Cultivating Immortality: Starting from Ferrying Passengers

Chapter 7: Life of a Free Cultivator
After leaving the courtyard, Fang Jingxuan walked along the street. There were not many monks and pedestrians early in the morning, and it seemed a bit deserted.

After a while, Fang Jingxuan left Hongyefang and walked only a few hundred feet before arriving at a bustling market.

There are a row of stalls arranged in two columns, selling everything: chicken, duck, fish, meat, vegetables and fruits, rice cakes, meatballs, and much more.

But most of them are related to food. As for precious things such as magical instruments and spiritual materials, they are not seen here at all.

Here, both mortals and monks can be seen, and what is surprising is that mortals are the picky buyers, while monks are the vendors with auspicious smiles on their faces.

"Hmph, don't try to fool me with this stale flesh and blood. My master will blame me when I get back and will definitely destroy your stall."

I saw a young girl, followed by two agile human warriors, picking and choosing in front of a stall selling monster flesh and blood, with a hint of threat in her tone.

This girl was just a mortal. Fang Jingxuan could tell that she had no cultivation at all, and her body was limp, and she hadn't even practiced martial arts.

A Qi-refining cultivator could kill this kind of creature with just one finger, but the Qi-refining cultivator on the opposite side had a forced smile on his face.

"Miss Xuan'er, what are you talking about? You don't even know me, Wu Laosan, when have I ever sold your master expired meat? This Black Wind Pig was caught a few days ago and is still fresh. Which parts do you want?"

Fang Jingxuan withdrew his gaze. This situation was very common here. Although this mortal woman was weak, there was a powerful cultivator standing behind her.

Those who live in Hongyefang City and have mortal servants to serve them are often well-known high-level cultivators, who are at least in the middle stage of Qi Refining, or even in the late stage.

Miss Xuan'er was right. If someone really offended her, the master behind her would really come over and overturn Wu Laosan's stall.

Nowadays, people look at the Buddha's face rather than the monk's. A mere mortal with someone's support behind him can also make a dignified monk smile. It's not shameful to do business.

No longer paying attention to the situation over there, Fang Jingxuan walked to the place where spiritual vegetables were sold.

"Hey, Brother Fang, come over here quickly. Here are some newly harvested spiritual sunflowers for you to try."

"I have a bunch of leeks here. Take them back and fry them to make some pigeon eggs. It's so delicious. If you want some, Brother Fang, I'll give you a discount."

As soon as Fang Jingxuan arrived, several vendors were very enthusiastic. The reason for their enthusiasm was actually very simple, because they all had friends and relatives in Qinghefang.

As a porter running back and forth between the two places, it was very easy for Fang Jingxuan to deliver messages and bring some things to them, so he was quite popular among these people.

Of course, Fang Jingxuan was not the type to take advantage of small profits. After a moment, he smiled and picked out some spiritual vegetables that he liked, paid two broken spiritual stones, and then stood up and walked to Wu Laosan's stall.

"Third brother, business is booming."

At this time, the girl Xuan'er had already left, and Wu Laosan was counting the spirit stones with a happy look on his face.

"Brother Fang, come on, what do you want to order?"

Wu Laosan greeted them warmly. He was at the third level of Qi Refining. In this market, most of the stall owners were at the first or second level of Qi Refining.

In addition, Wu Laosan has a brother with a higher level of cultivation who works in Hongyefang, so he can do high-profit business such as selling the flesh and blood of monsters.

Other independent cultivators who have no support and no cultivation can only do hard work and sell the spiritual vegetables and fruits they grow to make ends meet.

Most of the residents in the shantytown outside Hongyefang are low-level cultivators at the first or second level of Qi Refining.

Once these cultivators have broken through to the fourth level of Qi Refining, they will not stay here. They will either be hired by the market or join a cultivator family. In any case, it is much better than hanging around here.

"What other parts are there? Third brother, you know I'm poor, so give me a discount." Fang Jingxuan bargained with a smile. Wu Laosan had just met a big customer who ordered half of the Black Wind Pig at once. He was in a good mood at the moment, so he smiled and said:
"Don't worry, I'll definitely give you the best deal. There's still some pork belly left, but that person thought it was too greasy, so he didn't ask for more. How much do you think?"

Fang Jingxuan stepped forward to take a look and found that the quality was indeed good. This black wind pig was also a first-grade low-grade monster with a ferocious temperament. It would be quite difficult for ordinary cultivators at the first or second level of Qi Refining to hunt it.

Wu Laosan's brother works in the monster-hunting team, and if he gives one to Wu Laosan, it would be enough for him to earn.

"Then give me a pound, and I'll go home and cook some vegetables. Oh, and by the way, how are you going to deal with the offal? If you can, give it to me at a discount."

"Brother Fang, you want to take it back to feed your spirit turtle, right? That spirit turtle of yours looks big, so it must have eaten a lot. There aren't many people who want this offal either, so just give me a low-grade spirit stone for this piece of pork belly."

Wu Laosan chopped off a piece of pork belly with his hands. A rough look showed that it weighed at least one and a half pounds.

Offal without spices tastes really bad, so ordinary monks don’t like it very much.

"Thank you very much, Third Brother. Please pack it for me so I can carry it with me. The storage bag is a little small and can't fit it."

Fang Jingxuan's storage bag was double-sided, and there were a lot of things stored in it. However, this piece of blood was covered in water, so it was difficult to put anything in it.

Although storage bags in this world are not rare items, the most basic storage bag costs one hundred low-grade spirit stones. Fang Jingxuan's was passed down to him by his master and is the size of two bags.

"Okay, okay, come again next time."

Fang Jingxuan returned to his yard with a large bag of offal, and when Tuoyuan smelled the blood, he let out a low roar of excitement.

Tuoyuan is a carnivore by nature, and usually eats fish and shrimp from the Qing River, but the food he is eating now is the flesh and blood of a monster, which contains spiritual energy and tastes more satisfying.

"Look how anxious you are. Do you want to eat it raw? Or should I add some seasoning and cook it for you?"

Unexpectedly, this question stumped Tuoyuan. He was a little hesitant, wanting to eat the original flavor but also envying Fang Jingxuan's cooking skills.

Seeing Tuo Yuan so conflicted, Fang Jingxuan laughed, "Then let's just have half original flavor and half cooked food. I'll also cook you some spiritual rice so you can have a good meal."

Tuoyuan gave Fang Jingxuan a beast-taming jade slip yesterday, so a good meal can be considered a reward.

At this moment, Tuoyuan finally reacted and wanted to rub against Fang Jingxuan happily. Fang Jingxuan reached out and touched it, then turned around to clean up.

Half an hour later, Fang Jingxuan and Tuo Yuan were both feasting.

Fang Jingxuan was eating spiritual rice with fried black pork with chili peppers and fried spiritual pigeon eggs with leeks. It was really enjoyable.

It is even more pleasant to taste the original flavor of Tuoyuan and the cooked food at the same time.

For a moment, the courtyard was filled with the sound of chewing, which was very lively.

After a moment, Fang Jingxuan made a satisfied sound. If there was anything better here than in his previous life, it was the food and drink. The food that contained spiritual energy was so fragrant and even more authentic than pure firewood rice.

"After you finish eating, remember to wash the dishes. Don't pretend you can't do it. You're a water spirit beast, so washing the dishes won't be a problem for you. I've already done it, so it's only fair for me to let you wash the dishes."

Fang Jingxuan pushed the bowl aside and gave an order to Tuoyuan, but Tuoyuan groaned and continued to eat, not knowing whether he heard him or not.

(End of this chapter)