Cultivating Immortality: Starting from Ferrying Passengers

Chapter 113 Organizing the Harvest
"boom!"

Beneath a large tree in the forest, a female corpse lay limply, also lacking a leader at the top. Her graceful body appeared particularly horrifying at this moment.

Fang Jingxuan truly felt no pity for his enemies. In his view, anyone who wanted his life, no matter how good-looking, should be killed first.

There is no shortage of beautiful female cultivators in the market, and you can even have a friendly sparring match with a disciple from the Joyful Union Sect for fifty low-grade spirit stones.

It will surely leave you with a sore back and unable to walk.

Therefore, to think that you should show mercy to beautiful female cultivators is utterly brainless.

In Fang Jingxuan's mind, there are only two kinds of enemies: those who are already dead and those who are not yet dead. There is no other distinction.

Fang Jingxuan retrieved the other party's storage bag and magical artifact as before, and then activated a Blazing Flame Talisman, turning the other party into ashes.

"Damn it, you made me waste a Flame Talisman for nothing. Can you outrun Tuoyuan's nose? Or are you going to turn the tables and kill me?"

Fang Jingxuan was annoyed that the other party refused to obediently accept death and insisted on running so far. In fact, he didn't even know what the other party looked like. He launched a sneak attack from behind and succeeded cleanly and efficiently.

After tidying up the place, Fang Jingxuan began to search for Wu Laosan's whereabouts. Without Tuoyuan, he definitely couldn't run fast over the two hundred miles.

Moreover, Wu Laosan was only at the third level of Qi Refining, the lowest level of cultivation, so Fang Jingxuan felt at ease leaving him to be dealt with last.

So, Fang Jingxuan gestured for Tuoyuan to sniff the air, and then let it search freely.

Wu Laosan huddled in a tree hollow, shivering.

He still couldn't believe that Fang Jingxuan, who was at the fourth level of Qi Refining, had so easily killed those people one by one with his mace.

With his limited perspective, he couldn't understand how Fang Jingxuan had done it; he felt fear in the face of the unknown.

At the same time, Wu Laosan was secretly regretting his actions, not because he regretted attacking Fang Jingxuan, but because he regretted not figuring out Fang Jingxuan's trump card.

He couldn't understand how a rogue cultivator who made a living by ferrying passengers two years ago could have become so ruthless.

Now, Wu Laosan can only hope that Fang Jingxuan will not discover his location. He plans to hide for a few more days before fleeing to other markets and never return.

However, reality is often disappointing; the more you worry about something, the more likely it is to happen.

"Wu Laosan, come out here, let's talk."

Fang Jingxuan's voice rang out from outside. At this moment, with the strength of his spiritual perception, Wu Laosan's crude concealment method was completely ineffective.

After hearing Fang Jingxuan's words, Wu Laosan walked out of the tree hole tremblingly, and then knelt down before Fang Jingxuan with a thud.

"Master Fang, don't be in such a hurry to make a move. I have a use for you."

Under the threat of death, Wu Laosan lost all his backbone. He wept bitterly, his face full of remorse.

"Oh, talk about it."

Fang Jingxuan watched Wu Laosan's expression with great interest. Although he knew that villains died from talking too much, this kind of moment was really satisfying.

“I can continue to help you lure the Tribulation Cultivators out. With your strength, you will surely be able to kill them all. You just need to spare my life.”

Upon hearing Wu Laosan's suggestion, Fang Jingxuan realized that this guy was quite talented, able to come up with such a trick in such a short time to prove his worth.

Indeed, as Wu Laosan said, playing dumb to take advantage of others and turning the tables on those who robbed cultivators would be incredibly profitable, much more so than hunting and capturing demonic beasts.

However, if you walk by the river often enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet. If you do this too often, you're bound to capsize eventually.

Those four were a perfect example. After robbing countless rogue cultivators, they finally fell into Fang Jingxuan's hands.

You're right, but I can't agree.

Fang Jingxuan slowly drew his Zhenyue Mace. Upon seeing this, Wu Laosan immediately roared:

"Why? I'm still useful. I can sign a soul contract, I can be your dog, I just want to live."

Seeing Wu Laosan's confusion, Fang Jingxuan revealed a sinister smile:

"I just know that anyone who has plotted against me deserves to die!"

'Bang!' Then, everything returned to calm.

As evening approached, Fang Jingxuan leisurely rode his Tuoyuan back from outside the market.

After dealing with the group, Fang Jingxuan didn't rush back. Instead, he chose to rest on the spot and dispel the evil aura that had clung to him.

Several talismans were used in an effort to completely eradicate the remnants of these people's souls.

After finishing all this and making sure nothing was missed, Fang Jingxuan returned with Tuoyuan.

There were two of them when they went, but only one of them has returned. However, no one would care about such a thing.

As for where Wu Laosan went, who would care about a cultivator living at the very bottom of the social ladder in a shantytown?

Well, there are also his creditors, but Fang Jingxuan doesn't believe that they would go to such lengths to investigate Wu Laosan's whereabouts for such a small amount of spirit stones.

After all, they had already recovered their principal; all that was left was interest that they couldn't repay. If it's gone, it's gone.

If Wu Laosan were still in the market, we could go and ask for him often, but since he's gone, there's no need to bother.

Therefore, Fang Jingxuan returned to the market with a clear conscience, without any worries.

As Fang Jingxuan passed by the West Gate, he also bought some dried goods along the way to cook for tomorrow.

After returning to his courtyard, Fang Jingxuan told Tuoyuan to rest, while he went to the quiet room to take stock of his gains.

Looking at the five storage bags on the table, Fang Jingxuan was filled with anticipation.

It's like opening a treasure chest—full of uncertainty and surprises.

However, he now has four magical artifacts as a safety net, worth about 2,700 to 2,800 low-grade spirit stones on the market. It's just that their origins are a bit questionable, so he has to be careful when selling them.

The five storage bags belonged to four different cultivators, one of whom was Wu Laosan.

Fang Jingxuan thought for a moment and decided to start with the lowest quality one to try his luck.

Wu Laosan's storage bag was only one square meter in size, extremely shabby and ordinary. However, such a storage bag was easy to open; one only needed to use one's divine soul to continuously wear down the seal on it.

A dozen or so breaths later, Fang Jingxuan used his divine soul to erase the mark left by Wu Laosan on it, and the storage bag was completely unguarded.

Fang Jingxuan emptied all the items from his storage bag, and after a cursory scan with his divine sense, he was greatly disappointed.

He only had about twenty spirit stones, which was obviously the money I gave him yesterday as a guide fee.

Among the other items, very few possess spiritual energy; all of them combined are worth less than a hundred low-grade spirit stones.

Poor guy!

After mentally complaining, Fang Jingxuan picked out the things he thought were useful and put the rest aside, planning to burn them all later.

Next up is the female cultivator's storage bag. This one is about two square meters in size; hopefully, there will be some good stuff inside.

Thirty breaths later, the storage bag opened as expected. Fang Jingxuan poured it out, his face first showing joy, then surprise.

Many jade bottles were poured out of the storage bag. Fang Jingxuan initially thought they were cultivation pills, but after opening a few bottles, he discovered that they were actually rouge and face powder.

Damn it, why are you so vain when you're a cultivator who has undergone tribulation? It serves you right that your cultivation is inadequate and you'll end up dead.

Fang Jingxuan suppressed his anger, picked out the spiritual materials and pills, and finally calculated that they were worth eight hundred low-grade spirit stones.

Then, the two brothers were more wealthy, with a combined net worth of about three thousand.

Sure enough, being a cultivator of the Tribulation Realm is indeed a lucrative profession. While ordinary rogue cultivators might not even have a hundred spirit stones, they have accumulated quite a bit.

Finally, there was one storage bag left, and this storage bag was actually five square meters in size.

After Fang Jingxuan finished polishing the marks, he couldn't wait to pour them all out, and the quiet room was instantly filled with various spiritual lights.

(End of this chapter)