"We are currently living in an era of discrimination."

They continuously analyzed the world view.

It's easy to understand.

They couldn't leave, but as long as Jiucai Rong sent out the three little adventurer mascots to shop outside and gather information, they could obtain intelligence on this enormous city.

"This new map is really interesting."

Su Yuniang's eyes lit up, looking at the vast city outside, feeling there were many ways to play.

She didn't even know if she could exploit a bug and collapse this ancient historical city.

...

Auction house.

The maid said, "That shop, The Shop, has opened. They say magical artifacts aren't yet on the shelves, and they're offering free medical treatment, but no one's going."

Shopkeeper Lu frowned while sitting at the front desk, "Is it the Blood Separation Flower?"

"Yes, it should be." The maid nodded, "I felt the pure aura of the Blood Separation Flower on the female doctor sitting at the entrance!"

Shopkeeper Lu sighed deeply:

"As expected, they're trying to return to Xinyi State City. However, they've already fallen to such a state outside; not returning would be best. Switching to medical skills after just a short hundred years of wandering outside, what can they really develop?"

"Especially now, their being so ostentatious might attract some natives' attention."

The maid's expression turned solemn.

They held live auctions here, with the dead adhering to their former-life logic to run shops and auctions.

And the dead here despised mortals without spiritual roots.

They believed mortals were unworthy of cultivation and were lowly species.

They would engage in commercial competition, even suppressing each other's shops in various ways.

Even their own Business Alliance auction house's subdivision leaders had to act with caution, trying to stay low-key.

The main business of the auction house was the live travelers' trade.

Yet the others were being so ostentatious.

Shouting down the street, doing business with the dead who filled the streets?

The ancient humans were most hostile to them.

Moreover, the consumption of the dead was limited.

The Scaly Gate area was one of the regions most unfriendly to the living during this historical stage.

She had been assigned to this area, and it was a form of ostracization.

...

Inside a teahouse.

A few cultivators dressed in ancient robes were drinking tea.

"Those mortals without spiritual roots put a piece of weed on their heads and think they can cultivate, even preparing to earn our Spirit Stones?"

At the moment, several figures were discussing secretly.

"Humph, medical skills? What medical skills?"

"According to the introduction, it's the legendary one in a billion Yang Spirit Root?"

"Humph, just an artificially created special spirit root."

"I heard that the scholar in the neighboring state is calling on everyone in the world to launch spiritual roots, and it's already created a trend that has spread here unexpectedly."

"Show them some force."

...

The innate spiritual roots of the cultivators were mostly Five Elements Spirit Roots.

Naturally occurring alien species of spiritual roots were extremely rare.

Yin, Yang, Thunder, Ice, and the like were considered natural-born talents with rare gifts.

But now, those so-called new human cultivators with planted spiritual roots could easily choose rare Yin and Yang attributes, breaking the traditional inertia effortlessly?

"The city will not accept a group of alien shopkeepers."

"We don't even need to intervene."

...

The second day.

Inside a private room of the teahouse.

"Is their business still not bankrupt?" a deep voice asked.

Another voice carried a strange tone:

"Not that quickly; they sent out three people yesterday, wandering around the street very enthusiastically. Whenever they met someone, they would shower them with compliments, seemingly making friends with many, helping neighbors fetch water, fertilize, farm, and transplant rice seedlings."

"And they are very good at making friends, talking about their tragic stories to elicit sympathy, forming a so-called empathic environment."

"Oh? They're that skilled in human nature?"

"Yes, I secretly followed nearby and have already heard no less than ten versions of their stories. To beggars, they say they were once beggars too, starting with a bowl, eventually conquering a region."

"To women, they say how their husbands once cheated, disgustingly teaching them how to discipline their spouses, even using green tea chronicles."

"To parents, he sits down and chats, sharing how he teaches and disciplines his son, sparing no attempt to instill the idea that being beaten and scolded is a form of love. His son now has a bright future built from beatings..."

The crowd fell into silence.

The voice coldly sneered, "Truly mud-legged, born mortal, doing lowly things."

One voice expressed surprise, "They sure have some strategies; do they think this will resolve our rejection of them."

"Do they have business?"

"Still none, just chatting everywhere."

"That's good."

...

The third day.

Inside the teahouse.

"How is it today?"

"Today, because they were helping citizens all over, it angered several young cultivators, who stormed into the shop looking for trouble."

"Haha, and then?"

"Afterwards, they all came out laughing; the men were smiling along, and the women had become sisters with them, even appearing more voluptuous."

"....."

"....."

"Those women actually became the first customers?"

"Their chests were heavy, quite astonishing."

"What's the principle?"

"Don't know."

...

The fourth day.

"How about it, did the people we sent succeed today in purposefully offending their shopkeepers and provoking them to hit the guests?"

The shops were protected; they couldn't actively find trouble.

But if the shop attacked the guests, then it wouldn't be protected.

"No success, but we've gained some insight. We've finally understood why those who went to provoke left laughing because they showered them with compliments as soon as they met, five surrounding you with praise on your figure, appearance, family, cultivation, character..."

"No matter how we attacked them, they responded with cheerful compliments."

When these words fell, everyone present finally took a deep breath.

What kind of people are they?

...

Auction house.

Shopkeeper Lu looked at the past few days' reports with a face full of disbelief.

She covered her head, "So today, many cultivators have come to them for surgery, and even some female cultivators maintain their former-life logic, during adventures and explorations, becoming stronger in combat?"

The maid said, "I understand a bit; they're working on something called 'rice flower nutrient solution,' specifically for ghosts, which can improve combat strength."

Shopkeeper Lu immediately understood.

Their opponents developed special products that ghosts could consume; they came prepared.

Their customer targets from the start were not the living but aimed to earn money from the graves of the dead.

"Are there many people at their clinic now?" Shopkeeper Lu asked.

"Yes, quite a lot; I heard appointments are needed," the maid said cautiously, "and even a few infamous local ghosts came today due to curiosity and lined up."

"Alright, make an appointment for me," Shopkeeper Lu said.

The maid's eyes brightened, "Are you finally ready to open your heart?"

"Go away," Shopkeeper Lu said helplessly, "I just want to see how the Blood Separation Flower family is faring now."

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