Cultivating Immortality: Starting from Ferrying Passengers

Chapter 40 The show begins

Fang Jingxuan talked about his idea for a long time, and Lao He agreed, so the two began to discuss the details.

But after a moment, it was interrupted by cheers from the audience.

Fang Jingxuan looked up and saw a dozen cultivators flying from a distance, looking very imposing.

After these people landed, Lao He explained to Fang Jingxuan:
"These are the cultivators of the He family. The middle-aged man in the lead is He Qingsong, who has reached the sixth level of foundation building and is the patriarch of the He family.
Next to him is his son, He Yuchen, who is at the ninth level of Qi Refining and is estimated to be close to establishing his foundation."

Fang Jingxuan listened to Lao He's introduction and looked around. He saw He Qingguang, a man with a square face and extraordinary bearing. He was wearing a second-level robe with a hidden spiritual light on it. It was not conspicuous, but it gave people a very expensive feeling.

A first-level robe would cost at least over a thousand low-grade spirit stones, which was more expensive than any other magical weapon of the same level. As for a second-level robe, Fang Jingxuan couldn't even imagine the price.

His son was the same. He looked extraordinary, handsome, and calm, without any arrogance at all.

Fang Jingxuan looked at himself again. He was wearing shabby clothes, and his hands were stained with oil stains from frying rice. Squeezed in the crowd, he really looked like a minion.

Before Fang Jingxuan could feel sad, cheers were heard from the other side and a group of monks were approaching quickly.

"These are the people from the Chu family. Wow, Chu Shenfeng and Chu Zhuangyuan are here."

The ones who came were two foundation-building cultivators from the Chu family. Chu Shenfeng was the head of the family. He looked to be around forty or fifty years old, but his actual age was probably around one hundred and fifty or sixty.

Chu Zhuangyuan looks much younger, but female cultivators are keen on beauty secrets and don’t look old at all, so her actual age cannot be estimated.

Among them, Chu Shenfeng is at the sixth level of foundation building, while Chu Zhuangyuan is at the third level of foundation building. They should all be stuck at a bottleneck and unable to break through.

But Chu Zhuangyuan is really beautiful, tall, with perfect curves, and skin like fine mutton-fat jade, smooth, elastic, soft and tender!

This female cultivator who was building the foundation was the first time Fang Jingxuan had seen one.

"Okay, stop looking at me, or I'll get caught and give you a hard time."

Old He saw Fang Jingxuan staring at him and immediately reminded him.

This female cultivator who had established her foundation had a high status, while Fang Jingxuan was only a first-level casual cultivator with no power or status. If Chu Zhuangyuan got angry, she could slap him half to death, and no one would care.

After being reminded, Fang Jingxuan realized his impudence and smiled awkwardly:
"I've never seen such a beauty. I'm losing my composure. I'm losing my composure. Haha."

"Hehe, don't mention you. Back then, I was even worse than you. You know, Chu Zhuangyuan and I are from the same period. I didn't expect that she hasn't changed much compared to her youth even though I'm almost dead."

Fang Jingxuan felt a little sad when listening to Lao He talking. Maybe when Lao He was young, Chu Zhuangyuan was also the fairy in his dreams.

The heads of both foundation-building families arrived. They first exchanged a few polite words, then found the victims they supported and started to curse at each other, each of them stating their legitimate rights to inherit the spiritual veins behind them.

After these scenes are over, the next step is the battle that everyone is looking forward to.

Fang Jingxuan listened to the notary's loud announcement that this fight would not be limited to life or death, and would end when one party voluntarily admitted defeat.

The rules are very simple, you could say there are no rules at all. You can use magic tools and talismans as you like, and there are no restrictions on magical powers or spells. As long as you have the ability and money, you can have it all.

After the notary finished speaking, everyone cheered again. This is what makes it look good.

What's so good about stopping at the right time, making friends through martial arts, and prohibiting this and that?

We want to see rivers of blood and brutal fighting.

"You two, the market is about to open. Do you want to try your luck?" At this time, the cultivator who set up the market sent someone to promote it. Fang Jingxuan thought for a moment and then asked:
"Who's competing in this first match? What are the odds?"

"It hasn't been decided yet. There are nine games in total, two of which will be played today. We're mainly betting on the overall market, betting on the number of wins and losses, and which team has the fewest casualties. We don't care about the win or loss of each individual game."

Oh, Fang Jingxuan listened and felt that it was like gambling on a football game, betting on the score and the outcome.

I didn't expect that these monks have evolved to this extent regarding the betting odds. They are really addicted to this thing.

However, these are a bit complicated for Fang Jingxuan. He has never been exposed to them and does not dare to play with them.

Instead, Lao He took out ten low-grade spirit stones and handed them to the other party, saying:

"Give me the ticket, I bet on the Chu family to win."

"Okay, after the duel, you can redeem your money with the ticket. It's just a simple bet, and the odds are slim. Even if the Chu family wins, you can only get fourteen low-grade spirit stones. Do you want to string them together?"

"That's enough, I'm just paying for the memories of the past, don't try to fool me."

The monk chuckled and handed Lao He a note made of a material similar to talisman paper. Fang Jingxuan looked at the patterns on it and saw shadows of several talisman configurations.

Wow, these betting tickets are so advanced that they even use talismans for anti-counterfeiting. It seems like there is a talisman maker providing technical support behind this odds.

Fang Jingxuan was shocked by his professionalism. He looked at Lao He and asked:
"You don't even know him, and you bought it already?"

"They're tentacles of the black market. They're almost always present at any large-scale fighting tournament. Don't worry, these people are very reputable and won't default on their debts."

It turns out it came from the black market, so there's nothing wrong with that. Strangely enough, the reputation of the black market is actually better than that of some of the towns and villages.

After this little episode, each side finally sent out people.

The Chu family has a cultivator who is at the sixth level of the middle stage of Qi Refining. He has a slender figure and looks energetic.

On the other side of the He family was a burly man who looked like a physical cultivator. His cultivation level was not high either, and he seemed to be at the middle level of Qi training.

"Everyone was quite cautious in the first round. I know that strong man. He's a combat monk from Qinghefang, specializing in protecting the caravan. I don't know what kind of benefits the He family offered to make him risk his life."

Old He is old, has lived a long life, and knows many people. Basically, he knows all the cultivators with higher cultivation levels.

Fang Jingxuan listened to Lao He's explanation while looking forward to the upcoming battle.

He wanted to see where he and the core combat forces in the market were lacking.

Only by understanding the gap can we make targeted efforts to make up for it. These nine battles can basically give us a clear understanding of the core level of Hongyefang and Qinghefang.

There were many cultivators who shared the same idea as Fang Jingxuan, which was why this battle attracted so many people to come and watch.

Moreover, it is still the first day, and many monks from remote areas have not arrived yet. By the second day, when the news spreads, the number of people will probably be even greater.

There might be as many as a thousand cultivators. Thinking of this, Fang Jingxuan began to get excited. He must prepare more fried rice tomorrow and try to sell him about a hundred servings, making a lot of spirit stones.

"Bang!"

With the sound of a gong, the fight began!

(End of this chapter)