The Qin Family Immortal Market Hall was a special administrative organization established by the Qin family after they took control of the Ziyun Market. Most of the people who worked there were cultivators from the Qin family. It was located right in the heart of the market. When Jiang Yun was there, this was also the place where Zhang Yuan's disciples managed the market.
Jiang Yun looked at the unfamiliar plaque in front of him, as well as the monks coming in and out. Everywhere he looked showed how busy this place was. The Qin family had spent a lot of money to renovate the market, buy and rent houses, and hold auctions. The prosperity here had long surpassed that of when Jiang Yun was there.
"Where is the house you rented, fellow Daoist?"
When Jiang Yun entered the Immortal Market Hall, a young cultivator in the early stages of Qi Refining rose to greet him. He handed over a map of the buildings in the Immortal Market.
Jiang Yun took the map and glanced at it. He immediately found that it was all about the outer city. There was no distribution of houses in the inner city. He immediately asked curiously:
“Why is there nothing available for rent or sale in the inner city?”
As Jiang Yun spoke, his mid-stage Foundation Establishment consciousness carefully explored the surroundings. The cultivators Xianshi Hall usually received were all in the early stages of Qi Refining, and they looked like the younger generation of the Qin family.
In the building behind the hall, there were several cultivators in the late Qi Refining stage, but no Foundation Establishment cultivators were found.
"All the houses in the inner city are already occupied. Now the only houses available for rent are in the outer city."
The cultivator from the Immortal Market Hall looked at Jiang Yun and said, "Only Foundation Establishment cultivators are eligible to rent in the inner city now." As for this person, he was obviously a Qi Refining cultivator.
Jiang Yun nodded after hearing this. He then looked at the rental prices. The outer city was divided into several areas, and the fees varied depending on the area. However, the price was not less than 100 spirit stones per year. Then he continued:
"I originally came here to stay with my brother, but unfortunately, I found that the entire store has been replaced. I had no choice but to look for a place to stay. It's too expensive. Can you see where my brother lives now?"
The monk, who had been quite respectful at first, suddenly became serious when he heard this. He immediately snatched the map from Jiang Yun's hand. He frowned and said:
"Don't come and cause trouble if you don't want to rent a house." He has seen many people like this. Since he has finally come to the inner city, he hurried over to see if there are any cheap houses.
The clerk looked at Jiang Yun with disdain and sat down on the chair he had been sitting on. Then he said with a sneer:
"If you want something cheaper, share a room. There's a place in the outer city that specializes in this. A single room costs 10 spirit stones a year. Cheap enough, right?"
He said this, but his contempt was even greater. This cultivator from the outer city had rented a house, divided it into tiny rooms, one for each person, and then sublet it to mortals or cultivators in the early stages of Qi Refining. In his opinion, that was not a place for human habitation.
"Well, I still want to find my brother. He wrote to me saying that he found a good boss and earns a lot of spirit stones a year. Fellow Daoist, please be flexible."
Jiang Yun said, carefully took out 10 low-grade spirit stones from the storage bag, and handed them to the cultivator who had just come. Seeing the spirit stones, the cultivator's face was filled with smiles. He immediately said:
"Sure, sure. Where did your brother work?"
The cultivator from the Immortal Market Hall had never thought he could find out. According to him, the owner had changed, and it was very likely that he had either left the place or met with an unexpected accident. But now that the spirit stone was in his hands, there was no need to think about returning it. He immediately continued in a nonchalant tone:
"Let me make this clear first. I'll help you check. If you can find it, it's your good fortune. If you can't, don't blame me."
Jiang Yun nodded quickly after hearing this and said,
"My brother's surname is Song, and his name is Song Qing. He used to work in the Shixiang Pavilion in the inner city."
This was the middle-aged monk who had been hired by Uncle Fu to cook when Jiang Yun came last. He also had a child named Song Zhiyun, who worked as a waiter in the Food Fragrance Pavilion and was known as Little Song.
"What? Food Fragrance Pavilion?!" The monk, who had originally looked relaxed, suddenly changed his expression upon hearing this name. His relaxed demeanor instantly tensed up, and he stared intently at Jiang Yun.
"What's the problem?"
Jiang Yun pretended to be a little overwhelmed and said this, while secretly thinking in his heart that it seemed that he had found the right place.
"Okay, okay, Shixiang Pavilion, right? Wait a moment, I'll find someone to help you check."
After the monk finished speaking, he hurriedly looked around and saw a monk who was also reading a miscellaneous book. He quickly used his spiritual energy to secretly transmit his voice:
"Hurry up and find Uncle Chengge, there are cultivators from the Shixiang Pavilion coming!"
Jiang Yun had an expectant and slightly anxious look on his face, but because of his spiritual awareness in the middle stage of foundation building, their voice transmission rang in Jiang Yun's ears extremely clearly, as if two people were talking loudly in front of Jiang Yun.
Jiang Yun pretended not to know on the surface, but in fact he was secretly alert in his heart.
After receiving a message from his companion, the cultivator who had just been reading a miscellaneous book quickly put it away and ran towards the back hall of the Immortal Market Hall. A moment later, in Jiang Yun's consciousness, a middle-aged cultivator in the late Qi Refining stage, accompanied by three cultivators in the middle Qi Refining stage, walked over quickly.
"What's this, fellow Daoist?"
Jiang Yun looked at the monks standing in front of him. The middle-aged monk in the lead had a full beard and a scar on his mouth that went straight through his right cheek, giving people an inexplicable sense of oppression.
"Song Qing from Shixiang Pavilion is your brother?"
The middle-aged monk looked at Jiang Yun and spoke in a deep and powerful voice.
"Yes...yes, what's wrong?"
Jiang Yun's face showed surprise and he looked at the other party with horror.
"Okay, that's right. The people from Shixiang Pavilion colluded with the evil cultivators and have all been captured. Come with us!" After the middle-aged cultivator finished speaking, he grabbed Jiang Yun with his big hand and lifted him up in his hand.
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