Before long, Yu Xian, along with Yulan and the small fry, had been fighting for half a month, and the Long Rainbow Sword in his hand had been stained with the souls of at least eighty, if not a hundred.
On this day.
Yu Xian and Yulan arrived in a city.
"Han Mei City, we've finally come to a proper Human Race settlement."
Naturally, there were cities in the Demonic Regions, but calling them cities was like saying a larger human pen.
It wasn't people that were being produced, but the value that people brought with them.
After all, not all sect cultivators were ascetics; they too sought enjoyment.
Without a variety of low-level professions, how could they be properly served?
Here, the descendants of tailors could only be tailors, the descendants of butchers could only be butchers, the descendants of carpenters could only be carpenters...
Their existence was meant to satisfy the whims of some big shots.
