Above the Immortal Cultivation

Song Fengyu ran away like a frightened rabbit. At this moment, he had only one destination in mind:

The only building in the Gray Market, the Gray Stack.

In his opinion, if someone wanted to kill him, this was the only place where he could stay and make a living. Since the formation of the Gray Market, those who had taken action in the Gray Stack had long been killed.

Those who pretentiously took action were often killed on the spot by mysterious strongmen before they showed their magic weapons and means. There has never been any exception.

This was what his father had told him personally. If he found something wrong, he should immediately run to the Gray Stack.

This sentence was like a thorn stuck in his throat, which made him believe it without a doubt and take it as a guideline.

Since Wang Lu recognized Song Fengyu, his consciousness had been lingering around him vaguely. Haha, it was also like meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

When he first met him, he was in the middle stage of Qi Refining like himself. Now, more than two hundred years have passed, and he has become a genuine late Jindan strongman.

Thinking back to the time before entering the Jiuyue Secret Realm, his deceased master Qiu Huaren once told him that the magic tools refined by the Song family father and son were of good quality and reasonable price, so he went to the Song family's refining shop and bought the square-inch boots and the crazy hammer.

If it weren't for these two magic tools, he might have been buried in the Jiuyue Secret Realm long ago, and there would be no him today.

But why wasn't his father, Senior Song Mingtang, by his side? With Song Fengyu's straightforwardness and heartlessness, it was really not suitable for him to venture into this turbulent world of immortal cultivation.

Maybe one day he would be sold, and he would still help others count the spirit stones with a smile.

Hey, thinking of this, Wang Lu couldn't help laughing and followed him carelessly.

However, as he followed, he was surprised to find that Song Fengyu was like a swimming fish, easily passing through the crowd without a trace. This was a very clever and exquisite body movement, and he almost lost him.

Two hours later, a gray, dilapidated and grand three-story building appeared in front of him.

At this time, the sun was setting, and a wide, 30-zhang wide, 30-zhang high entrance seemed to be covered with a bright golden coat.

There was no gate in the gray stack. Following the golden light of the sunset, a gray display case 10 zhang long, 6 feet wide, and 5 feet high was located in the center of the hall, on which were placed thousands of gray entry tokens for each room.

The hall was extremely large and spacious. Two monks, one old and one young, who seemed to have no mana fluctuations, sat quietly behind the display case. In addition, there were hundreds of arched passages, along which you could go to the corresponding rooms on the first, second, and third floors.

The old man had a white beard, hair, and eyebrows, and sat like a puppet with dim eyes and no facial expression. In front of him was a bowl-shaped teapot with a faint spiritual power. From time to time, he poured tea into the cup and drank it by himself.

The young man's eyes were surprisingly clear, and he looked at the monks who kept coming in and out in a trance, as if thinking about something.

At this time, it was getting dark, and hundreds of people of all kinds of faces and cultivations poured in like a tide, men and women, old and young, tall and short, fat and thin, as if they included all the emotions of people in the world.

This scene shocked Wang Lu's heart.

At this time, no matter what disputes, love and hate people had, everything was covered by the Gray Stack.

The Gray Stack was like their warmest, warmest and safest haven, with the greatest openness and tolerance to everyone, guarding their depression, troubles, sorrows, fears, joys, warmth... all kinds of emotions in the world.

Suddenly, the young man in gray seemed to look at him and smiled at himself.

Haha.

Wang Lu gave him a pure smile without any emotion, and then walked towards the counter in the center.

The young man put away his smile and drew a "one" in the air, meaning that if you want to live in the Gray Stack, you have to pay a medium-grade spirit stone.

Without thinking, he took out a high-quality spirit stone, grabbed one of the few remaining tokens on the table, bowed to the two, and walked towards a passage on the right.

Why did Wang Lu know his room? Because the token magically issued an instruction that seemed only he could hear.

"Right, the eighth passage, room 215."

Following the guidance of the token, Wang Lu walked into the arched passage.

The passage was clean, dry, and open. It was five meters wide and three meters high. On both sides were rooms closed by a kind of gray stone. Each stone door and each room seemed to be copied from a mold. They were exactly the same, the same size, and even the depth of gray and the color of the cloth area were perfect.

This was not amazing. In the passage, there were 500 rooms in total, symmetrical on the left and right, and each stone door seemed to be dug out from the wall without a trace of mud and stone, and was tightly integrated with the wall. Except for the number representing the room on each door, it was impossible to see that there were rooms hidden in the wall.

At this time, only the first floor passage can reach other rooms on the second and third floors at the same position but different heights as this passage. The most amazing thing is that, for example, Wang Lu’s first floor can’t go to the second and third floors at all, and can only stay in his own room. Each room can only accommodate one person.

Someone once questioned the authority of Huizhan and brought others or several people to live together without caring. As a result, the next day, except for those who had the token of the room, no matter how much cultivation they had, they all disappeared strangely.

This rule has never changed. People are frightened and can only adhere to it tightly, and dare not exceed it at all.

At this time, it happened that several monks also used the token to open their own rooms on the same floor, or walked directly past him and disappeared at the end of the passage.

"Swish!"

A monk with an obscure aura saw Wang Lu standing in front of the stone gate and gave him an extremely mysterious smile. He then walked into his room and the stone door "clanged" shut.

"Hehe."

Very interesting.

Wang Lu tapped his magic power lightly, and a ball of gray light from the token was emitted, which hit the stone door faster than lightning, "swish", and the stone door opened.

One step in.

"Huh!"

He seemed to have entered another space of different dimensions.

The room was filled with a slightly decayed smell. There was a gray round stone table, a round stone bench in front of the table, and a tattered wooden bed that seemed to fall apart at any time, with a broken leg and tilted. The bed board was broken into pieces, scattered piece by piece, like a secret room with a transparent wooden window, but in addition to the air entering, the outside was shrouded in clouds and mist. No matter how wide he opened his eyes, he could not see through it.

The Gray Market did not restrict the freedom of monks, but people did not dare to go out. Once they left the Gray Stack, life and death would not matter at night.

Hey, in the past, there were also skilled and daring people who went out on a dark and windy night, and were found dead in the market the next day.

With countless bloody cases as the background, the night of Gray Market is as quiet as a ghost town.