Cultivating Immortality: Starting from Ferrying Passengers

Chapter 125 Counting Harvest
Tuoyuan traveled downstream and returned to Hongyefang in just one day.

At this moment, Fang Jingxuan still pretended to be a Qi Refining Level 5 cultivator, and returned to the market in a low-key manner without attracting the attention of others.

In the courtyard, just as before Fang Jingxuan left, the swimming fish, rattan chairs, Enlightenment Bamboo, and Enlightenment Vine remained unchanged.

Fang Jingxuan lay down on his wicker chair and listened to the sound of the wind rustling through the bamboo leaves. He relaxed and thought about his experiences on the trip. A smile appeared on his face.

His original purpose for going out was to retaliate against a robbery, and now it seems he has achieved that goal.

However, this time the cultivator seems to have some background, the 'Twelve Yuan Chen'?
It sounds intimidating, but in Baishan, who's afraid of who?

The Jie Xiu are just rats in a stinking ditch; they would never dare to show themselves in a big way. As long as he doesn't go out, they won't dare to come to the market and cause him trouble.

The Chu family will not allow the bandits to openly operate within the market, as this concerns the reputation and interests of Red Leaf Market.

However, his final actions were somewhat crude, leaving many loopholes.

For example, Tuoyuan, such a large spirit turtle is rare in Red Leaf Village and is very distinctive.

Also, one of the tribulations, the Rat-faced cultivator, escaped at the end.

This rat-faced creature possesses innate abilities related to burrowing underground. Fang Jingxuan thought to himself that if he had used the Flying Head Suppression Technique to take the initiative, he should have been able to defeat it.

But this man lived up to his name of Rat Face; seeing the situation was not good, he immediately fled, showing no concern for Snake Face's life or death.

Before he could even make a move, he had already vanished underground. Such alertness was indeed the style of a seasoned cultivator.

Having escaped with one survivor, and with the traces he left in the caravan, plus the appearance of Tuoyuan, Fang Jingxuan felt that he couldn't keep his identity a secret for long.

But even if it's exposed, so what?
With the Six Bones and the Abyss-Carrying Divine Power, as well as his powerful divine sense that surpasses the ninth level of Qi Refining Perfection during battle, as long as it's not a Foundation Establishment cultivator who directly attacks him, any of the Tribulation Cultivators among the 'Twelve Yuan Chen' will die.

Fang Jingxuan calmly assessed his current combat strength. He dared not say that he was invincible below the Foundation Establishment level, but compared with a normal Qi Refining level nine cultivator, he was not much different, and even slightly surpassed him.

Fang Jingxuan's confidence stemmed from his formidable strength; otherwise, he would probably have been terrified by now.

As long as I don't leave the market for the next two years, I won't be blocked by the 'Twelve Yuan Chen'. Will they still care about me so much after a few years?

Thinking about this, Fang Jingxuan felt that the situation wasn't so bad. It was an unexpected event, and he didn't have a very comprehensive solution at the time.

Otherwise, he could simply coast along, hiding his strength and not making a move, which would be much safer. But in the end, would he only be after the reward of sixty low-grade spirit stones?
We've taken some risks, but the rewards have been substantial; now it's time to validate those gains.

After considering all these matters, Fang Jingxuan took out two storage bags from his waist and placed them on the table in front of him.

One of the storage bags was five square inches in size and black; it belonged to the snake-faced monk.

There was also a double-sided storage bag, which belonged to the caravan manager.

As mentioned before, one must have professional ethics, so Fang Jingxuan did not openly seize the caravan manager.

This was the spoils of war he obtained from killing the snake-faced cultivator. The snake-faced cultivator had stolen it from the caravan manager, but he had managed to get it back himself.

What, are you going to return the spirit stones you've already got to the caravan manager? Fang Jingxuan isn't that kind of philanthropist. This is Baishan. He's already being very lenient by not killing the caravan manager on the spot and even saving his life.

Hmph, if you calculate it this way, I haven't even received my reward of sixty low-grade spirit stones yet.

Ignoring these distracting thoughts, Fang Jingxuan began to use his divine sense to erase the brand and secret lock left by the original owner on the storage bag. After a moment, the brand on the black storage bag was completely wiped away. Fang Jingxuan was overjoyed and poured out all the items.

With a clattering sound, a lot of debris appeared on the ground in front of me.

Fang Jingxuan checked them one by one, commenting as he went:

"There are quite a few cultivation pills here, more than a dozen bottles, all of which can be used by late-stage Qi Refining cultivators. One bottle of Yellow Sprout Pill, unopened, can sell for forty low-grade spirit stones."

And these several dozen talismans—in the end, the snake-faced man didn't even have time to use them; they all benefited him.

Hmm, these are poisons, and all sorts of strange bottles of powder, probably what he needs for his cultivation techniques.

Magical artifacts, magical artifacts are what's valuable. Ah, here's a pair of Mandarin Duck Meridian Short Swords, top-grade magical artifacts, and they're even a set. They're probably worth two thousand low-grade ones.

Where is the other substance?

Fang Jingxuan was enjoying his current state, and every time he discovered a valuable item, he would cheer slightly.

Half an hour later, Fang Jingxuan finally stopped, satisfied. This snake-faced cultivator was indeed a powerful figure with a background; his wealth was far greater than that of Wu Laosan's group.

His ginseng and magical artifacts alone are worth more than three thousand low-grade spirit stones. In addition, there are pills, talismans, spiritual materials, spiritual herbs and other items. After all of them are counted and sold, he can earn nearly three thousand low-grade spirit stones.

It seems that Snake Face alone is worth more than all of Wu Laosan and his gang. It's a pity that Rat Face got away, otherwise it would have been double the fun.

Fang Jingxuan was completely satisfied. Robbery was a quick way to make money, especially robbing cultivators. He could get several thousand low-grade spirit stones in one go, which was like getting rich overnight.

However, this is also very risky, and it is inevitable that things will go wrong in the future. So it is only appropriate to do this a few times. You must not become dependent on it. It is not good to think of robbing cultivators whenever you are short of spirit stones.

After reflecting on himself for a few moments, Fang Jingxuan turned his attention to another storage bag.

After a dozen or so breaths, the marks on the storage bag were worn away, leaving it completely unprotected.

Fang Jingxuan followed the same method and emptied all the items out, but there were very few things in this storage bag.

Several hundred low-grade spirit stones, a perfectly round iron ball about the size of a head, and a wooden plaque.

Fang Jingxuan focused his gaze on the iron ball and the wooden plaque. He cautiously used his divine sense to capture them and tried to penetrate them with his soul, but he did not succeed in the end.

Both of these items resist the entry of the divine soul, so they are clearly not ordinary items.

Fang Jingxuan discovered that the iron ball was perfectly round and without any gaps, but upon closer inspection, there were layers of patterns engraved on it.

This item should be the "Golden Disc and Jade Bone Plate" mentioned by the caravan manager with the snake face, but it is clearly sealed and cannot be opened without the proper means.

If forced open, the mechanisms inside will likely destroy the treasures within.

Fang Jingxuan thought for a moment, but couldn't come up with a good solution, so he picked up the remaining wooden plaque and examined it.

'Shen Yuwan, Silver Medal Manager of Datong Trading Company.'

(End of this chapter)