The cultivator was taken aback for a moment, then quickly said, "Fellow Daoist, do you think I have some ulterior motive?"

Chen Xun smiled nonchalantly, "Just tell me, how many spirit stones?"

The cultivator had no choice but to say, "Then just give me a hundred low-grade spirit stones."

"So cheap." After paying the spirit stones, Chen Xun picked up the Flavors of the Mortal World and continued drinking as he walked further into the market.

The cultivator looked down at the hundred spirit stones, then up at Chen Xun's departing figure, his eyes flickering slightly.

After some time, Chen Xun finished browsing and left the Spirit Market.

As Chen Xun exited the market, several cultivators who had been eyeing him for a while immediately followed him out.

The cultivator who had sold Chen Xun the wine also quickly packed up his stall and hurried out.

Buzzing sounds filled the air.

After a ripple in the air.

Chen Xun emerged from an invisible wall of air and turned around to see nothing but wilderness, with no sign of the Spirit Market.

One could imagine that if a mortal stumbled upon this place and accidentally entered the Spirit Market, they might think they had encountered a ghost and be scared to death.

Chen Xun took a sip of the Flavors of the Mortal World and remarked, "The name of the wine is fitting. With one sip, you taste all the flavors—sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy. Truly the flavors of the mortal world."

With that, Chen Xun continued walking, completely unconcerned about the cultivators chasing after him from the market.

A group of about ten cultivators looked at each other, knowing what each was thinking—nothing more than killing to seize treasures.

From the moment Chen Xun entered the market, these cultivators had noticed him, and when he casually spent a hundred spirit stones on a pot of wine, they immediately saw him as a fat sheep.

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Spending so many spirit stones on a pot of wine without even flinching—how wealthy must this guy be!

"Hmph, fellow Daoists, let's see who has the best skills next."

A masked cultivator said coolly.

With that, he immediately chased after Chen Xun, and the other cultivators, seeing this, quickly followed.

As the ten or so cultivators pursued, the one who had sold the wine to Chen Xun also emerged from the market, quickly changed his robe, and hurried over with a frown.

...

Chen Xun walked at a leisurely pace, and soon, hurried footsteps and the sound of something cutting through the air came from behind.

Before long, the cultivators rushed in front of Chen Xun, blocking his path.

"Stop!"

Chen Xun halted, holding the wine pot in his hand, and cupped his hands with a smile, "What do you all mean by this?"

The cultivators, seeing Chen Xun still able to smile, couldn't help but look at each other and then burst into laughter.

Still smiling?

Doesn't he know he's at death's door?

When did such a rare specimen appear in the Northern Profound Cultivation World?

Entering the Spirit Market without any concealment, spending lavishly on a pot of lousy wine without realizing he was being ripped off, and not knowing how to keep a low profile, strutting around like this.

Such a naive cultivator, it's almost infuriatingly foolish.

Chen Xun was puzzled, "What are you all laughing at?"

"Heh." One cultivator said, "Naturally, we're laughing at your stupidity. With those spirit stones, buying a pot of lousy wine, you'd be better off giving them to us."

Chen Xun frowned, looked at the wine in his hand, then smiled, "Thank you all for the reminder. I'll be more careful next time."

"Hahaha."

Seeing this, the cultivators laughed even harder.

What an idiot, can't he see our intentions?

Saying he'll be careful next time, we think he should be careful in his next life.

Chen Xun then smiled, "But this can't be considered lousy wine. I feel like I got a bargain spending a hundred spirit stones on it. As the saying goes, spirit stones are precious, but fine wine is worth even more."

The cultivators were momentarily stunned, losing patience, their eyes turning vicious. In the next moment, they lunged at Chen Xun like a pack of wolves!

The hidden cultivator, seeing Chen Xun not dodging, thought he was scared stiff, immediately focused, flipped his hand to produce a talisman, infused it with spiritual power, and threw it into the fray.

"Spirit Flame Curse, go."

The talisman flew into the midst at great speed, suddenly exploding, and a blazing fire engulfed the cultivators, causing them to roll on the ground and scream in agony.

Seeing this, the hidden cultivator dashed out, grabbed Chen Xun's arm, soared into the sky, and left the scene.

In just a few breaths, the group of cultivators was reduced to ashes.

...

"Fellow Daoist, why didn't you dodge earlier?"

Out of the mountains, on the road, the cultivator asked in a hoarse voice.

Chen Xun retorted, "I'm not afraid, so why should I dodge?"

The cultivator was taken aback, surprised, and only then did he scrutinize Chen Xun, discovering no trace of spiritual power, as if he were a mortal, though he must have used a Spirit Concealment Technique.

The cultivator immediately chuckled wryly, "It seems I was unnecessary earlier."

Indeed, if someone didn't have some skills, they wouldn't foolishly appear openly in the Spirit Market.

Chen Xun, however, raised the wine pot in his hand and smiled, "Not unnecessary. I just finished this Flavors of the Mortal World. Do you have more? I'd like to buy a few more pots."

Hearing this, the cultivator stepped back two steps abruptly, saying, "Fellow Daoist, you knew it was me?"

To know, she had even changed her voice just now, yet this person still recognized her.

This was quite remarkable.

In the cultivator's eyes, Chen Xun became somewhat unfathomable.

Chen Xun just smiled, "It's nothing. I also know you're not a man."

The cultivator was shocked, staring at Chen Xun in disbelief.

After a long silence, she removed her hood, letting her purple hair cascade down like a waterfall, then took off her mask, revealing a delicate face with enchanting eyes.

Ji Mengli, now speaking in a feminine voice, smiled wryly, "Fellow Daoist, you are truly extraordinary."

Chen Xun said nothing, just shook the empty wine pot as a gesture.

Ji Mengli immediately took out a bottle and handed it over, saying, "Fellow Daoist, there's no need to pay spirit stones. It's rare to meet someone who appreciates wine like you, so I'll gift it to you."

In the Spirit Market, Ji Mengli had observed him just by smelling the wine, identifying over a hundred ingredients, knowing he was a connoisseur.

Chen Xun took out a handful of spirit stones and handed them over with a smile, "I can't owe you."

Ji Mengli was stunned, not understanding, but had no choice but to accept the spirit stones with a sigh, "I am Ji Mengli. May I know your name, fellow Daoist?"

Chen Xun: "Chen as in old matters, Xun as in seeking."

Ji Mengli nodded, secretly noting it down, and said dejectedly, "I was hoping to find a kindred spirit in wine to share some troubles with. Would you, Brother Chen, care to join me for a drink?"

Hearing this, Chen Xun tucked the Flavors of the Mortal World he had just bought into his arms, saying, "I can, but since you proposed the drink, not me, and I'm just a listener, you'll provide the wine, right?"

Ji Mengli was dumbfounded, never having met someone like this, but found it quite amusing, and then smiled brightly, "That's only fair."

Subsequently, Chen Xun and Ji Mengli found a lakeside spot and sat in a dilapidated pavilion.

Ji Mengli took out four or five pots of Flavors of the Mortal World and placed them on the stone table, but when she took out the wine cups, Chen Xun stopped her with a wave.

Ji Mengli was puzzled, then heard Chen Xun say, "With such a beautiful view, why need cups? Drinking the Flavors of the Mortal World straight from the pot, isn't that delightful?"

Ji Mengli glanced at the scenery and smiled, "Indeed."