Clan Cultivation: The Ye Clan

At the end of the road was a place that sold spirit beasts. Ding Shuyao led Ye Zhenzhen there and saw all kinds of spirit beasts locked in cages of various sizes.

The spirit beasts all had injuries, some missing patches of fur, others missing arms or legs. Ye Zhenzhen glanced at them and then stopped looking.

There are too many pitiful people and things in this world; we can't control them, and we have no way to control them.

Ding Shuyao couldn't bear to watch any longer either, so she took Ye Zhenzhen's hand and turned to walk away.

Turning my head, I saw that next to the stall selling spirit beasts, around the corner, there was also a blanket for selling people.

Ding Shuyao glanced at it and then prepared to leave with Ye Zhenzhen.

Children shouldn't stay in places like this for too long.

Ye Zhenzhen also saw the stall selling people in the corner. Just as she was about to leave with Ding Shuyao, she glanced at it casually, and that one glance made Ye Zhenzhen stop in her tracks.

Ye Zhenzhen looked into a cage about half a person's height in the corner, where a man was huddled, looking very uncomfortable.

Why is he here?

Nanfeng, Shen Leling's most loyal dog in her past life, seems to have been dedicated to helping Shen Leling since she saved his life when he was in danger, even at the cost of his own life.

Although I didn't harm myself in my past life, I certainly caused myself a lot of trouble.

Since we've met him so many times in this lifetime, let's prepare a big gift for Shen Leling.

Ye Zhenzhen walked up to the stall owner, pointed at Nan Feng, and asked, "Fellow Daoist, how many spirit stones did he cost?"

The stall owner looked at Nanfeng, whom Ye Zhenzhen was pointing to, and said, "This man has dual spiritual roots of metal and fire, and his cultivation once reached the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. He suffered a minor injury to his meridians, which is why he has fallen to this state. He is still quite good at guarding the house. Since you are sincere, fellow Daoist, how about a fixed price of spirit stones?"

After the stall owner finished speaking, he looked at Ye Zhenzhen with a grin, like a wolf seeing a sheep.

Ye Zhenzhen glanced at the stall owner silently and said, "If he still had his original cultivation level, would he have fallen to the point of being sold? 1000 spirit stones, would you sell him?"

The stall owner looked incredulous when he heard the price; he had never seen anyone haggle like that before.

Although Ding Shuyao didn't understand why Ye Zhenzhen wanted to buy this person, it didn't stop her from speaking up for Ye Zhenzhen.

Ding Shuyao carefully observed Nanfeng and said, "This person is breathing rapidly and his breathing is disordered. There are also whip marks on his body. It looks like he won't live much longer. If we don't sell him now, he might die any day now, and then we'll really be stuck with him."

Hearing Ding Shuyao's words, Ye Zhenzhen smiled and glanced at her before turning back to the stall owner, saying, "If you sell now, you can still make 1000 spirit stones. Maybe the price won't be this high later."

After speaking, he looked at the stall owner with a smile, making the stall owner think to himself, "I only wanted to sell him so quickly because I thought he wouldn't live much longer, but this young fellow is really ruthless in his price-cutting."

The stall owner thought for a moment and decided to discuss it with Ye Zhenzhen again, saying, "Fellow Daoist, the price you offered is really too low. Please add a little more and I'll sell it."

Seeing that the stall owner had taken her words to heart, Ye Zhenzhen knew she had the upper hand and said, "The previous price was 1000 spirit stones. Now I only want to offer 800 spirit stones."

Ding Shuyao chimed in, "Stadium owner, have you thought this through? Keeping him around will cost you spirit stones too."

Upon hearing that Ye Zhenzhen's price had dropped instead of increased, the stall owner immediately panicked and said, "1000 spirit stones it is."

After saying that, he unlocked the cage, pulled Nanfeng out, grabbed him, and looked at Ye Zhenzhen.

Ye Zhenzhen handed a storage bag to the stall owner. After checking it and finding no problems, the stall owner pushed Nanfeng to Ye Zhenzhen.

He handed Ye Zhenzhen a bottle of medicine and said, "This medicine can unseal his spiritual power. Use it with caution."

Ye Zhenzhen nodded, took the medicine, and put it away.

Ye Zhenzhen looked at the stall owner and asked, "Do you still have any of those black robes that isolate divine sense? I'd like one for you. His clothes are all tattered and worn out, it's an eyesore!"

The stall owner held out his hand and said, "200 spirit stones, no bargaining."

Ye Zhenzhen pushed Nanfeng forward, stretched out her hand, looked at the stall owner, and said, "I don't want to buy it anymore, I'll give you a refund of the spirit stones."

The stall owner chuckled and said, "This is a ghost market. Once sold, there are no returns or exchanges. Don't try to use the same tricks you use on other shops here; it won't work."

Ye Zhenzhen was furious, forgetting that this was the Ghost Market.

He tossed 200 spirit stones to the stall owner, took the black robe, and threw it directly to Nanfeng.

He turned around and pulled Ding Shuyao away.

Nanfeng followed closely behind Ye Zhenzhen; she was his benefactor, and he couldn't lose her.

Ding Shuyao and Ye Zhenzhen strolled slowly outwards.

As Ye Zhenzhen approached the door, she received a telepathic message from the Moon-Illuminating Vine: "Zhenzhen, something seems to have happened at that stall where they were selling people. They're looking for someone, probably the person you bought from."

Ye Zhenzhen didn't ask for details, but instead sent a telepathic message to Yin Yue Ling Teng: "Quickly return to the place where we parted at the entrance; we need to leave as soon as possible."

He took Ding Shuyao's hand, glanced at Nanfeng, and quickly walked towards the valley entrance.

Nanfeng followed without a second thought.

The Moon-Reflecting Vine below was also rapidly shrinking its roots and vines.

Ding Shuyao didn't understand why they were in such a hurry when they were shopping so nicely, so she looked at Ye Zhenzhen.

Ye Zhenzhen didn't speak or send a telepathic message, and pulled Ding Shuyao out of the ghost market.

At the valley entrance, the Moon-Reflecting Vine quickly returned to Ye Zhenzhen's wrist.

Ye Zhenzhen said to Ding Shuyao, "Sister, flying carpet, quick!"

Seeing Ye Zhenzhen's serious expression, Ding Shuyao knew that the matter must be very serious.

They released a flying carpet, and the three of them boarded it and quickly disappeared into the distance.

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At the ghost market, a stall owner was gloating over a person he had just helped to a dying man when a man stood in front of him.

He asked, "Is there a man here whose meridians are all severed? Where is he?"

Seeing the other person's rude question, the stall owner said, "Who are you? Why should I tell you?"

The man showed no politeness, directly summoning his flying sword and pointing it at the stall owner's neck, while releasing the pressure of a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, saying, "Either talk, or die."

The stall owner, a mere Qi Refining Level 7 cultivator, was instantly terrified and knelt down, trembling as he replied, "The person you mentioned, senior, was just bought by two young ladies. Senior, I've told you everything I know, please, senior, spare me."

After saying that, the stall owner carefully moved back, afraid that if his senior's hand slipped, he would lose his life there.

The man said, "Who told you to sell him? Didn't I tell you to just lock him up and humiliate him? Why did you sell him?"

The stall owner said, "The person who sold it to me didn't say I couldn't sell it!"

The stall owner looked at the man with an innocent expression, hoping to evoke his pity.

He was disappointed. Upon hearing the news, the man ended the stall owner's life with a single sword stroke.

He turned and ran towards the valley entrance, chasing after them outside.