Chapter 27 Jiang Family Market

"Those without a token will be charged one spirit stone to enter the city."

"If you wish to purchase a token, please come here. The token costs ten spirit stones. You can present the token when entering the city in the future."

Outside the Jiang Family Market, Jiang Family cultivators dressed in uniform black spirit robes pointed to the large characters carved on the market wall, indicating that all cultivators wishing to enter the city must either produce spirit stones or tokens.

Xu Yuanlang glanced at the many cultivators queuing outside the market and secretly estimated that without a token, the daily income from city fees alone would probably amount to several thousand spirit stones.

He envied them for a long time. The Jiang family, the Dian family, and the Xu family had a good relationship. Among them, the Jiang family was the strongest and had the most Foundation Establishment cultivators.

That's why they had the ability to build and maintain a market town.

"boom!"

Just as he was thinking, two cultivators in the crowd suddenly started fighting over a single word.

"Oh no, these two are both cultivators at the ninth level of Qi Refining."

"We'd better get away quickly, otherwise the fighting will definitely get involved with us."

The next moment, their sword energy transformed into a rain of swords, and they attacked right there in the crowd without any hesitation.

Sword energy transforms into rain, a startling sight; blood blooms into red flowers, filling the sky.

"Stone armor!"

Xu Yuanlang looked at the rain of swords spinning in the air and immediately guessed that he would not be able to dodge them. He hurriedly summoned the stone armor and poured all his spiritual power into it.

The next moment, the rain of swords fell suddenly like rain hitting duckweed, and in an instant, screams filled the entire entrance of the market.

Hundreds of cultivators were pierced by the rain of swords, and some unlucky ones were hit in vital areas, their lives ending instantly.

"Clang clang clang!"

The sword light struck the stone armor, producing a series of muffled sounds, and the terrifying power pierced through the stone armor and landed on his body.

Instantly, his body hunched over almost instinctively. He had competed with his third and fourth brothers before, but never had he been so one-sided.

Thinking of this, he gave a wry smile; his two older brothers really did care about him.

Just then, a huge golden head suddenly appeared in the sky, with a blue face and fangs. It stared angrily at the rain of swords and opened its mouth wide.

"stop!"

The moment those two words were uttered, a hurricane appeared on the spot, and the rain of swords seemed unable to withstand it, shattering with a crack.

"The Foundation Establishment senior has arrived!"

"We're saved!"

The numerous cultivators below, who were being covered by the rain of swords, escaped unscathed and fled as fast as they could from the city gate entrance.

The two rogue cultivators at the ninth level of Qi Refining were pinned to the spot, unable to move even a finger.

"I am Jiang Xushang, an elder of the Jiang family!"

The colossus dispersed, and a middle-aged Foundation Establishment cultivator slowly descended from the sky. The surrounding rogue cultivators quickly bowed to him.

"Elder, these two are habitual offenders. They have injured many rogue cultivators and family guards three times before, and they have repeatedly failed to change their ways."

I hope the elders will punish me!

The guards at the city gate of the Jiang family looked at the two of them and indignantly reported.

"Yeah!"

Jiang Xushang has an ordinary appearance, except for a scar at the corner of his eye, which makes him look much fiercer.

As for the two rogue cultivators at the ninth level of Qi Refining, they couldn't even open their mouths; they could only beg for mercy with fawning expressions.

"Since you two are so incorrigible and bully the weak, you cannot be allowed to live!"

When Jiang Xushang uttered the last word, he didn't seem to make any movement, but the heads of the two Qi Refining Level 9 cultivators suddenly exploded.

Blood mixed with brain matter flew three zhang away, and the cultivators entering the city were instantly terrified at the sight.

"Take down their relics and hang their magical artifacts on the city walls to intimidate others."

Anyone who dares to violate the rules of the Jiang family shall die!

Jiang Xushang's nonchalant tone completely sealed their fate.

He didn't even glance at the injured cultivators, and then drifted away.

"So this is what a Foundation Establishment cultivator is like! I must become one like that in the future."

"This is how we cultivators should be!"

Many cultivators watched Jiang Xushang's retreating figure with envy. After a long while, the group began to re-enter the market.

Xu Yuanlang looked with concern at the traces left by the battle between the ninth-level Qi Refining cultivators; the ground within a hundred feet around him was covered with countless sword marks.

Even such a master is no match for a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and doesn't even have the power to resist.

"I must establish my foundation; otherwise, even if I cultivate to the ninth level of Qi Refining, I will still be nothing more than an ant."

With this in mind, he handed over a spirit stone and stepped into Jiang Family Market.

Upon entering the city, the view suddenly narrowed, and three parallel streets appeared before us.

Following them were countless cultivators; although it wasn't exactly shoulder to shoulder, it was still a large crowd.

He either stayed on the mountain or guarded various spiritual veins, and had never seen so many cultivators before.

He looked around curiously, craning his neck at the countless new things, but then he remembered the warnings from his elders and quickly pulled his head back to appear composed, only glancing around discreetly out of the corner of his eye.

"Another country bumpkin has arrived. Judging from his naive appearance, he definitely doesn't know anything. He's a fat sheep."

Xu Yuanlang thought he was well disguised, but to others, it was obvious at a glance that this was his first time entering the market.

Immediately, a rogue cultivator who was eating a meal straightened his spiritual robe and then quickly moved forward.

"Fellow Daoist, this fellow Daoist!"

Xu Yuanlang was about to head to his own shop when he suddenly heard someone waving and calling to him from the side.

He looked around curiously, but everyone else ignored him and continued on their way. At that moment, the other person had already come to his side.

"Fellow Daoist, you are clearly an outstanding person. I happen to have some fine items that I acquired from the Qingming Sect. Would you like to take a look?"

The Azure Nether Sect? These three words are quite famous.

Seeing the look of shock flash across his face, the rogue cultivator felt a surge of joy, though he still maintained a smile.

"Come!"

He led Xu Yuanlang to a secluded spot, quietly took out a white bottle from his pocket, and opened it, releasing a fragrant aroma of medicinal herbs.

"This is the Azure Nether Sect's Divine Incense Pill..."

The rogue cultivator's eyes darted around, and he had prepared his words a thousand times before speaking, only to hear the other party speak disdainfully.

"This is nothing more than a low-grade first-level herbal elixir coated with some white lead powder to pass it off as a high-grade elixir."

"Fellow Daoist, do you think I'm a fool? How dare you claim this is a pill produced by the Qingming Sect?"

Xu Yuanlang waved his hand dismissively, fanning himself. He had learned how to distinguish genuine pills at the mountain academy, specifically to differentiate between real and fake ones.

"Oh no, this kid's not stupid!"

The rogue cultivator's eyes darted around, he waved his hand, and his expression instantly turned cold.

"Since that's the case, it seems I'll have to teach you a lesson, otherwise you won't know..."

"Bang!"

"what!"

Just as Sanxiu was about to continue speaking, a hand the size of a palm-leaf fan lifted him up.