Cultivating Immortality: Starting from Ferrying Passengers

Chapter 107 The Powerful Mace of Zhenyue
That evening, the two began to split the profits, and in just one day, each of them earned about three hundred low-grade spirit stones.

The products from the secret realm are known for their high quality, and of course, Fang Jingxuan's disguise as a master in the late stage of Qi Refining was also a very important factor.

This is called "pretending to be a tiger to eat a pig," doing the opposite of what is expected.

The next day, Fang Jingxuan wanted to do the same thing again, but when they arrived at the market, they found that there were others doing the same thing.

Not only other vendors, but also many other stalls added goods from the secret realm, making it a chaotic mix of genuine and fake products.

People from Baishan are always very clever when it comes to these kinds of petty tricks, and now Fang Jingxuan's business has suffered a significant blow.

After selling for several more days, he finally couldn't sell any more and stopped while he was ahead. Fang Jingxuan knew when to quit while he was ahead. He had earned nearly a thousand low-grade pills in five days, which was enough.

Taking advantage of everyone's desire for the products from the secret realm, Fang Jingxuan made a small profit.

However, this would expose his true intentions, making Wang Xinyu somewhat suspicious.

But she wisely didn't ask anything. She was smart enough to know what she could ask and what she shouldn't ask.

In the following days, Fang Jingxuan stopped selling counterfeit goods and instead went to the market to look for a combat artifact.

The area outside the market is bustling with activity. First, there's the Dan Ding Sect's once-every-five-years trial, and now a secret cave realm has emerged. Previously, the Chu family and the Ning family were locked in a fierce battle.

In just two or three years, Fang Jingxuan estimated that at least a thousand cultivators had died in the eastern part of Baishan.

These are some of the years with the highest mortality rates in the last decade or so.

Why more than ten years, and not longer? Well, more than ten years ago, a great battle broke out here, killing about three thousand cultivators at once, which was even worse than in recent years.

Once too many people die, the value of magical artifacts decreases. Fang Jingxuan got his talisman brush for a bargain in this way.

As Fang Jingxuan frequently visited the market, he eventually found a magical artifact that suited his taste.

"Fellow Daoist, may I try handling this magical artifact?"

More and more cultivators are setting up stalls in the market, and their cultivation levels are getting higher and higher. Even late-stage Qi Refining cultivators, who were not very common before, have started to come out and sort through their hauls.

The cultivator in front of Fang Jingxuan was in the late stage of Qi Refining. He was also wearing a mask, making him seem mysterious. However, Fang Jingxuan was no less mysterious; when you're out in the world, you naturally have to cover your face.

At this moment, Fang Jingxuan was completely hidden under the Shadow Cloak. This cloak could hinder a cultivator's soul detection. Although it was not very effective, Fang Jingxuan would know immediately if he was maliciously sensed.

"can."

The other party readily agreed, and seeing this, Fang Jingxuan no longer hesitated and reached out to pick up the magic weapon on the ground.

It was heavy, extremely heavy. If Fang Jingxuan hadn't been practicing body tempering, he might not have been able to lift it.

This is a mace with nine sections, covered with runes, and a dragon's head is carved on the handle, roaring.

Fang Jingxuan carefully examined the mace and was very satisfied. Compared with magic swords and flying knives, Fang Jingxuan preferred this kind of magic weapon because it was ruthless and powerful enough. With one strike, the opponent's protective shield would break at least three times.

In addition, Fang Jingxuan felt that maces and hammers were more intimidating, while other types of magical weapons were not as satisfying to use.

Of course, Fang Jingxuan did not think that this clumsy and rough magic weapon was cheap, while other exquisite magic weapons were two or three hundred low-grade spirit stones more expensive.

After Fang Jingxuan studied it for a while, the stall owner opposite him introduced it in a cold voice:
"This magical artifact is called the [Mountain-Suppressing Mace], a high-grade first-tier weapon. I obtained it by chance. Its material is earth vein crystal, formed under the immense pressure of the earth for countless years, making it incredibly hard. Even if it clashed with those magical swords, there's no need to worry about it being shattered. It comes with two spells: 'Armor-Piercing' and 'Shield-Shattering.' As the names suggest, they both target a cultivator's protective shield. It possesses the [Extremely Heavy] attribute, requiring more spiritual energy than ordinary magical artifacts. Do you think it suits you?"

After listening to the other party's introduction, Fang Jingxuan nodded, quite satisfied. Of course, he would be even more satisfied if the price were discounted further.

“Fellow Daoist, name your price. As you know, this magic weapon will run out of mana after a few uses by ordinary cultivators. With the [Extremely Heavy] attribute, even a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator can only use it five times at most before he can no longer control it.”

“That makes sense, but this mace is specifically designed to counter cultivators’ protective shields, and the material is valuable. I won’t sell it for less than a thousand low-grade spirit stones.”

"Nine hundred, a nine-section mace, nine hundred is just right, one section is one hundred."

"If this is the 18th day of the month, are you going to give me 1,800 low-grade pills? 1,000, no discussion. If you don't want to buy it, go look somewhere else."

Fang Jingxuan was certain the other party couldn't do business, hence his cold and hard attitude, but he was still somewhat reluctant to let him leave.

"Alright, let's compromise. I'll give you a thousand low-grade spirit stones, and you can add some trinkets. I see you have quite a few odds and ends on your stall. You give me that one, and I'll take that one, how about that?"

Finally, Fang Jingxuan left with the [Zhenyue Mace] and a spiritual material. After he left, the stall owner took out a similar medium-sized magic weapon from his storage bag and placed it on the spot. However, this magic weapon still had faint traces of blood on it.

Back home, Fang Jingxuan found an open space and tested the [Zhenyue Mace]. He was quite satisfied with the results; with a single strike, the black iron used for testing was also pulverized.

If it were to hit a cultivator, the scene would be incredibly bloody just to think about.

Fang Jingxuan put the mace into his storage bag with satisfaction, and then was somewhat surprised to find that his storage bag was almost full.

Over the years, Fang Jingxuan has amassed quite a fortune, occasionally stuffing odds and ends into his storage bag. Over time, the two-cubic-meter-sized storage bag has become unbearably full.

Now, with such a large, heavy mace added, there's absolutely no space left.

Well, I need to buy another storage bag with a larger capacity; two square meters is indeed a bit too small for my current size.

A five-sided storage bag would cost at least 1,100 low-grade coins. I just bought the [Zhenyue Mace], and 1,000 low-grade coins are gone. It's gone too fast.

Fang Jingxuan thought about it and decided to buy it now while it was cheap. He was afraid that if he waited any longer, the price would go up after this storm.

Two days later, Fang Jingxuan was in a quiet room, taking stock of his spirit stone reserves.

I made a little over a thousand yuan selling counterfeit goods these past few days, but I spent two thousand two thousand on the Zhenyue Mace and the Five Directions Storage Bag.

However, Fang Jingxuan sold his original two-star storage bag, recovered some money, and obtained three hundred low-grade items.

In the end, he still spent more than a thousand low-grade spirit stones. Adding the consumption of the spirit gathering array and food expenses over the past few days, the spirit stones he currently has have dropped to about two thousand.

I had a huge sum of six thousand yuan when I returned from the wilderness more than half a year ago. How did I spend four thousand yuan in the past year?

Fang Jingxuan thought for a long time, and finally smiled helplessly. Two thousand it is fine. It's enough for me to cultivate to the sixth level of Qi Refining.

Thinking that it would only take a little over eight months, Fang Jingxuan silently got up, took out his ginseng, and began to meditate and cultivate.

For a moment, the only sounds in the small, quiet room were the wisps of smoke from the burning incense and the breathing sounds of Fang Jingxuan absorbing spiritual energy as he circulated his internal energy.

(End of this chapter)