After walking through the swamp, the road behind was almost all downhill.

The original deciduous trees beside the road have gradually been replaced by various evergreen trees.

This also means that the team has entered the Yanling Mountains.

Everyone only needs to travel for another two days to reach Yanlingshan Market.

Yanlingshan Fang City belongs to Jinhong Sect. Lu Zhong found out after inquiring about this with the monks from Baofang. Jinhong Sect is a sect that is dominated by thousands of miles and is dominated by the Jindan ancestor.

The Jinhong Sect is a rare sword cultivation sect, so there are only a few hundred disciples in the sect.

Perhaps because of the lack of people, Jinhong Sect has a very extensive management of Yanlingshan Market. In addition to sending disciples to the mountain to collect money regularly, he almost never asks about Yanlingshan Market's affairs.

Therefore, the power of the market fell into the hands of today's managers.

The reason is also very simple, that is, they can pay the taxes stipulated by Jinhong Sect on time and in quantity every time.

It is precisely because of such a management party that has created the deformed prosperity of Yanlingshan Market today.

There is no prohibition on the law, but if you have money, you will do it.

You can buy anything and sell anything.

If you can't sell it, then you will definitely not have enough spirit stones to the tax officer.

...

It's evening again.

This time, the team did not plan to find a campsite to spend the night as before, but instead hung up the bright moon pearl lighting in the carriage, as if they were planning to travel overnight.

When the monks who asked the Baofang number found out that it turned out that it was because of this section of the road that was famous for being rampant, there was no safe place to settle down on the next journey, and there was a possibility of being attacked by evil cultivators at any time.

The mortal villages you encounter along the road are not good products.

In the Yanling Mountain area where order is chaotic, in order to survive in this harsh environment, ordinary villages usually seek protection from a powerful monk, or help the evil monks to become evil cultivators. Some large villages have both.

In this case, rushing overnight is naturally a helpless choice.

I continued walking for the middle of the night, and it was dawn.

Perhaps because of the strength of the Baofang account, the expected attack of evil cultivators did not appear.

In the distance, there was a trace of whiteness in the sky.

After the night faded, large areas of fields began to appear on both sides of the road.

The rice seedlings in the field are lush and lush. You can see the ragged farmer busy in the field. Not far away, there are also peasant women walking on the ridges with their children carrying two buckets of fat water.

Judging from their hungry faces and their hair that were glued into pieces, life was not very good.

Especially the children brought by the peasant woman, even though they have grown an Adam's apple, they are only over three feet tall and have obvious edema on their faces. You can tell at a glance that they are severe malnutrition.

He was naked and had a big round belly.

When they saw the Baofang number coming, they showed a look of awe and knelt on the ground one after another, and their trembling bodies were as low as possible in order to prevent them from accidentally angering the immortal masters in the team.

But Lu Zhong knew that although these people looked extremely gentle on the surface, their hearts were filled with resentment towards the cultivators. They just hid them very well on weekdays and did not dare to show them at all.

This kind of resentment comes from the yearning for becoming an immortal master, but because he does not have spiritual roots, he cannot practice. In the terrifying depression day after day, he turns into a distorted desire to destroy.

If you encounter an opportunity, these villagers will definitely make the noble immortal master fall into this yellow mud field.

Is this the mortal in the world of cultivation?

Lu Zhong was deeply moved and couldn't help but be glad that he had spiritual roots.

Even the ordinary four spiritual roots represent a glimmer of hope.

After walking through the farmland and turning a mountain bend, a small mortal village appeared in the distance. Outside was surrounded by a circle of rammed earth walls, and inside were all low thatched huts, stretching in a mess, telling outsiders about the mess and poverty here.

How unfortunate it is to be born in this place!

Keep moving forward, and the situation is also changing quietly.

First, farmland became increasingly dense, and mortal villages appeared one by one.

Gradually, bluestone roads replaced dirt roads, and brick and tile houses began to appear in villages.

However, large-scale mortal settlements have never appeared. This may be related to the fact that the Jinhong Sect does not care about the world. Without the strong protection of the sect, the extremely meager strength of the mortals cannot survive in the cruel southern barbarian land.

It was approaching dusk that we encountered a slightly larger market town.

But at this time, Yanling Mountain Market was already in front of you.

This is a giant market built on a hillside. Except for the gentle slope facing south, the other three sides are steep rock walls, and a large number of buildings are stacked in sequence and located on the gentle slope.

The only passage leading to the inside of Yanlingshan Square is a randomly built city tower.

At this moment, the city tower was brightly lit, and several large or small convoys were lined up in front of the gate, with a few shouts and quarrels sounding from time to time, and the scene was messy.

When Lu Zhong arrived here, he was about to leave the team, and the caravan was not responsible for bringing people into the market.

When he arrived in front of the city tower, he was not familiar with the place and did not choose to approach it rashly, but instead used the hiding technique to reduce his presence and was about to observe it next to him for a while before talking.

You can see that there are many monks like him who are preparing to enter Yanling Mountain Market.

Unlike the gate where the caravan walks, a small door is opened here to let the monks enter and exit.

There are two types of encounters, one is to show black iron or jade tokens. This type of person only needs to pay some talisman money to the tax officer at the door to enter the market.

Another type of people who do not have tokens will be led to a small house next to them.

When they came out again, they all looked painful, and they were holding a ragged hoe in their hands, which didn't match the neat clothes on their bodies, making them look particularly weird.

When you pay the money to the tax official, you have to take out a spirit stone before you can be released.

"Is this too outrageous?" Lu Zhong did not expect that the difference between the treatments of the two types of people was so big.

After asking, I found out that it was because of a rule set by the Jinhong Sect.

According to the requirements of these sword cultivators, there are barriers to entering Yanlingshan Fangcheng Market. You must master one of the hundreds of arts of cultivation before you are qualified to enter the Fangcheng Market.

A monk who has not mastered the skills cannot enter the market.

The secret is in that small house. As long as you pay a little bit of a sore spirit stone, you can become a certified spiritual planter from the management party and then be qualified to enter Yanlingshan Market.

"No wonder it strictly enforced...it really treats the rules of the Jinhong Sect as the commander-in-chief!"

Lu Zhong knew it in his heart and couldn't help but feel admired.
Chapter completed!