Cultivating Immortality: Starting from Ferrying Passengers

Chapter 74 A Revelation

Fang Jingxuan began to play the victim, trying to win the other party's sympathy. If the other party didn't buy it, he would start to threaten him.

"I work in the treasury, and I have a lot of acquaintances in various government agencies. If you don't help me now, just wait and see how I'll deal with you after this battle."

But fortunately, the other party did not let Fang Jingxuan say threatening words. There was no need to make things get to that point.

"Are you sure you just want a pot of meat? You don't want drinks, either? I can't afford that."

"No, no, it's just a pot of monster meat. Just to calm these people down."

As the kitchen manager, he was still able to make the decision on a pot of monster flesh and blood. In addition, Fang Jingxuan was also willing to subsidize him with spirit stones, so Fang Jingxuan took the pot of meat back very smoothly.

The four people behind him had no room to perform throughout the whole process. They just ran along and acted as a background.

Five low-grade spirit stones were exchanged for a large pot of cooked monster flesh and blood. This deal was quite a good deal.

Outside, this pot of meat would definitely cost more than this price, but the meat does not belong to the warehouse manager, it belongs to the Chu family, so it doesn't matter who eats it.

Fang Jingxuan paid out of his own pocket for just five low-grade spirit stones and was able to win over a group of people. For Fang Jingxuan, he felt it was worth it.

When the delicious monster meat was delivered to the barracks, everyone was smiling.

Who wouldn't be happy to have meat to eat? Monks need to eat the flesh and blood of monsters, which is very nourishing.

Therefore, people spontaneously gave the best position to Fang Jingxuan.

Fang Jingxuan sat cross-legged in the core area and invited the four people who had just come over to have dinner.

After the four of them sat down, Fang Jingxuan began to distribute the meat. Those with higher cultivation levels got more, and the rest got about the same.

In fact, there was not much meat in the pot. When divided among each monk, the piece was only the size of a baby's fist.

But this is better than gnawing on the vegetable stems. It's a big pot meal, so as long as it's edible, there's nothing good to eat.

After the meat was distributed, Fang Jingxuan became the core of the group. Through this successful act of asking for and distributing meat, he initially established his prestige.

As for the rest, he could win over the four cultivators with the highest cultivation level, and then Fang Jingxuan would have the final say over the C8th Battalion.

"Everyone, what would you like to drink? I have some Jade Dew Water, which is top quality. How about you all try it?"

Fang Jingxuan took out a small jar of jade dew from his storage bag. This was the cypress jade dew that he collected from his fellow monk's treasure tree every day. He had tasted it himself and found it to be refreshing, with a strong woody aroma and a taste similar to birch sap.

This is something that can be used as medicine, but the price is not high. Fang Jingxuan asked Wang Xinyu to take a look at it. She said that this jade dew water needs to be purified in large quantities before it can be used as medicine.

Even if Fang Jingxuan collected the amount in a month, he wouldn't be able to sell many spirit stones, unless he secretly mixed in Moonlight Jade Dew, which would produce the best effect.

But Fang Jingxuan did not have enough Moonlight Jade Dew for his own cultivation, so how could he mix it in and sell it? In addition, he had borrowed two thousand low-grade pills from Wang Xinyu, so he was not short of money for the time being, so he gave up the idea of ​​selling the Jade Dew Water.

Alcohol is not allowed in the barracks, but it is okay to drink some delicious tree sap.

Fang Jingxuan took out five cups and poured one for each of the four people in front of him and himself.

The big man didn't hesitate at first, he picked up the wine and drank it all in one gulp, not worrying at all that Fang Jingxuan had poisoned him. After drinking it, the big man's eyes lit up and he immediately praised:
"It tastes good, and it's not much worse than wine. Do you want to drink it? If not, let me drink it."

The other three people, seeing the big man praising it so highly, immediately picked up the cups in front of them.

The three men drank in different ways. The old man slurped the wine, the dark-faced young man took a sip, and only the skinny young monk sniffed it first and then tasted it. He seemed quite particular.

But no matter what, the Gyokuro juice tastes good and is very strong. After tasting it, several people expressed their approval.

"Everyone, we'll all be eating from the same pot from now on. Get to know each other and shoulder any challenges together. This way, your chances of survival will be greater, right?"

Fang Jingxuan gave an opening speech and began to take charge of the situation. The other cultivators ate and listened at the same time. A few of them had eager expressions on their faces, and it was obvious that they also wanted to squeeze into this small circle, drink jade dew juice, and eat meat.

Among strangers, once more than three people gather together, they have to be divided into different classes. There are more than 20 people in this big tent. Who can eat more meat in the future and who will be pushed to the bottom depends on their performance in the next few days.

While everyone was introducing themselves, Fang Jingxuan observed them calmly. He discovered that, apart from the essence of cultivation, was there any huge gap in wisdom between these cultivators and the ordinary people outside?

Obviously not. These monks have all the bad habits and greed of mortals, and even more.

Cultivation cannot allow these monks to transcend the secular world, and the limitations of spiritual energy, spiritual rice, and spiritual veins also prevent them from breaking away from the larger collective.

Once you are unable to break away from the collective, you will be bound, influenced, and dominated.

For example, now that the Chu family has started a war, why should they help the Chu family?

It's nothing but the bond of interests. Fang Jingxuan examined himself and found that he was the same. From the carefree ferrying at the beginning to being forced into a desperate situation now, he fell to the brink of war.

At this point, Fang Jingxuan understood something, and then, the way he looked at everyone was a little different.

Only the strong can better control their own destiny, so what is a strong person in the world of cultivation?
One is to have extraordinary cultivation and be invincible in the world, but this path is too difficult. Among thousands or even tens of thousands of people, there cannot be a single Jindan cultivator.

Both of them need to gather people and develop their power. This path is easier to follow, but also more dangerous. Fang Jingxuan is not sure if he is suitable for this path?
But now, he wants to take control of the barracks and be in power.

Although his cultivation level is not high, only the third level of Qi Refining, but the status of a cultivator is not entirely determined by the level of cultivation. Both of them are in the early to middle stage of Qi Refining, so the difference is not big.

After some introductions, Fang Jingxuan roughly understood the situation of these four people. They were the body-training burly man Lu Kui, the dark-faced young man Han Feiyu, the skinny old man Sima Shang, and the skinny young man Cao Wujiu.

These four have the highest cultivation levels in the whole venue. The body-refining burly man Lu Kui and the skinny old man Sima Shang are at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

The remaining two, Han Feiyu and Cao Wujiu, are at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

Originally, according to Fang Jingxuan's calculations, this barracks should have been controlled by Han Feiyu, but for some reason, this person was indifferent by nature and did not like these things, so he did not step forward.

Cao Wujiu was young, had a cold and aloof look on his face, and looked as if he didn't want anyone to approach him, so he was really difficult to approach.

The remaining big man, Lu Kui, was too rough and unruly to win over the crowd. The skinny old man, Sima Shang, was a sly old fellow, and Fang Jingxuan had no confidence in subduing him.

Forget it. Being able to find these people among the rotten fish and shrimps gave Fang Jingxuan some confidence. He only hoped that in the next few days, he could be assigned a few more powerful cultivators.

(End of this chapter)