind the scenes by many sects.
Having said that, if you want to buy something, you can only go to the outskirts of the Burial of Gods Abyss. The only place outside the Burial of Gods Abyss that can be called a "market" is just a simple gathering point formed by a few huge black rocks at the bottom of a relatively flat rift with little evil energy, which barely blocks the wind and rain.
The air is filled with a strange smell of various things mixed together all year round.
Fortunately, Luo Hongyi and Bai Xiaolu were both martial artists, so the distance was nothing to them. They arrived in less than half a minute.
Compared to the Guixu Sect where few people can be seen, the Burial God Market can even be described as a sea of people, but most of these people have rough marks eroded by the evil wind on their faces and an almost numb vigilance.
The same is true for the most ordinary and insignificant people.
Bai Xiaolu looked at the wandering cultivator in a tattered fur coat squatting in the corner, with a few poor quality spiritual herbs spread out in front of him.
The stall owner who sold the bones of an unknown monster scanned every potential buyer with eyes like a vulture.
Outside the market, several fierce-looking mercenaries gathered around a broken clay pot, cursing the mission in low voices while drinking turbid and inferior wine.
"Oh, I really don't know what tasks there are to do in a place like ours, and there are so many powerful spiritual beasts living in this place." Luo Hongyi said casually, and then looked fixedly at a stall.
"In order to survive, most of those who stayed are already old, and those who are capable have left." Bai Xiaolu looked at the crowd and said with a hint of loneliness in his eyes.
"Okay, okay. Fifth Junior Sister, what would you like to eat? Senior Sister will treat you." Luo Hongyi said nothing but pointed at herself with a smile on her face.
Bai Xiaolu glanced around and saw a wonton stall in front of him. The owner should be a couple.
What makes them different from the hunters outside is that they have gentle smiles on their faces.
The lady boss skillfully made round wontons, and the boss got a big bowl full of wontons each time, which looked very generous.
"Let's go eat wontons. The heavy rain just passed and the weather is still very cold." Bai Xiaolu said, tugging at Luo Hongyi's clothes. Luo Hongyi glanced at her junior sister's watery eyes and said, "What's there to say?"
"Okay! Let's eat this!" The two found a seat and sat down. "Boss, two bowls of wontons."
"Okay, two bowls of wontons will be here soon." The boss greeted the two of them warmly.
"Hey, it's still lively here... Although everyone is suffering, they are always smiling and seem to be very content. Unlike our sect, there are only a few people and the eldest brother is a super big ice cube." Luo Hongyi started complaining to Bai Xiaolu as soon as he sat down.
"Third Senior Sister, you know this, Senior Brother has always been like this. Although he may appear a little cold and hard on the outside, he still cares deeply about everyone." Bai Xiaolu took the offered wontons, took a bite, and sighed. "It's so comfortable! I need something warm to feel comfortable, especially in such cold weather."
Luo Hongyi poked the wontons in his bowl and said, "Ah, but Senior Brother is really bad at expressing himself. I think Senior Brother Tie Niu is just a wooden man compared to him."
"No, the eldest brother has become as hard as a piece of iron. Only Xie Zhao can harass him every day without getting tired of it. I really don't know what their hobbies are. The eldest brother seems to fall for this." At this point, Luo Hongyi shrugged helplessly.
"If you don't eat, Senior Sister, I've eaten yours too."
"Hey! Xiaolu is so excessive~" Bai Xiaolu couldn't help laughing when he saw his senior sister yelling. Hey... What should he do if his senior brothers and sisters are all idiots?
This couple is the same as that couple. You can only see others clearly but not yourself.
After dinner, Luo Hongyi suddenly had the idea to set up a simple stall in the corner - she found a piece of polished black stone slab from somewhere and used it as a table, on which was placed a bubbling coarse pottery jar.
The jar was filled with thick, dark green soup. When the sticky bubbles burst, they emitted an indescribable smell that was a mixture of spicy, fragrant, and a faint fishy sweetness.
The smell was extremely aggressive, instantly overwhelming the turbidity of the market and causing many people to look sideways and frown.
Luo Hongyi herself, however, didn't seem to mind. She was still wearing her coarse apron, her hair casually tied up, a few strands dangling by her cheeks, making her overly gorgeous face look startlingly lazy in the dim green light.
She was stirring the thick soup in the pot slowly with a small spoon, occasionally scooping up a little, smelling it, then frowning and putting it back, seeming dissatisfied.
"Hmm... the fishy smell of the evil scorpion's tail needle is still a bit strong. Next time, I'll try using the venom gland of the green phosphorus toad to neutralize it..." After thinking for a while, Luo Hongyi took out another jar. That jar was the one that Luo Hongyi had been staring at just now. After dinner, Luo Hongyi went to the stall and took down this jar.
"Hmm... should I add it in? Forget it, let's go back to the sect and try it again." She muttered to herself, completely immersed in her research on poisonous food.
Bai Xiaolu crouched inside the stall and couldn't help but think, "Even though this senior sister is usually so easy to talk to and looks silly, doing something like this is incredibly terrifying... So, how did you bring all this stuff? Are you Doraemon from a parallel universe?!? Hey!"
Bai Xiaolu complained but didn't say a word. In fact, in this world, everyone who cultivates immortality must have a storage bag, but that thing is too expensive.
At least for the Guixu Sect, hiss...never mind. Everyone has their own little secrets. My senior brothers and sisters are all extraordinary.
Bai Xiaolu and Luo Hongyi were both immersed in their own consciousness, not caring whether anyone paid attention to the stall or not.
Suddenly, a commotion and suppressed exclamations at the entrance of the market broke the two men's meditation.
"Get out of the way! Get the fuck out of my way!"
Rough shouts were heard along with heavy footsteps. Three monks, wearing short robes decorated with crimson flames, swaggered through the market.
The leader was a burly man with a face full of flesh and fierce eyes. He carried a long, crimson sword at his waist, the hilt inlaid with a low-quality fire spirit stone, emitting a scorching, restless aura. Behind him followed two equally arrogant henchmen.
The Red Fire Sect! The overlord of the outer reaches of the God Burial Abyss!
There are many sects outside the Burial God Abyss, but the most powerful one is the Red Fire Sect. This strength makes them arrogant and they bully the people at will.
The crowd in the market was like water surface where a stone had been thrown. They instantly parted to the sides, lowered their heads, remained silent as a mouse, and even breathed lightly.
The casual cultivators setting up stalls subconsciously hid their meager merchandise behind their backs.
The three people from the Red Fire Sect walked straight to the stall of an old woman selling candy figures.
The old woman had gray hair and a face covered with deep wrinkles. She wore an old cotton-padded jacket that was washed white and covered with patches. She was hunched over and carefully blowing the outline of a bird with malt sugar.
On the small cart in front of her were several blown-up sugar figures, which looked particularly fragile and beautiful in the dim light.
Bai Xiaolu noticed this person as soon as she came in, simply because she looked so much like her grandmother.
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