Xiao Huanhai.
Jade Island, Xuanbi Cave.
"There isn't a dedicated weapon-refining room in this cave, after all, it's the residence of a water-based alchemist—"
Fang Qing sat cross-legged, silently pondering.
Generally
speaking, most weapon refining methods are fire-based, either drawing on underground fire veins, using the cultivator's own true fire, or the flames of demonic beasts or the fire of formations—
"The sect does have a dedicated earth fire room, drawing on underground fire veins for weapon refiners to use—"
"However, as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, the most convenient method is still using one's own innate true fire."
He patted his storage bag, laying out the materials one by one.
Xuan Yuan Geng Gold, Silver Gang Essence, Hundred Chain Xuan Iron—and second-tier Ice Soul Cold Water for quenching, and of course, the most important thing is the Three-Ten-Two Heavenly Star Sand!
"The ancient Shu people's method of forging flying swords emphasizes purity above all else. It doesn't require any messy restrictions; the requirements are relatively low—I am a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and with the assistance of powerful divine sense, I can complete this independently."
Fang Qing converted his mana and spat out a mouthful of innate true fire, which landed on the Hundred Chains of Profound Iron. Scorched
by this true fire, the room temperature immediately rose, and the Profound Iron turned reddish-yellow, becoming translucent, showing faint signs of melting. Several days later, after resting briefly and recovering his mana, he looked at the pool of molten iron before him and added Silver Gang Essence— one material after another was continuously added by Fang Qing to the molten metal, finally including the Heavenly Pivot Star Sand, which shimmered with starlight! "Now—merge!" He released his divine sense to assist in refining the flying sword, and suddenly his hands formed hand seals, stretching the molten metal into a thin strip. A flying sword about three inches long gradually took shape. *Sizzle! * After being quenched by the second-tier Ice Soul Cold Water, it faintly exuded a sharp aura. Seeing this, Fang Qing's expression remained calm as he continued to spew forth innate true fire, refining the sword. Gradually, the flying sword became transparent, its blade continuously refined, seemingly about to disappear— "Ancient Shu flying swords have a dual refinement of form and substance—first, a sword embryo is formed, then it is refined from form and substance to formlessness and intangibility, and then from formlessness and intangibility back to form and substance—this is one transformation!" Fang Qing thought of the sword-refining incantation in the *Heavenly Escape Sword Manual*, his eyes brightening slightly. "The so-called Nine-Transformation Flying Sword repeats this process nine times, until the flying sword is completely free of impurities, pure and flawless—" "Of course, with my current level of magical power, I'm already quite good at completing one transformation—" Several months later, looking at the flying sword that had been refined from formlessness and intangibility back to form and substance, completing one transformation, Fang Qing showed a hint of satisfaction. The sword was no more than three inches long, had no hilt, and its blade was semi-transparent, slightly shimmering with starlight. He cast a spell, and the sword suddenly lengthened to about three feet. "This is the limit of the first revolution. If it were a nine-revolution flying sword, its size would be entirely at his command, as small as a mustard seed or as large as Mount Sumeru, all within a single thought." Fang Qing converted his [Lou Jin] magic power and inhaled. This breath of the first-revolution flying sword instantly transformed into a wisp of golden energy, which he absorbed into his body, circulating in his lungs as a wisp of lung-golden energy, nourished by the [Lou Jin] magic power. "The materials used to forge this sword are of good quality, so it's a first-revolution flying sword right out of the furnace—after that, the cultivator needs to continuously refine it to potentially improve along with the cultivator's realm. It's a slow and steady process—quite similar to the natal magic treasures here, only a major realm earlier." "Furthermore, this kind of improvement is too slow—it's definitely faster to go out and fight sword cultivators of the same level—" Fang Qing shook his head, banishing this unsuitable thought from his mind, and stood up again to test the sharpness of the flying sword. Whoosh! He formed a sword with his fingers, and a sword light suddenly appeared in the secret chamber. The sword light of this flying sword was like a sky full of stars, like smoke and mist, agile and unpredictable, suddenly slashing down on the wall of the secret chamber. The array restrictions that had withstood the attacks of Foundation Establishment cultivators for so long instantly collapsed, revealing a deep sword mark. "Excellent! This natal flying sword is almost one with the cultivator's magic power, its operation is flawless in every detail—even when flying, the cultivator and sword are one, the flying sword as the tip, cutting through the atmosphere to move forward—" Thinking of the cultivators here, many of whom were still flying on or sitting on sword-shaped magic weapons, Fang Qing suddenly felt a sense of unbearable urge to watch. "Hmm—indeed, the Sharp Edge Chapter" complements the natal flying sword perfectly. Feeling the enhancement of his own Dao Foundation on the flying sword, Fang Qing was very satisfied. "The sword forging is complete—only the final step remains: naming it." "This sword uses Tianxuan Star Sand," meaning it can draw upon the power of celestial bodies, making it a flying sword with stellar attributes—" "It will inevitably accompany me through bloodshed and battles, so let's name it 'Kill the Wolf'—" he decided. "Kill the Wolf" is a combination of Seven Kills, Breaking Army, and Greedy Wolf! Choosing "Kill the Wolf" naturally meant hoping the sword would possess the sharpness of Breaking Army, the aura of Seven Kills, and the power of Greedy Wolf! "Having 'Kill the Wolf' by my side is almost equivalent to nurturing a nascent magic weapon in advance—greatly beneficial for future battles, even after achieving Core Formation here, I'll have a suitable magic weapon to use—" Fang Qing, with his cheat-like advantage, was naturally full of confidence, looking forward to the path to Core Formation. "However, the third-tier resources here in the Little Universe Sea are somewhat scarce—the Chaotic Sea Flood Dragon and Linghu Jin have both attempted Core Formation, and I'm afraid they've exhausted the Azure Sea Sect's reserves, which will be difficult to recover in several hundred years—"
"Perhaps, after I reach the late Foundation Establishment stage, I should consider going to the East Sea Immortal Cultivation World to form my Core?"
He pondered for a moment, then suddenly thought of the secret realm of Tianxin Island, which seemed to open only once every few decades.
At that time, he would be around the late Foundation Establishment stage, and if there were Core Formation materials within the secret realm, it would be something to look forward to.
Having refined the "Killing Wolf" flying sword, Fang Qing was in high spirits. He went out for half a month of leisure before returning to his cave dwelling.
Beside the second-tier cold spring
, Fang Qing converted his [Ji Water] magic power. With the blessing of his "Long-lasting Dew" Dao foundation, his perception of this second-tier cold spring became increasingly clear.
After all, [Ji Water] was also known as [Fountain Water]! It corresponded precisely to the cold and hot springs of water-based alchemy—
it was precisely because of this that Fang Qing's water-based alchemy skills had progressed so rapidly.
"If before, having only refined Foundation Establishment Pills, I could be considered a near-second-tier high-grade alchemist—now, having forged the [Ji Shui] Dao Foundation, I should be considered a true second-tier high-grade alchemist—and even have hope of breaking through to the near-third-tier alchemist level!"
After briefly attempting to refine a few second-tier pills, the results, both in quantity and quality, far surpassed his previous work, leading Fang Qing to this conclusion.
His alchemy skills were actually still inferior to Tian Ding's, but his extremely high affinity with the spring water had effectively leveled the gap.
"If I could hone a third-tier water-based alchemy technique, I could even make a living in the East Sea cultivation world—"
Fang Qing had heard that the East Sea cultivation world was many times larger than the Small Huan Hai, teeming with Core Formation Ancestors and occasionally appearing Nascent Soul cultivators.
In
comparison, the Small Huan Hai cultivation world was merely a remote corner of the countryside, and few Core Formation cultivators would even consider it.
In the cultivation world of the East Sea, second-tier cultivation skills are barely enough to make a living; only third-tier skills are widely valued and treated as guest masters by major powers.
"But here in the Lesser Universe Sea, second-tier superior alchemy is more than sufficient—Tian Ding's own alchemy skills are similar to mine, and he also possesses the sect's only third-tier spiritual spring, earning him the title of alchemy grandmaster—he's probably the number one alchemist in the Lesser Universe Sea now."
Fang Qing shook his head, somewhat amused. "However, since he's a second-tier superior alchemist, he can start collecting some materials—"
The pill formula he was preparing to collect was called "Breakthrough Pill," undoubtedly an upgraded version of the "Minor Breakthrough Pill," used to assist mid-Foundation Establishment cultivators in breaking through late-stage bottlenecks, ranking as a second-tier superior!
Within the sect, there's probably no stock of this kind of pill; only when a Core Formation seed breaks through is a special batch prepared.
Fang Qing was well aware of his own limitations. With his mid-grade water-elemental root, there was no way he could ever achieve the status of a Core Formation seed. Even with the Dao-Generating Pearl to help purify his cultivation through pills, he was highly likely to encounter a bottleneck at the peak of the mid-Foundation Establishment stage!
This was clearly a hindrance from his spiritual root; for those with mid-grade aptitude, reaching the Foundation Establishment stage was essentially a difficult path, almost inevitably leading to a bottleneck when encountering a major advancement.
Therefore, he needed to prepare in advance to avoid being caught off guard.
"The Breakthrough Pill series, and finally, the Great Breakthrough Pill," almost a third-tier pill—its purpose is to assist cultivators at the peak of the late Foundation Establishment stage in breaking through to the Pseudo-Core stage! The
so-called Pseudo-Core stage is actually the completion of Foundation Establishment, but the condensation of the last drop of liquid mana is obviously not so easy, and there is also a bottleneck.
Otherwise, Elders like Tian Ding and Wan Bao wouldn't just be at the late Foundation Establishment stage.
"Ninety-nine drops of liquid mana at the peak of the late Foundation Establishment stage seem to differ from one drop of one hundred drops at the False Core stage—but in reality, it's a qualitative leap in mana, a hurdle in itself. Without breaking through this bottleneck, the last drop of liquid mana simply cannot be condensed—"
At this point, the superiority of those with Heavenly Grade Spiritual Roots becomes apparent; these bottlenecks simply don't exist!
As long as the mana is sufficient, a breakthrough will occur naturally.
"Hmm? Why did I suddenly think of Wanbao and Tianding?"
Fang Qing, having diligently cultivated divination techniques for many years, now had a certain intuition: "Not good!"
His expression immediately became wary, and he mentally cast a divination.
Several plum blossom phantoms danced in the air, and tortoise shells and yarrow stalks used for divination appeared around him.
This was the culmination of his years of absorbing the essence of other divination texts and fusing them into one.
"Hmm—a wise man is mindful of danger even in times of peace? Indeed, danger is approaching—but as long as I guard the gates , I'll be safe—"
After a moment, Fang Qing looked at the divination results and silently calculated: "It seems it's not some Nascent Soul cultivator attacking, or a cataclysmic disaster—but rather a calamity within the third rank. Although the Azure Sea Sect will suffer some losses, with the Core Formation Ancestor and the great formation, the sect can be safe." His
expression hardened, and he immediately disregarded everything else, using the Dao-Born Pearl to give Qin Ruxue a message, suggesting she find an excuse to return to the sect.
The far west was the place where Dream, the Master of Ceremonies, and the others had gone. Initially, everyone thought it was simply a matter of establishing a lower temple, so many cultivators and spirits signed up to follow. However, upon arriving, they discovered that the place was unsuitable for humans and spirits. Here,
Purple Mansion cultivators were everywhere, and Golden Core cultivators were treated like dogs; perhaps only higher-level Nascent Soul and Dharma Aspect cultivators could stand up and tremble. As for Foundation Establishment cultivators? Heh, they were just a bunch of cannon fodder. Wang Quan was stunned. During this time, although he had corresponded with Dream, the Master of Ceremonies, and the others, it wasn't frequent: only once a year. In their letters, they only complained about how many unlucky souls had died, how the corpses were disposed of, and what strange phenomena had occurred. They never mentioned that the far west would continue to recruit Foundation Establishment cultivators as cannon fodder. But now… everyone sighed, their spirits low, and they dispersed early. ----------------- Several days passed in a flash: The Si family was the first to send someone to invite Wang Quan to the Foundation Establishment banquet. To his surprise, very few people attended, only a handful. Most of these people were relatives of the several Foundation Establishment cultivators, and a few were close friends. Wang Quan was one of these friends. The Foundation Establishment power emanating from these several Foundation Establishment cultivators was far stronger than that of the Dreamy Daoist nun. They were quite pleased to see Wang Quan arrive and raised their cups. Wang Quan responded to each of them. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, these Foundation Establishment cultivators didn't waste any time and immediately began to explain their Foundation Establishment experience and its mysteries. They spoke in Daoist language, far more complex than the Dreamy Daoist nun's. The others were bewildered, but Wang Quan understood clearly. In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the Foundation Establishment cultivators finished speaking. They looked at Wang Quan: "Fellow Daoist, is there anything you don't understand? We'll explain it to you in plain language." Wang Quan shook his head: "I have a high level of knowledge of Daoist scriptures; I can understand everything!" A female cultivator named Si Xiaohong, with a plump figure, a ponytail, an oval face, and dimples when she smiled, said: "That's true. We can't even understand the method for refining the Five-Colored Altar, yet you can." "We speak Daoist language, but to you, it's like plain language!" A girl tugged at Si Xiaohong's sleeve: "Grandma, I don't understand." *Smack! * Si Xiaohong slapped her head: "You brat, I told you to study hard and improve every day; but you're either teasing monsters or tormenting new cultivators." "Serves you right for not understanding!" the girl said resentfully: "Grandma, he doesn't understand, yet you still insist on explaining." "I don't understand, so why are you slapping me?" "It's painful! It's disheartening!" Si Xiaohong rolled her eyes and slapped the girl's head again: *Bang!* The girl turned into a rag doll and fell onto the chair. Everyone burst into laughter. Amidst the clinking of glasses and pleasantries, several Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Si family spoke of the far west: "Fellow Daoist, this trip to the far west may be our last!" "We hope that in the next few years, if you have the ability, you will look after our family!" Wang Quan nodded: "No problem!" "By the way, is it mandatory to go after Foundation Establishment?" "Can't we refuse?" Si Xiaohong smiled bitterly: "Of course you can refuse!" "However, if you refuse, we and our family members will lose our membership in the Drowning Path!" "Our bloodline within ten generations will also be forbidden from joining the Drowning Path!" "Even more terrifying is that the three thousand unorthodox paths, eight hundred side sects, and one hundred and eight orthodox Xuanmen will all record our bloodline." Upon hearing this, Wang Quan fell completely silent. Good heavens, the Drowning Path is truly ruthless in finding cannon fodder. Compared to the Drowning Path, the various families and organizations playing with bloodletting and induced organ growth in this Drowning Path's lower courtyard seems insignificant. It seems they are all of the same lineage? "In that case, returning in the future will be as difficult as ascending to heaven," Wang Quan sighed. Si Xiaohong and the others sighed in agreement, "Yes!" "Even if we reach the Purple Mansion realm and achieve the Golden Core in the far west, we might not be able to return alive." For a moment, everyone fell silent. Wang Quan drank two more cups of wine, "When are you leaving?" Si Xiaohong: "A month later!" Wang Quan understood, then exchanged some pleasantries and left. For the next half month, he attended one Foundation Establishment banquet after another from various families and organizations. There weren't many people at the banquets. Without exception, the Foundation Establishment cultivators who hosted these banquets asked Wang Quan not to make things difficult for their families and organizations. Wang Quan agreed to each one, "We are all friends, and we will definitely help each other!" "Besides, in a few years, I will also achieve Foundation Establishment." "At that time, I will probably also go to the far west!"
A Foundation Establishment cultivator muttered, "If we delay for a few more years, ten or eight years, we won't need to go when we reach Foundation Establishment again!"
Wang Quan shook his head: "The far west is indeed terrifying, but how can we cultivators retreat and hide because of such a small danger?" "
If we hide this time, what about next time?"
Many Foundation Establishment cultivators remained silent.
If they had a choice, they wouldn't care about the future.
Unfortunately, they couldn't abandon their families and their bloodlines.
So, they had no choice.
A month later:
Several hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators quietly left the Drowning Lower Academy.
Their departure didn't cause any ripples in the Lower Academy.
It didn't even cause much of a stir within their families.
When these cultivators left, Wang Quan entrusted them to deliver a letter to the Master of Ceremonies, Dream, and Fairy Qin.
At the same time, he also entrusted these Foundation Establishment cultivators to help the three of them.
The Foundation Establishment cultivators laughed and said, "Don't worry, we're all from the same hometown, we'll definitely help each other out; while we can't say we'll go to great lengths for each other, we'll at least lend a hand."
Wang Quan...
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Far West: A group of Foundation Establishment cultivators, weary from their journey, arrived at a dilapidated courtyard.
They surveyed the courtyard and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the crookedly hung sign that read "Pure and Immaculate" at the entrance: "Finally found a place!"
"Hey, didn't Fellow Daoist Sahua say this brothel was high-class, magnificent, and bustling with people?"
"Why is it so dilapidated?"
At this moment, a group of cultivators were drinking in the neighboring courtyard. Drunk, they were quite surprised to see so many Foundation Establishment cultivators: "Why are you coming to the slums to play with women?"
Many Foundation Establishment cultivators were bewildered: "This... the slums?"
The neighboring cultivators nodded: "That's right, Foundation Establishment cultivators without backing or ability all come to the slums."
"Gentlemen, if you really want to have fun, go to the city."
"Widow Qin in this courtyard is quite aloof these days, easily losing her temper."
"Her service attitude is terrible now, probably going through menopause!"
A female cultivator chuckled: "I like bad tempers!"
The neighboring cultivators... *
whoosh*!
Hundreds of Foundation Establishment cultivators surged into the courtyard: "Fairy Qin, the Flower-Scattering Daoist has asked us to take care of you!"
The cultivators next door gasped: "Good heavens!" "
The Flower-Scattering Daoist? Who is this ruthless person? Arranging so many people at once? Is he trying to kill Widow Qin?"
Seeing that Yang Ding was truly there to discuss business, Mu Lan lowered her guard and sat down in her office chair to consider his plan.
"Your idea is indeed quite interesting."
Not only would it incite these pirate dogs to fight amongst themselves, but it would also shift the conflict to the Wang family and other empires, reducing the sense of crisis among the three city lords of Jiangling City, Xiyu City, and Beijing City, preventing them from uniting to declare independence.
Once the Wang family was wiped out and Grandmaster Wang Xuehua was killed, it would have a deterrent effect, and the other city lords would behave themselves for a while afterward.
Yang Ding quickly boasted to himself.
"Absolutely," Mu Lan replied with a disdainful smile. "I'm just a poor, lonely young man from a maternity ward, yet I've managed to thrive in Jiangling City, even managing to win over Governor Zhou. It's all thanks to my resourcefulness."
Mu Lan, however, smiled contemptuously. She was a Grandmaster with a lifespan exceeding one hundred years; what kind of clever men hadn't she seen? Who could be smarter than the Queen?
Who could be more elegant and virtuous than Grandmaster Ye Jian?
For nearly a century, countless men have lusted after her body; they've long been numb to a little brat like Yang Ding.
However, to deceive Zhou Liren and steal his most precious and intelligent seventh daughter is indeed audacious, a case of lust disregarding life.
"What are you planning to do? Do you need my help?" Mu Lan asked.
"Of course, first I need to get to know them well before I can deceive them. Is there any good way to infiltrate their ranks?"
As the commander of the East Navy, Mu Lan naturally had comprehensive information.
"The total number of pirates hunting in the Pacific Ocean is over ten thousand. These people also need to eat, drink, relieve themselves, and even have entertainment. East of the White Eagle Empire's base on East Sakura Island, there's an abandoned street that's now a pirate market, usually quite lively. If you want to release any messages, you have to go there."
"Hehe, I knew I'd come to the right person."
After Yang Ding finished speaking, he simply placed his hands on the desk, which made Mu Lan instinctively flinch and press her lips tightly together.
This kid dared to kiss her even when he was poisoned, and he even tried to pry her mouth open; she had to be careful.
If word got out, wouldn't people laugh their heads off? What face would they have left in the Grandmaster world?
"Going after dark will make it harder to be recognized."
"Am I already famous throughout the world? Will they even recognize me?"
"You're only famous within the university system. Pirates are independent, secret systems in different countries. Not many people should know you; at most, they've heard your name. For safety's sake, I'll go with you."
Yang Ding was waiting for her to say that.
Fang Jing and Zhou Ruoxi are pregnant; they can't do without Mu Lan.
"Okay, then I'll come to your house tonight. You should get some more sleep."
"Don't sneak into my office again." "
I definitely won't come unless there's something wrong. I have three beautiful wives to serve."
"Get lost, you good-for-nothing! All you do is play with your wives all day."
Yang Ding returned home and told his three wives about the evening's plans.
"Ye Rou, come with me. Jing-jie and Ruoxi-jie can rest at home for the night. The place we're going tonight is a mixed bag, and if the three of you show up together, plus Mu Lan, it'll be too conspicuous."
Zhou Ruoxi was a little reluctant. "They're all here to find beast crystal resources for me, and my cultivation level is the highest right now, so of course I have to go."
Fang Jing didn't argue, but smiled and said, "Ruoxi-jie's cultivation level is high, so she can help. I'll stay home and take care of the children. If the Wang family attacks this place, I can lead everyone to safety."
As a second wife, she really wanted to make a name for herself in this family.
But Ye Rou and Zhou Ruoxi's cultivation levels were both increasing, while hers remained stagnant. She hadn't had any achievements recently, and she felt increasingly inferior.
Yang Ding had also far surpassed her in the previously scarce spatial ability.
"Alright, it's settled then. My second wife is so obedient. Let your husband take a nap with you."
Yang Ding understood her disappointment, and naturally comforted her with a loving embrace at noon.
Fang Jing's fair, rosy face pressed against his chest.
"Husband, does loving you now, or how much I love you, help your cultivation in any way?"
"A family shouldn't always think about utilitarian things. Cultivation is only one part of life. We also have a married life, we have children. This kind of love can't be replaced by any cultivation level."
When Yang Ding woke up in the afternoon, Fang Jing had already gone to the kitchen with Fang Dalong and his wife to prepare the meal.
Because of Mu Lan, a wood-elemental cultivator, Zhang Peng's wife, Cai Xiaoling, didn't need to go.
But Zhang Peng still had to go; he was, after all, a seventh-rank expert who could solve many problems.
After dinner, the group went to Mu Lan's villa to meet her and set off together.
She had specially worn camouflage clothing, a dark green baseball cap, and high-top leather boots, with her long hair all tied up—a common outfit for pirate mercenaries, which also concealed her sexy beauty.
"The pirate market only allows pirates, so we need to take the Jinglong submarine to get tickets."
"Is the Jinglong a pirate ship? They should know it, right?"
"All ships in the East China Sea operate under the guise of pirates, including the White Eagle Empire's aircraft carrier."
"Who runs this pirate market? So arrogant!" Zhang Peng asked.
Mu Lan adjusted her glasses. "Alexander Khan, a ninth-rank mid-level martial artist from the Giant Bear Empire."
"Alexander Khan? That's a strange name."
"Everyone calls him that. I've never seen him before."
Zhang Peng asked timidly, "Dean Mu knows so much; you must be capable of dealing with this ninth-rank big shot."
"If we really provoke him, you, the seventh-rank big shot, will hold him off while Zhou Ruoxi and I protect Yang Ding and help him escape."
"..."
The group first escaped to the Jinglong submarine, and then to the vicinity of the White Eagle Empire's military base.
Yang Ding had been to this place before, so he was fairly familiar with it.
After circling the White Eagle Empire's aircraft carrier and sailing to the right for half an hour, they indeed saw a brightly lit dock.
More than a dozen submarines floated on the surface, each keeping to themselves. Once they went to sea to seize cultivation resources, they would each leave it to fate.
It was clear that Alexander Khan had some strength and had managed this market very well.
Without this market, thousands upon thousands of pirates would indeed have nowhere to go.
First Lieutenant Huo docked the Jinglong next to a submarine of the King Serpent Empire, arranged for personnel to be on duty, and then followed Yang Ding aboard.
After all, he was an SS+ level metal-type ability user, quite capable in combat.
The staff guarding the dock were handing out tickets to everyone and constantly announcing,
"The market only accepts freshly cooked food. No credit cards, no loans. If you don't have money, don't bother joining in."
A staff member handed Yang Ding a ticket and continued chatting with his colleague.
"I heard the mermaid beast appeared last night, everyone went out to sea to hunt, I guess there will be fewer customers."
"That's right, everyone wants to catch the mermaid beast, to rise to the top in one step, but it's not that easy."
Ye Rou, carrying the Soul-Severing Spear, took the tickets, linked arms with Yang Ding, and walked into the bustling pirate market.
In this abandoned city that has been destroyed for seventy or eighty years, it's really not easy to find such a prosperous market.
"Honey, I heard it's very expensive here."