CHAPTER 250: CHAPTER 190: STIRRING UP TROUBLE

Chapter 190 Initiating Trouble

The lowest level is the Spiritual Acupoint, a place where Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi naturally gathers, rich enough to produce strands of Spiritual Qi, beneficial for cultivation.

And once a cultivator settles there, safety is naturally ensured, even a small village can easily attract people to settle and flourish.

The cultivators stationed in this city rely on the Spiritual Qi produced by the Spiritual Acupoint to raise Demon Beasts and regularly extract blood to manufacture Spirit Ink.

Indeed, the cultivator family stationed here is adept at Talisman Making.

So, there’s a marketplace in the city, though calling it a marketplace is a bit much; it’s merely a shop selling Spirit Talismans, with limited types and quantity. Loose cultivators can trade within the courtyard without fees.

However, loose cultivators rarely pass by, usually only during a customary gathering month once a year, when it gets a bit lively, although it rarely exceeds ten people.

Currently, with the two major guilds trying to curry favor, Small Knife has learned many secrets, like the common player rumor that players cannot purchase cultivator treasures and are usually pursued and robbed, which is not entirely true.

At least, with years of development, the two major guilds have some trading avenues and good relations with some native forces.

Purchasing entry items is still possible.

Surveying this large city, it is the largest city encountered on this journey.

This journey was peaceful, but being unable to log off was too boring.

The business was also at a bottleneck, lacking key test specimens.

But in the end, Small Knife chose to be cautious.

After all, this is outside the Celestial Net.

Then the caravan traveled from city to city.

The personnel and goods of the caravan changed several times, and even the carriage Small Knife rode in changed three times.

He remained hidden among them.

The destination was not far now, just three small towns to pass through.

As usual, Small Knife went shopping in this small town with the vice president accompanying him.

"I want to buy some Spirit Talismans. Is there a marketplace here? You know I am not short of Spirit Stones," Small Knife said cheerfully, his voice slightly loud.

He even took out a bag of Spirit Stones and shook it with smug satisfaction.

This startled the vice president beside him, who quickly and cautiously looked around.

"Brother Dao, keep it down."

After much persuasion, wanting to buy Spirit Talismans, the Four Seas Guild could help, without charging extra, but don’t speak recklessly outside.

In this world, a place called a city is necessarily guarded by an Immortal Market.

Eventually, Small Knife was dissuaded and returned.

The vice president didn’t notice; on the way back, a slight smile appeared on Small Knife’s lips.

Finally, the time has come; I’ve been holding back for too long.

I’m going to initiate trouble, I have to cause trouble.

As long as I’m not dead, I’ll carry on causing trouble.

Small Knife entered the Qi Cultivation Stage, achieving Transcendence, having a slight sense of other cultivators.

Earlier, he already sensed cultivators passing by, faintly.

This is a small town, with only one Immortal Master dedicated; not sure if it’s him, the sense, coupled with estimation, suggests the other is about the same as himself, probably also at First-Layer Qi Cultivation.

Soon, the caravan set off.

"There’s business." An inconspicuous sharp-faced man hurriedly arrived at the mansion matching the City Lord’s Mansion’s size in this city.

In the grand mansion’s courtyard, the numerous servants dared not obstruct him.

Because this was an Immortal Master, a friend of the city’s dedicated Immortal Master.

The dedication naturally guards this city.

As long as an Immortal Master guards it, it can be called a city, ensuring its safety, at least able to withstand Fierce Beast attacks, so it prospers, and population isn’t an issue.

"There’s business, business is here." At this moment, the sharp-faced Immortal Master excitedly rushed inside.

He likes to pretend as an ordinary person wandering around the city, mainly to search for beauties, while conveniently observing passing caravans for good items.

Spiritual Materials usually have Spiritual Qi fluctuations, unknown to commoners, who like to hide them among other goods.

Yet, they don’t know they are the favorite targets of Immortal Masters.

Even so, such opportunities are rare, typically just rumors among Immortal Masters.

For a city of this level, losing a few women is nothing.

Moreover, he considers himself low-key.

"Commoners?" Inside, a small-eyed fat man on the big bed got excited, sitting up and shaking his fat.

"Immortal Master! Only First-Layer Qi Cultivation."

Instantly, the small-eyed fat man shook his head vigorously, refusing adamantly.

Though he is at Qi Cultivation Second Layer.

"A commoner caravan, looking at that caravan manager’s subservient demeanor, must know its identity; this caravan must have good things, otherwise, it wouldn’t hire an Immortal Master for escort," the sharp-faced Immortal Master spoke incessantly.

The small-eyed Immortal Master kept shaking his head, refusing to agree.

He wouldn’t do risky things.

If they were commoners, that would be a different story.

However, finally, the sharp-faced Immortal Master gritted his teeth, went all out, and took out four Spirit Talismans.

The kid’s tone and his own sense, this time, it’s definitely not a loss.

...!

On Small Knife’s side, they left with the caravan.

Soon he was smiling, sensing two indistinctly present auras following him.

Obviously, they are Immortal Masters who can’t conceal their aura, hmm, just like himself.

Especially himself, akin to someone who has just broken through, with a scattered aura.

This was naturally intentional.

Small Knife had perused a wealth of collected intelligence from beta players, much of it was paid for, this judgment shouldn’t be off.

Ordinary Immortal Masters are high and mighty among commoners but are in fact quite struggling among cultivators with no prospects.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t be mingling aimlessly among commoners.

Subsequently, Small Knife slipped off the carriage for a stroll.

No way, the journey was too boring, annoying.

As he got off the carriage, the vice president hurriedly jogged over to accompany him.