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Chapter 1030 - 1030 50 Elderly, Middle-aged People

Chapter 1030: Chapter 50 Elderly, Middle-aged People Chapter 1030: Chapter 50 Elderly, Middle-aged People “Is there a problem with the city below?”

Wang Ba was startled.

He couldn’t help but look down.

This was the location of the Li Nation Ghost Market, and the Guardians of the Ghost Market were all Fulfillment-stage Nascent Soul Cultivators.

Moreover, Li State bordered Jin, and this place was even less than twenty thousand li from the Wanxiang Sect’s location.

It was unimaginable for something to go wrong here.

Yet, he didn’t doubt Li Yingfu’s judgement.

Li Yingfu, as a Nascent Soul Middle-Stage Cultivator, might not be good at magical combat, but the keenness of his Spiritual Sense and the Spiritual Sense developed over many years of cultivation were far beyond his own early-stage Golden Core abilities.

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That’s why Wang Ba took Li Yingfu’s perception seriously.

Li Yingfu nodded, his expression solemn as he looked down.

It was high noon, and the bustling Li Capital was alive with people’s voices.

Nothing seemed amiss at all.

Although Li Yingfu’s Spiritual Sense sensed something was off, he couldn’t specify the problem at the moment.

Lou Yi, Tao Ruyi, and the others looked at each other, equally puzzled.

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Only Wang Qingyang, with a face full of confusion, suddenly questioned:

“Didn’t they say there’s a Ghost Market here?

Why don’t I see any Cultivators?”

“Hmm?”

Li Yingfu, Wang Ba, Lou Yi, and the others were all taken aback, then couldn’t help but have a sudden change in expression!

Li Yingfu suddenly realized:

“That’s right!”

“There are no Cultivators!”

“And I also can’t sense the presence of any Cultivators in the city!”

“Logically, even if the Ghost Market isn’t here, there should still be some Cultivators in Li Capital!”

“There must be a change in the city!”

As soon as he said this.

Wang Ba’s expression also became extremely solemn.

Looking down at the city below.

His Spiritual Sence swept over it but still couldn’t detect any abnormalities.

It was as if this was truly just a thriving mortal city, untouched by Cultivators.

“Illusion Technique?”

The first thought that flashed through his mind was this.

After all, they had just encountered the Fanming capable of confusing the mind.

But when he felt the Power of the Yin God within the Spiritual Government, he found no changes.

“It shouldn’t be an Illusion Technique…

But if the Ghost Market is here, is it possible that so many Cultivators have vanished into thin air?”

Wang Ba furrowed his brows.

Li Yingfu was the first to look at Wang Ba:

“Right Enforcer, what should we do?

Should I contact the Ghost Market Guardian?”

Wang Ba pondered for a moment and then firmly shook his head:

“No, with the situation unclear, acting rashly might just startle the snake.

Instead…”

He whispered his idea.

Hearing Wang Ba’s words, Li Yingfu first showed a look of astonishment, but soon a look of admiration appeared on his face:

“The Right Enforcer’s plan is indeed more cautious!”

Having said that, Wang Ba handed him an item, and then Li Yingfu immediately set off alone, flying past Li Capital towards a distant place.

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Li Capital.

In the bustling streets, people were coming and going, laughing and frowning, walking and standing.

Some were enjoying the view of jugglers from the sides of a tavern, some were courtesans beckoning clients while playing with flowers on the railings, and some sold trinkets from baskets hung on bamboo poles along the street…

The shouts of hawkers, the cries of peddlers, the storytelling voices flowing in conversation…

The entire city was full of the scent of human life.

In the teahouse.

Two figures, one old and one middle-aged, were sitting by a window along the street, facing each other and drinking tea.

The old man had a simplistic demeanor, wearing a somewhat shabby blue robe.

The middle-aged man was dressed in a black robe that, despite lacking any excessive decorations, appeared to be of very high quality.

They were not speaking, just sipping their tea quietly.

They seemed no different from the other patrons in the teahouse.

After drinking more than half the cup, the middle-aged man put down his tea, looking at the old man and hesitating to speak.

Without lifting his head, and while still holding his teacup, the old man seemed to sense the middle-aged man’s confusion and chuckled, saying:

“Got a question?

Just ask.

There’s nothing we can’t talk about between Father and son.”

The middle-aged man hesitated a moment before nodding and saying:

“I don’t quite understand one thing.”

“You were in retreat for so long, why did you insist on coming to Li State as soon as you emerged?”

The old man showed his white teeth in a smile and said:

“Did I come out of retreat?

Ha, I don’t think so, right?”

The middle-aged man was taken aback and seemed to think of something, promptly closing his mouth.

The old man didn’t mind and his face showed a hint of reminiscence as he sighed:

“As for coming to Li State, heh, there’s no big deal.

When I was young, I kept a little creature here.

Now that I’m old, you start to remember friends from the past, and pets like cats and dogs…”

“So I just came to have a look.”

Although the middle-aged man found it hard to believe, his expression did not betray any doubt.

But as his gaze swept over the mortals around him, a thought flashed through his mind that he couldn’t believe, and his face inadvertently revealed a look of shock:

“Teacher, do you mean the blood here…”

“Shh!”

The old man quickly put his finger to his lips, whispering mysteriously:

“Don’t say it.”

“Once you do, it’ll know!”

“Let me tell you, this little guy might not have much power, but its temper is explosive…”

The middle-aged man immediately fell silent.

But the old man’s behavior undoubtedly confirmed his earlier speculation.

As he looked at the elderly man in front of him, who was getting on in years and even seemed a bit talkative, the middle-aged man couldn’t help but feel solemn inside.

He had never underestimated this teacher, but even accidentally touching upon the slightest aspect of him, he felt the presence of an unfathomable Abyss, an overpowering sensation of powerlessness.

He was about to speak.

But at that moment, the middle-aged man seemed to sense something and slightly raised his head.