Cultivating Immortality: Starting from Ferrying Passengers

Chapter 68 Ancient Golden Bell
Faced with Wang Xinyu's actions, Fang Jingxuan was a little surprised. Could it be that he still had the potential to be a serious criminal?
Which man doesn't want to be treated like this, living off a woman who has nothing to lose? But unfortunately, Wang Xinyu's face didn't show any desire for his body.

Obviously, Wang Xinyu was afraid that something might happen to her, which would affect her outstanding debt of 1,300 yuan.

Perhaps it was because of the sunk cost that Wang Xinyu got a little carried away.

Faced with the spirit stones that were delivered to his door, Fang Jingxuan did not refuse. At a time like this, there was no need to be falsely polite.

"Thank you very much. I just happen to be in need of a magical weapon to protect myself. How about this, I'll mortgage my house to you."

Fang Jingxuan proposed his own plan. He felt that relying solely on his own credit was obviously not enough to support Wang Xinyu in doing so.

Mortgaging this property to her will give me some peace of mind.

But Wang Xinyu obviously didn't care about this. She smiled and said:
"It's not a lot of money, why would you mortgage your property? Besides, I don't care. You gave me the news in time. Let's make more money together. This is the right way."

Fang Jingxuan was persuaded by Wang Xinyu. This made him seem not as magnanimous as her. It seemed that his petty-minded thinking was a bit too serious.

"Well, we're in this together from now on. To celebrate, how about having a drink together?"

After Wang Xinyu left, Fang Jingxuan opened the spirit stone bag she left behind, which contained seven hundred low-grade spirit stones.

Adding the previous thirteen thousand, that’s two thousand now. Fang Jingxuan didn’t expect that he could borrow so much.

Two thousand low-grade spirit stones is not a small number. If placed outside the market, it is enough to drive people crazy and make them take risks.

Not to mention two thousand, some monks would even kill for two hundred.

No wonder Fang Jingxuan rarely saw Wang Xinyu go out. She either stayed at home or attended Wei Tong's banquet.

Obviously, he knew that he was easy to be targeted, so he didn't go to dangerous places.

After so many days of contact, Fang Jingxuan could see that Wang Xinyu came from a good family.

Ordinary casual cultivators are not so arrogant and do not care so little about money.

All the independent cultivators are poor. They value spirit stones more than their lives. They would rather die than give up their wealth. If they have no money, what is the point of living?

But Wang Xinyu didn't say anything, and Fang Jingxuan didn't ask, so let's just stay like this for now.

Recovering his thoughts, Fang Jingxuan was thinking about what kind of magic weapon to buy for self-protection. He currently had a thousand low-grade spirit stones on hand that he could use.

But if you want to keep 200 for emergency, then there will be 800 low-grade items left to use, and with 800 low-grade items, you can also buy a good first-level low-grade magic weapon.

Even inferior first-grade mid-quality ones can be bought, but it is difficult to pick one that suits your taste.

Magical weapons are related to one's life and property. It's not that the more powerful they are, the better. The more they suit one's needs, the better.

Fang Jingxuan figured that he didn't want any offensive magic weapon. He was not interested in fighting with others. What he wanted was a defensive magic weapon to save his life.

However, this kind of life-saving defensive magic weapon is generally more expensive than offensive magic weapons, because everyone is afraid of death, so they are all pursuing this kind of magic weapon to save their lives.

There was no point in thinking too much, so Fang Jingxuan stood up and took Tu Yuan to the center of the town. There were many shops selling magic tools here. It would be better to buy them early while the news of the war had not spread.

In front of the gate of Qianqiao Tower, Fang Jingxuan watched for a while. After seeing several cultivators go in, he asked Tuyuan to wait there while he stepped in.

"Fellow Daoist, are you looking to purchase a magical weapon?"

As soon as I entered the door, someone greeted me. He was a cultivator in the early stage of Qi Refining and looked quite honest.

Qianqiaolou is a shop specializing in selling various magical instruments. It's considered medium-sized in Baishan. Larger shops like Wanbao Pavilion and Guanghui Pavilion are not available in Hongyefang, and branches can only be found in Danding City.

After Fang Jingxuan explained his purpose, he was led to a nearby area where more than twenty magical instruments of various shapes were displayed separately, attracting people's attention.

"My fellow Daoist, these are all the finest items in our shop. You can sense them one by one and see which magical weapon is most suitable for you."

This is the first floor, and the items sold here are also first-level magic weapons, but they are not priced.

[Qianqiao Tower] has three floors, and the magic weapons sold upstairs are better, but Fang Jingxuan currently does not have the ability to go there.

The shop assistant asked Fang Jingxuan to take a look first and pick out one that suits his taste among these magical instruments.

The monks have active minds and well-developed intuition. If they like someone, they can really pick out a magical instrument that is very suitable for them.

Fang Jingxuan swept his eyes over and carefully examined the displayed magical weapons.

Among these magical weapons, there are many offensive ones, mostly nails, needles, small swords, throwing knives and the like.

Fang Jingxuan just took a look at these magical weapons and stopped paying attention to them. He mainly observed the magical weapons that looked like protective ones.

"What do you say about this magical weapon?"

Fang Jingxuan pointed at one of the small clocks and asked the shop assistant.

The whole body of this bell is golden copper in color, three inches in size, and is engraved with many inscriptions. It looks rather simple and has a good texture.

Compared to other wooden shields, tortoise shells and the like, this item is obviously of a higher grade.

The clerk took the clock and handed it to Fang Jingxuan to play with. He introduced it to the audience:

"The magical instruments in our shop come from several sources. The majority are provided by cooperating instrument refiners, but some are also pawned or consigned by customers.

This [Ancient Bronze Bell] is a deadly object, but don't worry, fellow Daoist, it has a clean origin and will not cause any trouble in this area."

Fang Jingxuan understood the guy's subtext, which was that this thing came in from other places outside, and it would not be a problem if it was only used near Dandingmen.

Any further away, there is no guarantee.

Fang Jingxuan also felt that there was no problem with this. As long as the price was cheaper, he didn't care about it.

What’s more, with Qianqiao Tower involved, it’s impossible to find the cause even if you look for it.

"What's the price of this magical weapon?"

"This bell has been appraised by our master chef and is considered a first-grade, mid-grade magical instrument. It comes with two spells. One is the 'Purifying Heart Mantra'. When you ring this bell, you can release the 'Purifying Heart Mantra' within a certain range, which can clear your mind and dispel abnormal conditions.

The second is the 'Immovable Golden Bell Mantra', which is an advanced version of the high-level Golden Bell Mantra. It is more resistant than the ordinary Golden Bell Mantra, but it can only be activated once every three days, for a duration of one incense stick.

In addition to the two spells engraved on it, this bell is made of the first-level material [Bronze Stardust], which is also very valuable and has good protective capabilities. It can withstand five attacks from magic weapons of the same level.

So, all in all, it's sold for one thousand low-grade spirit stones."

Fang Jingxuan silently put down the bell and thought quickly in his mind. He only had a little over a thousand spirit stones. Should he just go all in and buy this magic weapon?
Or, you could change to something cheaper, even one with one less spell.

(End of this chapter)