The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 558

The floating market was bustling with people.

It was nothing like Caspian ever saw.

Aside from being back at the Heavenly Stars Sect, he never saw that many cultivators gathered in one place.

They called out to each other, haggled, and bargained.

It was a sight that made one feel at home.

The cultivators wandering around Caspian and Maya were all individual cultivators.

Thus, they wore all kinds of different clothing, making for a pretty surprising sight.

It was completely different from what they were used to back at the Heavenly Stars Sect, where all the disciples wore the same clothing.

After a fun round of people watching, Caspian began to shop around the market at his own pace.

The village was fully utilized by cultivators.

The streets were lined with stalls that were set up by the individual cultivators.

Most of the cultivators sold goods and products.

They laid them out on their stalls, and anyone of interest was free to go up to them and ask about the price.

However, the prices were not fixed.

Both parties were free to discuss and haggle, then pay with either spirit stones or their objects of equal trade upon agreement.

There were no fixed rules. Some of the other cultivators, on the other hand, were there to collect the goods they needed.

They would have stalls of their own as well but instead list out the items they looked for as well as details such as the quantity and quality they were after or the price they were willing to pay.

Then, they would simply wait for people to approach them.

Wandering further, one would be able to spot some cultivators haggling with each other.

Some discussions would flush their necks all the way red.

In moments like that, if Caspian did not know that those people were cultivators or properly taken in the sight of the bizarre items on the stalls, he would have thought he came to a bustling market.

While wandering, Caspian kept his goal in mind, to look for a Ganoderma Lucidum that was aged for at least seventy-five years, as well as a piece of hemlock that was passed through lightning.

As both he and Maya had their things to look for, they split apart to save time and agreed on a time to gather after.

Shortly after, as Caspian walked between the rows of stalls, a man wearing a turban and a sallow complexion approached him.

The street was not wide, to begin with.

With the stalls that lined its sides, it was even more of a squeeze.

Just as Caspian was about to dodge the man, he walked right up to him. Caspian‘s expression remained unchanged, but his eyes flashed with a glimmer of wariness.

The man with the turban and frail appearance did not seem like he had bad intentions either.

He quickened his steps until he was barely a breath away from Caspian.

He stopped, sized Caspian up and down slyly before opening his mouth to crack a sinister smile.

“Psst, young man.

I’ve got some good stuff here, do you want any?”

Upon his words, he pulled the front of his coat open, before scrambling to close it back immediately.

It was as if he was deathly afraid he would be caught.

Despite his speed, Caspian was able to catch a pretty clear glance of what was underneath.

On the other side of the man’s long robes were an abundance of small painted albums with salacious covers.

They all had extremely suggestive titles as well, such as “The Beauty With Plump Skin” among others.

“What do you say, young man? Want one? They’re of a very precious collection, and they’re even been charmed with spells to make you feel as if you’re in the book yourself! Only two hundred and eighty-eight fedulings for a copy, just two -eighty-eight! How about that?” The man spoke at a pace so rapid, spit was practically flying out of his mouth.

“No, thank you.” Caspian shook his head.

He had no interest in things like these.

The man, on the other hand, thought Caspian’s rejection was because the price was too high.

To him, there was no way a young, hormonal man like the one would turn down something as good as it!

Seeing as Caspian was about to leave, he hurried forward to match his pace next to him.