Gateway of Immortality

Qin Sang did not rush into the shops. His goal lay ahead, where the market for immortal cultivators had been set up, providing an area for free trading.

The gentle breeze and thin mist accompanied the murmurs of swallows.

In the winding plaza, the noise of the crowd was constant. Most immortal cultivators appeared in normal attire, but some stood out with their eccentric outfits—some were wrapped in serpents, while others rode tigers, leopards, or eagles.

A few were shrouded in black mist, exuding a menacing aura, clearly aiming to make others recognize them as demonic sect practitioners.

It seemed that the sects of righteous and demonic paths were not as antagonistic as expected, possibly due to the market's regulations.

These immortal cultivators resembled mundane vendors, setting up their stalls, displaying their goods, while customers squatted in front of the stalls, examining and bargaining.

Qin Sang was taken aback, not expecting the supposedly high-level trading among immortal cultivators to be so mundane. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on Novᴇ(l)Fɪre .ɴᴇt

However, these stall owners were quite different from ordinary merchants. Most were seated cross-legged, evidently practicing their cultivation in the gaps between customers. They only opened their eyes to engage when discussing prices.

Curious to observe, Qin Sang walked into the plaza and mingled with the crowd.