Mysterious mirror hanging high

On the third day after the [Neifang Assassination Case] ​​ended, all the mortal body cultivators involved in the case were arrested.

A total of 327 mortal body cultivators were arrested, 13 of whom were killed on the spot for resisting arrest, and the rest were temporarily detained in the market prison, waiting to be convicted after the large-scale auction was over.

Of course, most of these body cultivators knew nothing about this assassination attempt, and they were not even accomplices. The top leaders of the market town were obviously aware of this, so they could not do anything too embarrassing. In the end, the only punishment for most people was expulsion from the market town.

Many mortal body cultivators also sensed an unusual trend from this case. Many of them simply moved out of the market town with their families. Those whose families were related to the cultivators asked the cultivators in their family to inquire about the situation indirectly. When they learned that the mortal relatives of the cultivators would not be targeted this time, they felt a little relieved, but they also began to worry about their livelihood in the market town in the future.

This made the sheds in the outer area vacant for a while.

But soon these huts were filled with newly naturalized foreign monks, and there was even a situation where supply could not meet demand!

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, Fellow Daoist Wu, you don't know how shabby the Lingzhu Mountain Market where Li used to be is."

In a teahouse, Wu Buchun and Jing Yu were listening to a dark-faced man named Li Dahu telling his story in a vivid and colorful voice.

"The Lingzhu Mountain Market is rich in Lingzhu. The aged Lingzhu can be used as medicine and for refining wood-based magical instruments, which is excellent. However, when it comes to building houses, it is far inferior to the Anshen Wood from Guifang Market."

The dark-faced man gulped down a sip of tea and sighed, "The shacks in the outer districts over there are so shabby, they leak when it's sunny and leak when it rains... The living experience is so bad that I feel like I'm robbing them for paying one spirit stone a year!"

"The roads in that market are so bumpy, there's not even a safe place to step. I just don't understand. You say we're all cultivators, so repairing the road and turning the soil is just a matter of a Foundation Establishment cultivator's magic, right? How can you just watch that huge pothole on the main road stand there for decades without anyone doing anything about it? Foundation Establishment cultivators don't take that road."

Wu Buchun laughed awkwardly and said, "Then maybe he really won't leave. Foundation Establishment cultivators can't be banned from flying in the market..."

The dark-faced man slapped his head and said, "Fellow Daoist Wu, you may have hit the nail on the head."

"These are actually minor issues that will go away if you bear with them. The biggest problem with the Lingzhu Mountain Market is that the cultivators are generally too old!"

"All I see are old monks in their seventies and eighties! I'm fifty years old, which makes me one of the youngest in the market! Sigh, the old monks can't spend their spirit stones anymore, so they're all saving up their coffins and waiting to die. I wonder if they really want to take those few spirit stones with them into their coffins?"

"In the past few years, most of the young cultivators have left one after another. There are less than a thousand registered permanent cultivators left in the Lingzhu Mountain Market. With less than a thousand old cultivators almost dead, I'm afraid this market will be disbanded!"

"This Wushan Market is still the best. There are many young monks here, and everything is full of vitality and flourishing!"

"Yesterday I went to the night market in the market on purpose to check it out. Wow, it was brightly lit and bustling with people! Unlike the Lingzhu Mountain Market, after midnight, the entire market street was deserted, like a ghost town..."

"So, Fellow Daoist Li is planning to move to Wushan Market?" Jing Yu took a sip of tea and asked.

"I do have this plan. It's mainly because I'm a puppeteer and have this skill. I heard that Wushan Market will give an additional two spirit stones as a skill subsidy? I wonder if this is true or not?"

“Such a decree was recently issued.”

Wu Buchun said, "It seems that the order was issued personally by the head of the block, Yuwen Xiaojin, and the two deputy heads, Cangsong and Chilian... It seems that the leaders of our block market are also eager to recruit talents."

"Then I'm relieved." The dark-faced man exhaled and said with a smile, "Add the five spirit stones for naturalization, that's a full seven spirit stones. After you become naturalized, I'll also treat you two fellow Taoists to a feast!"

"But the Lingzhu Mountain Market is also under the jurisdiction of our Xiaoyao Alliance. According to custom, when resigning from there, shouldn't the five spirit stones given upon joining be returned?" Wu Buchun thought to himself, "Did you sort this out, fellow Daoist? Otherwise, there might be some disputes later."

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Wu. We have a rule within the Xiaoyao Alliance that if you have lived in a market town or immortal city for thirty years, you don't need to return the spirit stones when you withdraw from the alliance."

"Oh? It seems that fellow Daoist is a cultivator who was born and raised in Lingzhu Mountain Market?" Jing Yu said thoughtfully.

"Oh! If it weren't for the fact that there is no life over there and there is no way out, who would be willing to leave their hometown?" The black-faced man sighed.

"Fellow Daoist, there's no need to be sentimental. Now that you've come to our Wushan Market, good things are still to come!"

Wu Buchun quickly said, "As a puppeteer, fellow Daoist, you might also consider our [Wushan Puppet Club]. As the largest gathering place for puppeteers in Wushan Market, all our secret techniques are open to the public free of charge..."

The dark-faced man smiled and said, "I've long heard of Master Wu, the master who improved the Hercules puppet. When I'm settled down, I'll definitely pay him a visit..."

After the dark-faced man left, Wu Buchun said to Jing Yu, "Uncle Zhao, I heard that a young girl named Zhao Yuanxi from your family has discovered her spiritual roots and is hosting an Immortal Ascension Banquet tonight. You should attend, right?"

Jing Yu rolled his eyes: "That's my niece, how could I, her great-uncle, be absent?"

"That's great, let's go together." Wu Bushun said with a smile.

"Why are you joining in the fun? My third sister invited you?"

"That's right. Aunt Zhao was righteous and unwilling to collude with those mortal body cultivators who intended to assassinate my father. She reported the secret to the upper echelons of the market, which saved my father's life. Now that my father is still recovering from his injuries and it is inconvenient to visit, it is only right for me, as his son, to come and express my gratitude."

Wu Buchun said, "What a coincidence! Aunt Zhao's granddaughter has discovered her spiritual roots. I've done two things at once. Shouldn't I give the little girl a big red envelope?"

Jing Yu frowned upon hearing this: "Is everyone aware of my third sister's snitching?"

"The news has spread throughout the several blocks of the inner courtyard. Many monks are praising Aunt Zhao for her deep sense of justice!"

Wu Buchun gave a thumbs up: "I heard that there will be more awards in the market and a commendation meeting later..."

Jing Yu sighed in his heart. This time, his third sister and her family had seriously offended the mortal body cultivators who had not yet moved out of the market.

He also knew that this was also because the market town had set up a target and put it on the table to attract fire. It was nothing more than wanting to be a bad guy but not wanting to have a bad reputation. By clearing out the mortal body cultivators, the overall level of the market town residents was improved, and there was room for the monks who came from outside to immigrate. The market town also gained a good reputation... All the benefits were reaped by the top leaders of the market town.

Now all the blame is put on Zhao Mingyu, the informer...

But it’s not entirely true to say that Zhao Mingyu felt aggrieved.

Jing Yu could even imagine what her third sister was thinking—

How many people want to take the blame but don’t have the means to do so!