Chapter 21 Qinglin Square Market (Request for Monthly Ticket)
Dawn.
A thin mist hung in the air.
Qinglin Square sat atop a blue mountain, surrounded by a kind of towering blue trees.
The mountaintop was veiled in a thick fog, making the view unclear. At the foot of the mountain, rows of shacks were built, mostly using the crude timber readily available, making them appear exceptionally cramped and enclosed, with no gutters at the door, allowing sewage to flow freely.
"Is this Qinglin Square? Truly, seeing it is not as good as hearing about it..."
Fang Xing, in a simple blue robe with his hair tied up, was carrying a basket on his back, his face already disguised as an honest-looking youth who didn't seem much different from the locals.
He sighed at that moment, and from a distance, he remotely controlled a realistic simulation of a yellow sparrow to fly down into his basket.
He had gone to great lengths for today's exploration.
He had planned out many escape routes and had worn a junior nano protective suit under his robe, with an electric baton clipped to his waist, fully equipped for any eventuality.
Moreover, all along his journey, he was monitored by simulated bird drones, which kept a constant watch on his surroundings and had already helped him bypass several groups of individuals who clearly looked troublesome.
"Is this really a market for Cultivators, or is it a slum?"