Cultivating the Evil Mountain Dragon System

3 months later...

The District of the Ascendant Phoenix is home to the members of the powerful Phoenix Clan. Located in a mountainous region, the province is marked by imposing temples and observation towers that rise like flames toward the sky.

If you are a slave trader, you should definitely come. It is the day when the largest human slave carnival takes place in the southern province of the Phoenix Empire, owned by the main sect of the Phoenix Clan; 

lsuch an event is held only once a year!

This is the largest slave auction in the Kingdom. It's incredible how busy it gets. No matter what happens, commoners, demonic beasts, and nobles appear all over the banks, revealing the contrast between the poor and the wealthy, the strong and the dominated.

This event, although not literally a festival, is still called a 'festival' in the world. This is mainly due to the fact that the Phoenix Clan holds it jointly with a grand noble banquet, sponsored by all the businessmen, where the guests are all the richest merchants and cultivators in the district.

"I have a yuan pill here, selling it for 1000 silver coins, it can benefit any race!" Screams like this were frequent.

The trade was booming.

 It was the most profitable time of the year, and they could not wait any longer, they would sell everything above the standard price, doubling the true value of the products, and whenever a customer approached, they would say there was a promotion when, in fact, they were selling at the standard price.

In a secluded corner of that animosity, in a dark enough neighborhood with no magic to illuminate it, a figure emerged from the shadows, her steps softly echoing on the wet pavement.

The fresh morning air brought a sense of anticipation.

At the same time, the wind passed liturgically beneath the figure's cloak, as if the current of air wanted to freeze her body; however, she was already warmed by her coat.

As the figure approached the light, subtle details began to reveal themselves. The fabric of the sweatshirt hugged the curves of a feminine silhouette, hinting at the slender and elegant form hidden beneath the red cloak.

The light reflected softly on her skin, highlighting a healthy glow and a smoothness that drew the eye.

As she approached a brothel, the figure took a few more steps, passing straight by.

She saw other night establishments but decided to move on. Along the way, she encountered a pimp who approached her. "Hey, girl, I think you might be interested in hiring my services? I can pay you very well; you just need to follow me," he said, forcing a smile.