The King of Black Fog

This little disguise is as obvious as the old saying, "There's no three hundred taels of silver buried here."

He could even extend his Divine Sense along the Transmission Array to probe the situation on the other side—his battle with the Space Life Form had benefited him greatly.

[To the left.] He recalled what the girl said earlier about the Immortal.

[Keep going, good, go forward, don't stop.]

The girl walked forward six meters and stopped in front of a tree.

The Transmission Array was on the tree, it was a trigger type, even an ordinary girl could use it with just a little trick.

[Bump into it, quickly, with the determination of suicide.]

"Bump..." The girl looked puzzled.

[Once inside, follow my instructions, don't talk too much.]

Being a maid, the girl quickly grasped the meaning and understood that this tree must be struck.

She took a deep breath, sheltered her head with the hand holding the straw rope, pushed hard with both legs, and charged fiercely at the tree trunk.

When the girl's body was still a centimeter away from the tree trunk, patterns on the tree trunk emerged, and the patterns glowed faintly.

"Ah!" The girl did not hit a solid object, she stepped into the air, staggered several times, and then steadied herself.

In front of her was a bustling street paved with green stones.

Along the path, banners fluttered, cries of vendors resounded frequently, and in the 'Duan's Weapons' shop, a lizard-like Spirit Beast was furiously breathing fire at the furnace.

A man and a woman were coming out of the 'Lu's Vestment Robe Shop', the woman's vestment robe was dazzlingly neon, like a Fairy;

Children laughed and cheered, as someone was selling Spirit Beasts by the street side, a Spiritual Monkey was flipping and playing with a stick, which whooshed through the air.

In front of the Talisman Store, someone was quarreling, displaying a corpse, apparently because the talisman they purchased hadn't activated, resulting in being killed in battle, demanding compensation.

"Come, come, don't miss it as you pass by, recently there was a major battle on Month's Day, a large number of comrades died, lots of lands and houses are vacant, huge discounts!"

"The battle on Month's Day is over, and there's a clearance sale on the stockpiled Elixir Pills during the wartime, a grand promotion, buy fast!"

In mid-air, Talisman Swords flew back and forth, rushing around like carrier pigeons.

"Gulp!" The girl swallowed, "Oh divine one, I'm... I'm...."

[That's right,] Li Changzhou said with a slight smile.

"...I really died, this is Ghost Street, isn't it?" The girl looked dejected.

[...That book was true, there are Immortals here, this is a place where Immortals live.]

The girl's tender lips parted, and she was left stupefied.

Li Changzhou used Divine Sense to scan around a 10-meter radius, observing the surroundings, behind the girl was an osmanthus tree, and the Transmission Array patterns on it were gradually dimming.

[Snap out of it.]

The girl slowly closed her mouth.

[Shout with me: Selling ghosts, fresh hanged ghosts.]

"Sell, sell, sell ghosts?!" The girl stammered again.

[Shout.] Li Changzhou demanded with a single word.

The girl swallowed and began to shout softly: "Selling, selling ghosts, fresh... hanged ghosts."

[Didn't eat? Louder. Keep shouting.]

"Selling, selling ghosts..."

The small cultivator across the street, who was selling Spirit Earth, got anxious; one street, and it's either left or right, how could this go on!

She shouted: "Spirit Earth! Selling Spirit Earth!!"

Unexpectedly, the girl wasn't scared at all, instead, she seemed to be ignited with a competitive spirit by the girl her age, and shouted loudly:

"Selling ghosts! Selling ghosts! Freshly hanged ghosts!"

A sword-carrying man approached the girl: "How do you sell this ghost?"

The girl, who was bold just now, tensed up and instinctively shrank back.

[What are you afraid of? He can't be scarier than a ghost? Ask him, how much are you willing to pay?]

To muster courage, the girl glared at the man: "...How much can you pay?!"

The man glanced at the ghost head in the girl's arms, then at the headless ghost corpse floating like a balloon: "At most, three Spirit Stones."

[Don't sell.]

The girl didn't know what Spirit Stones were, but she replied firmly: "Not for sale!"

"Humph." The man with the sword flicked his sleeve and left.

Intermittently, four or five people came to ask for the price, the highest was four, the lowest was half a piece.

"Oh divine one," during a break, the girl whispered, "how many Spirit Stones is this ghost worth? And, what is a Spirit Stone?"

[How would I know how much a ghost is worth? I've never conducted such low-end business. Next time someone offers four Spirit Stones, sell it. As for what a Spirit Stone is, you'll know when you receive it.]

She yelled for another half hour.

The small cultivator selling Spirit Earth across the street made a sale, immediately showing off with the Spirit Crystals—the fragments of Spirit Stones, waving them at the girl from across the street.

The girl muttered in frustration: "People even buy dirt!"

Then she shouted even harder: "Selling ghosts! Freshly hanged ghosts! Come have a look! Freshly hanged ghosts here!"

A young man and woman approached.

"Junior sister, your Five Ghosts Killing Skill needs one more ghost, doesn't it? You don't have a hanged ghost yet, right?" the man asked.

"Indeed, I don't."

The man looked at the girl: "Hey..." he glanced at her, noticing her charm, "Fellow lady cultivator, how much for this ghost?"

"Four..."

[Six Spirit Stones.]

The girl quickly corrected herself: "Six Spirit Stones!"

The man frowned: "A ghost from a mere mortal, even if freshly dead, is worth at most four, six is too much."

[Think of Liu Yuanwai, tell the man: I hate men. Then tell the woman: Sister, I'll sell it to you for just four, will you buy it?]

"I hate men!" The girl spoke sincerely.

She then said to the female cultivator: "Sister, I'll sell it to you for just four, will you buy it?"

"Alright." The female cultivator smiled.

She was about to pay.

"Wait!" the male cultivator interrupted.

How could a man be stingy in front of a lady he admired!

"Six it is!" The male cultivator gritted his teeth, handing over six Spirit Stones.

"Senior brother..."

"No need to say more, junior sister, consider it a gift for your advancement to Qi Cultivation Fourth Layer."

The transaction was completed.

The girl clutched the six Spirit Stones she got from selling the ghost, her hands and feet numb, head dizzy, feeling as if she had stepped into a bizarre tale.

Meeting a ghost, an Immortal market, selling ghosts...

[Go to the Purple Bamboo Mountain Cultivation Technique Store.]

The girl snapped back to reality, but she didn't rush to go just yet.

She walked across the street, examining the Spirit Earth while playing with the six Spirit Stones in her hand.

When the small cultivator across the street trembled with anger, she finally left.

She arrived in front of the Purple Bamboo Mountain Cultivation Technique Store, its grandiose five-story building made her look back in awe.

She held onto a branch on her waist, drawing courage from it, and walked inside.