"I wonder where he’s from. He must be from some powerful clan or a renowned sect. No ordinary person could carry such presence," another woman replied, biting her lip while staring intently.

"Bah, most handsome men like that are all talk and no real ability," an older woman with sharp eyes and a world-weary expression cut in loudly.

"Either he’s terrible in bed or his family treasure down there is small and pathetic. I’ve seen enough pretty boys in my time to know they usually disappoint." Her tone was blunt, clearly shaped by many bitter experiences.

Several women around her chuckled knowingly, nodding in agreement.

"I beg to differ," a bold, curvaceous woman countered with a confident smirk, stepping closer for a better look.

"Look at that man... he’s not only devastatingly handsome but also tall and powerfully built, with broad shoulders and a commanding stride. I don’t doubt for a second that he’s very well-endowed and impressive down there. Just the way he moves tells me he could satisfy any woman for hours."

Her words sent a wave of gasps through the crowd. Many of the clueless, pretty virgins listening nearby couldn’t help but blush fiercely on the spot.

Some covered their mouths with their sleeves, others turned away in embarrassment but still sneaked glances, their hearts racing at the scandalous conversation.

A few even whispered among themselves, giggling nervously.

"Shameless!" one shy maiden muttered, though her eyes betrayed her curiosity.

"Still... he really does look capable," another added under her breath, fanning her flushed face.

The atmosphere grew thicker with excitement and envy.

Lin Feng’s group continued walking forward, seemingly unfazed by the commotion they were causing, though a few of his women exchanged amused glances at the wild speculations flying around them.

The city streets, usually lively, now felt electric with the collective admiration and crude fantasies of the crowd.

An hour later, Lin Feng and his women arrived at the central marketplace of Fragrant Mist City.

The marketplace occupied several enormous streets that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Countless cultivators moved through the crowded roads like an endless river.

Some wore luxurious robes embroidered with golden dragons and phoenixes, while others were dressed plainly, carrying the weary look of wandering cultivators who had traveled thousands of miles in search of opportunities.

The air itself was filled with a mixture of scents.

The fragrance of freshly refined medicinal pills drifted from every corner, mixed with the smell of roasted spirit beast meat, rare herbs, exotic flowers, and expensive incense.

The lively atmosphere made the entire city feel vibrant and full of life.

Everywhere Lin Feng looked, merchants were enthusiastically promoting their products.

"I sell Legendary Longevity Pills! There are only three left! Each pill can extend your lifespan by at least one hundred years! I guarantee it!"

The elderly vendor shouted so loudly that veins bulged on his neck.

"Bullshit! Those are fake pills!"

Someone from the crowd immediately yelled back.

"Who said that? Come out if you have the courage!" The old vendor nearly jumped over his stall in anger.

Not far away, another merchant stood proudly atop a wooden platform.

"I’ve got ten Yang-Sustaining Pills! Get them while they’re hot! One pill is enough to keep your energy overflowing for an entire day and night! Even after pleasing three wives, you’ll still have strength left to cultivate!"

The surrounding crowd burst into laughter. A burly man immediately rushed over.

"I’ll take five!" His wife standing beside him instantly grabbed his ear.

"Five? Are you planning to die?"

The crowd laughed even harder as the unfortunate husband was dragged away.

A few stalls farther, a beautiful woman in revealing robes waved a small jade bottle while speaking in a charming voice.

"Don’t listen to those frauds! Their products are trash! Come buy my Yin-Yang Harmony Pills instead! If your dao companion has been lacking vitality lately, this pill will restore harmony in the blink of an eye. Rekindle the passion in your relationship and take one home today!"

Several male cultivators immediately gathered around her stall.

Whether they were interested in the pills or the woman herself was difficult to tell.

Lin Feng shook his head as he watched the spectacle.

"This city really lives up to its reputation." His women couldn’t help but laugh.

Everywhere they looked, there were pill vendors advertising miraculous effects.

"Phoenix Rebirth Pills! Even if you’re hanging onto your last breath, one pill can pull you back from death’s door!"

"Spirit Awakening Pills! Increase your cultivation speed by ten times!"

"Heaven Fortune Pills! Guaranteed good luck! Buy one and your next adventure will be blessed by the heavens!"

The shouting was so chaotic that many merchants ended up arguing with one another.

"My pills are the best!"

"Your pills are garbage!"

"Garbage? My grandfather used these pills and lived to eight hundred years old!"

"That’s because he was already a formation establishment realm cultivator, you idiot!"

The argument quickly escalated until both vendors began throwing insults at each other while nearby customers watched for entertainment.

The entire marketplace was a paradise for cultivators.

Yet despite the countless treasures on display, Lin Feng’s expression remained calm.

The so-called precious treasures that caused ordinary cultivators to fight desperately were little more than ordinary trinkets in his eyes.

As he walked through the crowded streets, many people unconsciously turned to look at him.

His extraordinary appearance was simply too eye-catching.

The women accompanying him were equally stunning, making the entire group appear like immortals who had descended into the mortal world.

Lin Feng naturally heard every word, but he paid them no attention.

Instead, he leisurely walked through the bustling marketplace, enjoying the lively atmosphere while his women excitedly looked around at the countless stalls.

Then one of the most unusual sights of all was a stall selling something closely associated with Lin Feng himself.

A burly middle-aged man stood atop a wooden platform, waving a large painting above his head as he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"A perfect life-sized portrait of the great Medicine King Lin Feng! Only one thousand spirit stones! This is a once-in-a-lifetime bargain, people!"

The man pointed dramatically at the portrait.

"Do you know what this is? This isn’t just a painting. This is a treasure! Just hanging Senior Lin Feng’s portrait in your home is enough to drive away evil spirits, repel bad luck, increase your fortune, improve your cultivation, bless your descendants, and bring prosperity to your entire family!"

The crowd gasped.

The vendor continued shamelessly.

"I guarantee one hundred percent protection for life! No ghosts, no curses, no misfortune! If you encounter trouble, simply bow three times before the portrait and Senior Lin Feng’s blessings shall surely descend upon you!"

The people around him became increasingly excited.

"Really?"

"Of course! Why would I lie? This portrait was painted by a distant cousin of a friend whose grandfather once saw Senior Lin Feng from nearly ten miles away!"

The crowd nodded as if they had just heard an unquestionable truth.

Lin Feng, who was standing nearby with his women, nearly choked when he heard that.

"What kind of nonsense is that?" he muttered.

He had assumed nobody would fall for such an obvious scam.

Unfortunately, reality proved him completely wrong.

A massive line had already formed in front of the stall.

"Give me one!"

"I’ll take two!"

"My daughter worships Senior Lin Feng! I’ll buy three!"

"You fool! Move aside! I’ve been waiting here first!"

The crowd surged forward like hungry wolves.

The vendor’s eyes shone brightly as spirit stones poured into his storage ring.

"Don’t push! Everyone line up! There are plenty for everyone!"

A few moments later he glanced at his stock and immediately changed his tune.

"Actually, there aren’t plenty! Only thirty copies remain!"

The crowd exploded into chaos.

"What?!"

"Only thirty left?"

"Give me ten!"

"I’ll buy twenty!"

"You dare compete with me? I’ll buy them all!"

A wealthy young master directly threw a large bag of spirit stones onto the stall.

"All of them belong to me now!"

The crowd instantly became furious.

"Shameless!"

"Monopolizing Senior Lin Feng’s blessings?"

"You have no respect for the common people!"

Several cultivators nearly started fighting over the paintings.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng stared at the scene with a strange expression.

He had seen many amazing things on this xianxia world already.

Yet somehow watching people battle over his portrait was among the most ridiculous things he had ever seen.

Beside him, Ye Jian covered her mouth and laughed.

"Lin Feng, it seems your reputation has reached an unimaginable level."

Another woman giggled.

"They’re treating your portrait like a divine artifact."

Lin Feng shook his head helplessly.

"If a portrait could really grant blessings, I would have covered the entire world with them already."

Unfortunately, nobody heard him.

At that moment, another customer raised the portrait high into the air as though he had obtained a priceless treasure.

"With Senior Lin Feng watching over my family, our future is secure!"

The surrounding people looked at him with envy.

Lin Feng could only sigh.

It appeared that becoming famous was not always a good thing.