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Chapter 2 There is no way out

"Alas, the entrance fee is over a hundred taels of silver."

Thinking back to the spirit stone he had paid, Zhang Wei felt so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

Unlike the fairy-tale novels I remember, where spirit stones were traded by the piece, the spirit stone transactions here were the same as the units used in the secular dynasties to buy and sell gold and silver, and were divided according to the "weight" of the spiritual energy contained in the spirit stone.

Moreover, the gold and silver in the secular world are not as useless and like dirt to the immortal cultivators as described in the fairy tale novels of the previous life.

For immortal cultivators, precious metals such as gold and silver are also a kind of resource. It is said that immortal cultivators can extract a kind of spiritual material from gold and silver. Even for cultivators, it is very precious.

It was also because of this that Zhang Wei was able to use a huge sum of one hundred taels of silver to purchase a spiritual stone weighing a full pound, and for this he was often scolded as a prodigal by the elders in the clan.

"However, if I can succeed, then all the efforts will be worth it! I just hope God doesn't close this window for me." Zhang Wei thought to himself, and then he began to observe this town of immortal cultivators with his heart.

The buildings were decorated with phoenixes and were even more luxurious than his house. The main road was paved with jade bricks, which was smooth and luxurious.

Although the pedestrians on the road were in a hurry, they were all dressed in silk and satin with bright and coordinated colors, which were even better than the nobles in the royal capital that Zhang Wei had visited before.

Well, the disdain in the eyes looking at me is even stronger.

Zhang Wei couldn't help but think, "As expected, the fairy tales in the previous life can't be completely believed. It's not a high-powered world where everyone can cultivate immortality. How could the immortal cultivators who were rarely seen in the mortal dynasty become stray dogs on the roadside in the market, and have to live in shantytowns, eat bran and vegetables, and dump feces and urine on the roadside? Even the poorest immortal cultivators would be served by a bunch of mortals if they leaked a little spiritual power through their fingers. How could they live worse than my tenants?"

Ignoring the gazes of these cultivators, Zhang Wei lowered his head and walked in the darkest corner, heading straight for the street with the heaviest traffic.

No matter where you are, the commercial streets usually have the largest flow of people.

However, Zhang Wei had no intention of picking up bargains in the so-called dark market. Not to mention whether he had the vision, he also didn't think that a mortal third-rate warrior like him could get the upper hand from a cultivator and leave safely.

So without stopping at these stalls for a moment, Zhang Wei directly turned his attention to the shops standing on both sides of the street.

The goods in the store are a bit expensive, but at least the quality is guaranteed.

After walking along this street twice, Zhang Wei finally set his sights on a small shop that sold martial arts techniques. Inside the shop, there was an old man who looked very kind and gentle, sitting on a recliner and drinking tea, looking very happy. Even in the Linglong Market, which was generally very special, the other party was considered a special one.

You can tell at first glance that he is a retired old man who is not short of money and enjoys life!

So Zhang Wei walked straight in.

"Ok?"

Sensing someone entering the store, the old man on the recliner raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhang Wei. After finding that the other party was just an ordinary person without magical powers, he said with little interest: "If you want to find a panacea to cure your elders, turn left. There is a special counter for sales at Baicaotang over there. I only sell some miscellaneous books here."

Zhang Wei took out a spiritual stone weighing one or two taels and placed it on the low table next to the old man. He then attentively filled the old man's cup of tea and said with a smile, "Old Immortal, I am here to consult you about something."

The old man looked at the spiritual stone on the low table, curled his lips, then closed his eyes again, picked up the teacup and sipped the tea leisurely, saying: "Speak."

Zhang Wei took the fan from the table next to him and gently fanned the old man, then asked, "Excuse me, Immortal Master, is it really impossible to cultivate immortality without spiritual roots?"

The old man said, "Yes." Zhang Wei was overjoyed, "Really?"

The old man raised one eye, looked at Zhang Wei with a half-smile and said, "Find a spiritual essence of heaven and earth, use it to draw spiritual energy into your body, and you can start practicing."

"Uh...is there no other way?" Zhang Wei's face suddenly turned bitter when he heard this. Although he didn't know the level of this spiritual object, just by hearing the name he knew that it was not something he could hope for at the moment.

The old man shook his head and laughed, "Haha, little kids like you, I've seen a lot of you in the past few decades, at least eighty of them, always dreaming of becoming immortals. Forget it, forget it, I have no business right now, so I'll just chat with you."

The old man asked, "You came from the Immortal Gate, right?"

Zhang Wei said ashamedly: "Well, I don't have spiritual roots, so I was eliminated."

"I see." The old man sneered and said, "Do you know how we humans cultivated immortality in ancient times before the great changes in the world? There was no such thing as spiritual roots at that time."

Zhang Wei recalled the words of the Linglong Xianzong disciple who received him and replied, "Is it because of the abundant spiritual energy?"

The old man shook his head and explained: "That's right and that's not right. The abundant spiritual energy in ancient times was relative to the present. The spiritual energy available for cultivators like us to absorb is abundant!

At that time, even the weeds on the roadside were spiritual medicines now. However, after the black rain and the dirty stones fell from the sky, our world was filled with turbid air and was no longer suitable for the cultivation of humans without spiritual roots. So you should pay attention to the fact that the spiritual energy did not disappear or become less, but was polluted by the turbid air brought by the black rain and the dirty stones! "

The old man said solemnly: "As long as you can find a place with abundant spiritual energy that is not polluted by turbid air, you can still enter the Tao by practicing in this precious land.

However, most of those treasured lands are controlled by large sects or demon clans. They don’t have enough for their own cultivation. Even their own bloodline descendants may not be willing to share, so naturally they will not share it with you.”

"Or, just pray for good luck and get a piece of spiritual essence of heaven and earth so that you can practice Taoism. But I suggest you hide it well after you get it. If those cultivators who have been striving at the peak of Qi Refining for half their lives but suffer from the lack of spiritual essence to build a foundation find out, you will definitely die a miserable death." The old man laughed, but his words made Zhang Wei shudder.

Then, Zhang Wei chatted a lot with the old man, and the old man told him a lot of his experiences when he was young. Of course, most of the content was probably just bragging, but Zhang Wei still listened very seriously.

The old man kept refilling his tea until he finished it. Then he waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright. You've drained all the knowledge I had."

Zhang Wei refilled the old man's tea, then looked at the rows of bookshelves in the store and asked, "Can I take a look at your collection of books?"

The old man closed his eyes and said, "I haven't had such a good chat with anyone in a long time. Just read it. They are all useless books. But if you damage them, you will have to buy them with real money."

"Thank you, Immortal! Thank you, Immortal!"

Zhang Wei thanked him again and again, and then he walked to the book collection with great joy. The old man saw the book collection section that Zhang Wei went to and couldn't help but laughed and shook his head.

Zhang Wei also searched left and right among the rows of books and found a bunch of books introducing various natural treasures, regional distribution, the true stories of immortal sects, or some unofficial histories about a famous immortal cultivator.

Until Zhang Wei found a few dusty ancient books among a pile of books in the martial arts section. After seeing the seal on them, he couldn't control his strength when holding the ancient books.

"Ancient cultivation techniques?"

(End of this chapter)