Cultivating Immortality: Starting from Ferrying Passengers

Chapter 66: Footsteps of War
The next afternoon, Fang Jingxuan went out and asked Wu Yong to get the agreed high-level talismans, a total of ten Golden Bell Talismans.

This Golden Bell Talisman can only be made by a top-grade talisman master. It is drawn with thirty-six talisman shapes and is very difficult to make.

This talisman is not cheap, equivalent to thirty low-grade spirit stones per piece, but it is effective. When fighting, slap one on yourself to withstand several attacks from the opponent's magic weapon.

You get what you pay for. An ordinary amulet is only worth five low-grade spirit stones and will break after just one hit. Sometimes it can't even withstand a single hit.

After collecting the talismans and checking them again to make sure they were correct, Fang Jingxuan went to the warehouse to find the assistant manager to report.

After signing and sealing, Fang Jingxuan watched the documents being filed away and the talismans being put away. He breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that nothing went wrong on this first trip.

Fang Jingxuan couldn't understand why some people could have such a thrilling first mission and had to go through hardships before they could complete it successfully.

According to him, the simpler the matter, the better.

After completing the task, Fang Jingxuan's life became leisurely, and he handed over 70% of the profit as promised.

Although spiritual stones are good, we cannot break the rules, otherwise there will be no next time.

In the next half month, Fang Jingxuan was in a state of slacking off. It seemed that the good job of purchasing talismans would not be his turn for a while.

Even though he couldn't get such a good job, Fang Jingxuan was not anxious. Sometimes when other Ku Ding asked him for help, he could get more than a dozen low-grade spirit stones.

Fang Jingxuan lived like this until the end of the month, and this last day was the day when salary was paid.

"Fang Jingxuan, your attendance in November is normal, with no lateness or early departure. I will pay you fifty low-grade spirit stones. Please accept them."

Fang Jingxuan lined up and signed at the desk of an advisor. There were several other people waiting behind him.

After slacking off for a month, Fang Jingxuan had obtained fifty low-grade spirit stones, which made him very satisfied.

The treatment in this job is better than that in my previous life. At least I don’t have to work overtime and I can leave on time. In my previous life, I often worked overtime on a voluntary basis and it was usually late at night when I got home.

The world of cultivating immortals is still humane, and the pace of life here is slow. Although the nightlife is boring and there is not much fun, as long as you don’t set high standards for yourself and are not afraid of your skills regressing, the feeling of being a demon girl is really enjoyable.

Fang Jingxuan didn't go to these places because he was short of money in the past. It would cost a lot of spirit stones to go to such places.

Now that he had received his salary, Fang Jingxuan was a little tempted. Twenty-four was the age when one was as vigorous as a wolf or a tiger.

But he thought about his own situation and the fact that he still owed Wang Xinyu 1,300 yuan, and instantly lost this worldly desire.

I'll go after I save up three thousand.

After setting up an expectation for himself, Fang Jingxuan put away the spirit stones and prepared to go home. He wanted to return the 150 low-grade spirit stones to Wang Xinyu first.

I can't keep owing it forever. The previous thousand was a one-year loan, but the three hundred I paid for Wei Tong's banquet was a short-term loan. The sooner I pay it back, the better off I'll be.

Fang Jingxuan currently has more than 300 low-grade spirit stones. He still has some left from buying a house, and he has earned more than 200 this month. He is now more confident.

With this in mind, Fang Jingxuan prepared to run away. This was the last day, so everyone left early and the supervision was not strict.

But just as Fang Jingxuan was about to leave, he was stopped by Wei Tong.

"Jingxuan, come here."

Fang Jingxuan was stunned. Damn, the familiar feeling came back again.

Arriving at Wei Tong's independent office, Fang Jingxuan's face fell slightly. Wei Tong ignored him. "You've done a good job over the past month. I see the other servants in the surrounding area have a good impression of you. I thought it would take you some time to integrate into the community."

Wei Tongxian came up and affirmed Fang Jingxuan's work, but then he changed the subject and his tone became serious:
"But if you continue like this, you'll be fine, but how am I supposed to report to the authorities?"

What?
At this moment, Fang Jingxuan finally remembered that Wei Tong took office with a mission.

The predecessor was corrupt, and was replaced by Wei Tong. Wei Tong's qualifications were not enough. After all, the gap between him and the deputy manager of the treasury was huge.

But the people behind him put a lot of effort into putting him in this position, and they must want to see results.

During this month, Wei Tong remained silent, and Fang Jingxuan thought that he was going to take his time. Now it seems that the person behind the scenes is putting pressure on him?
"Brother, why are you so anxious?"

Fang Jingxuan expressed his doubts softly, and Wei Tong sighed and said to Fang Jingxuan:

"I don't want to be so radical, but time is of the essence and the situation is dire. Have you not been paying close attention to what this treasury has been doing over the past month?"

After Wei Tong's reminder, Fang Jingxuan recalled the main activities of the warehouse in the past month.

That is to buy various supplies. He himself is responsible for talismans, Ding San is responsible for medicinal materials, and others have basic magic tools, pills, and even some large equipment.

Generally speaking, for the bulk of this kind of material procurement, the warehouse and the stores in the market town have signed purchase agreements, and they just need to deliver the materials on time every month.

But in the past month, the collection of materials has increased significantly, and many of them are temporary orders.

A huge amount of supplies were handled by warehouse workers like Fang Jingxuan and sent to the large warehouse below for storage.

Over the past month, the warehouse has spent at least fifty to sixty thousand low-grade spirit stones on this, and this trend shows no sign of stopping.

Fang Jingxuan calculated all these situations in his mind and was suddenly shocked. What was the purpose of storing so many supplies in this warehouse?
It's not speculation or hoarding of goods.

Or is there going to be a war?

At this moment, Fang Jingxuan felt like an electric shock in his heart. He was confused by the situation, and after Wei Tong said this, Fang Jingxuan understood everything.

Wei Tong looked at Fang Jingxuan's expression and found that he understood. He did not hide it and said bluntly:
"How could the Chu family let it go when their foundation-building cultivation seeds were ambushed? In Baishan, if you didn't say a word after being beaten, you would be weak and incompetent. A wild beast will go crazy as soon as it sees blood. Only a mad dog will not be remembered by anyone.

This time, the Chu family is going to go to war to demonstrate their strength to the outside world. To do this, even if it means the death or injury of hundreds of cultivators, it is worth it. "

After hearing this, Fang Jingxuan's heart trembled. It had been more than four months since Chu Yunhou was ambushed, and Fang Jingxuan thought that the matter was over.

Unexpectedly, after the massive blockade and search in the market town, another war would have to be started.

The main purpose of this war was for the Chu family to show their strength. As for this, the Chu family did not care at all about the hundreds of cultivators who might die in the war. They were not even afraid if their own people died.

Thinking of this, Fang Jingxuan's voice became a little dry, and he slowly asked:

"Is the goal clear?"

"We have a general direction, but I can't go into detail. You just need to know that war is coming, and we need people to follow us. As someone I brought here, you must set an example."

Ah, Fang Jingxuan felt bitter when he heard this. I only received one month's salary.

I'm going to the front line now. Am I losing out? Can I still return these spirit stones?
(End of this chapter)