Three Sins Against Heaven

The next morning, Little Tiger walked out of the courtyard with great enthusiasm, but the two sisters stood at the door, hesitating to step over the threshold.

They naturally wanted to go out, but they were afraid of contact with the outside world, especially those cultivators who made them feel deep-seated fear.

However, when they saw Little Tiger hopping around outside the courtyard, they couldn't resist crossing the threshold and following behind Ghost Guest.

After passing the pasture at the foot of the mountain, Little Tiger looked at the herds of cattle and sheep and asked, "Dylan, aren't we going to roast meat? Where are we going?"

"You'll see soon enough," Ghost Guest replied with a mysterious smile.

Five miles east of the Spirit Treasure Platform, there was a spacious area paved with blue stone bricks, bustling with people and activity.

This was the private market, and its liveliness was no less than that of the Spirit Treasure Platform, perhaps even more so.@@novelbin@@

The transactions here were simpler: if you liked something, you bought it, and once bought, there were no returns.

As Douglas Situ had said, the items sold here were quite varied. Anything related to cultivators could be found here. Many cultivators sat cross-legged, placing their items in front of them, creating makeshift stalls.

Little Tiger was dazzled by the array of items, from young and adult demon beasts to flying swords used for earning shouts and sales, and various oddly-shaped ingredients. Everything fascinated him.

Laura Jiang and Cynthia Jiang felt the same. Although this place wasn't luxurious, it had many things they had never seen before. This was a bustling scene only cultivators could participate in. Without Ghost Guest, they might never have witnessed it in their lifetime.

Thinking of this, Laura couldn't help but look at the quiet figure ahead.

"Dylan, look, this is ginseng. I heard people talk about it before," Little Tiger suddenly pulled Dylan to a stall, excitedly pointing at a pile of ginseng. As he spoke, his eyes dimmed, and his voice grew weaker. "The doctor who treated Little Tiger said that if we had a ginseng root, Little Tiger's illness could be cured. But my parents didn't have money to buy ginseng."

Ghost Guest immediately took out a Spirit Stone and placed it in front of the stall. "Brother, give me some ginseng."

The stall owner, who had been dozing off, immediately perked up at the sight of the Spirit Stone. "Sure, just a moment."

Ginseng might be precious to ordinary people, but it was common for cultivators. It was only used in some low-grade ingredients, and a Spirit Stone could buy a lot.

The stall owner picked out a dozen of the largest ginseng roots and placed them in front of Ghost Guest, smiling warmly. "Brother, are these okay?"

"Deal." Ghost Guest pushed the Spirit Stone to the stall owner, put the ginseng into his Storage Bag, and turned to Little Tiger with a gentle smile. "I'll keep these for you and bring them back for Little Tiger later."

Little Tiger's mood gradually lifted, and he couldn't help but imagine the scene of bringing the ginseng back, a simple smile spreading across his face.

The stall owner, after pocketing the Spirit Stone, smiled at Ghost Guest. "I have many other good ingredients here, brother. Take a look. This purple vine has excellent quality and a unique fragrance. If you add these other ingredients, it only costs two Spirit Stones."

Ghost Guest picked up the purple vine and squeezed it, smiling without saying a word.

Seeing Ghost Guest's actions, the stall owner realized that Ghost Guest knew about ingredients and awkwardly scratched his nose.

Ghost Guest put down the purple vine and left with Little Tiger and the others.

The ingredients here were indeed cheap, but their quality wasn't guaranteed like those at the Spirit Treasure Platform. Many were subpar.

Although there was a chance of finding a bargain, most of the time, one would suffer a loss.

He had quite a few Spirit Stones, but he didn't plan to buy anything here. He hadn't decided how to use this batch of Spirit Stones yet.

Today, he just wanted to take Little Tiger around and buy some seasonings.

"Come, come, take a look, selling Spirit Slaves, prices are negotiable."

A shout suddenly rang out, and Ghost Guest looked at the stall opposite, where several Spirit Slaves stood, his expression becoming complicated.

Those Spirit Slaves had graying temples and empty, numb eyes. Their owner pried open their mouths to show their teeth, indicating they were still usable, much like livestock.

If he hadn't chosen to resist, he might have faced the same fate.

Laura and Cynthia's faces also turned grim, silently grateful for meeting Ghost Guest. Otherwise, they would have ended up being sold to such places sooner or later.

"Let's go," Ghost Guest sighed softly.

Soon, he found a stall selling seasonings, along with pots, bowls, and other utensils.

"Brother, how much for these things?" Ghost Guest asked the short young man behind the stall.

The young man's eyes lit up, and he immediately plastered a smile on his face.

"One Spirit Stone, take them all."

These miscellaneous items had been sitting around for who knows how long. Now that someone was finally willing to buy them, he couldn't be bothered to haggle.

Ghost Guest placed a Spirit Stone down, put all the items into his Storage Bag, and was about to leave when his gaze fell on some fabric nearby. "How much for these?"

The young man smiled. "Brother, you have a good eye. These are made from the silk of snow ice silkworms, one of the materials for making Storage Bags. They're not only sturdy but also beautiful. As for the price, it's not expensive, two Spirit Stones per piece."

"Can they be made into clothes?"

"Brother, of course, they can. To be honest, my father is a tailor. Before I joined the Demonic Extreme Sect, I used to help him make clothes every day."

"Then I'll trouble you." Ghost Guest pointed at Little Tiger. "Make a few sets for him."

"Sure thing."

"Pick whichever you like," Ghost Guest said, turning to Laura and Cynthia.

"We don't dare," the sisters quickly shook their heads.

It wasn't that they didn't want new clothes, but the fabric was too expensive for them to accept.

Ghost Guest calmly said, "Pick some. Girls need more clothes; wearing the same set all the time won't do."

Cynthia looked at the brightly colored fabrics, tugged at Laura's sleeve, her eyes filled with longing and inquiry.

Laura shook her head slightly, giving her a look.

Little Tiger picked up a piece of light blue fabric and handed it to Cynthia, grinning. "Cynthia, you'll look great in this color."

"Brother, we'll take this one too, make her two sets of clothes," Ghost Guest immediately placed down two Spirit Stones.

Cynthia held the fabric, gently stroking it, unable to hide her fondness. She softly said, "Thank you, sir, thank you, Brother Tiger."

These days, she had been playing with Little Tiger every day, and they had become quite close. She called him Brother Tiger, but she was still a bit reserved in front of Ghost Guest.

Ghost Guest scanned the area, picked up a piece of sky-blue fabric, placed down two Spirit Stones, and pointed at Laura. "Make her two sets as well."

Laura whispered, "I don't deserve such generosity from you, sir."

"It's already bought, no returns."

"Thank you, sir. Won't you pick a piece for yourself?"

Ghost Guest picked up a piece of black fabric and a white jade hair crown. "Brother, please make me a robe."

"Not a problem at all. Brother, you're the most generous person I've ever met," the young man said, grinning from ear to ear.

After the clothes were made, Ghost Guest took the group back to the foot of Dusk Mountain. They slaughtered cattle and sheep in the pasture, set up the pots and utensils with Little Tiger, and just as he was skewering the meat on sticks for roasting, he instinctively turned to look into the distance. After a moment, he smiled wryly and turned back.

This wasn't the mountain where Mark Ye was, and those three Spirit Slave seniors weren't here.

Ghost Guest sprinkled the newly bought seasonings on the meat, divided it among the group, and then threw his own freshly roasted meat into the fire. Watching it turn black, he covered his face with his hands, his voice turning sorrowful.

"Ryan, we have seasonings this time. Eat up."