Cultivating Immortality: Starting from Ferrying Passengers

Chapter 95 Review and Summary
The small market on the edge of the wilderness was clearly unaffected; everything seemed calm and undisturbed.

Fang Jingxuan sat cross-legged on Tuoyuan's back, slowly walking from afar, just like at the very beginning.

If you ignore Tuo Yuan's panting and Fang Jingxuan's bloodshot pupils, it would be even better.

While escaping in the river, Fang Jingxuan was also wondering whether he should go straight back to Red Leaf Village instead of lingering on the edge of the wilderness.

However, the throbbing blood vessels in his brain, the dormant magical artifact, and the listless six bones all indicated to Fang Jingxuan that if he continued running in this state, he would have no trump cards left if he encountered a demonic beast attacking his cultivation again.

The 'Immovable Golden Bell Mantra' on the bronze bell will take three days to recover, the six bones will take four or five days to recover, and I myself also need rest.

Therefore, after much deliberation, Fang Jingxuan returned to this gathering place of human cultivators. In any case, in a crowded place, safety was at least guaranteed.

So, after Fang Jingxuan led Tuoyuan ashore from the distant river, they headed straight here. Only when they were less than ten miles away did they slow down to avoid attracting attention.

As expected, no one paid much attention to Fang Jingxuan; he was just an ordinary Qi Refining Level 4 cultivator.

But who would have thought that this very young cultivator had recently dealt a severe blow to a Foundation Establishment demon beast?

As Fang Jingxuan reviewed his previous reckless actions, he felt both smug and somewhat uneasy.

If it weren't for the fact that his own soul had absorbed a portion of the Golden Core Golden Cicada's soul power, resulting in a significant increase in its total amount, even with the amplification from the Six Bones' Heaven and Earth Network, he wouldn't have been able to see through the weakest point of that Foundation Establishment Demon Turtle and thus severely injure it in one fell swoop.

On the contrary, if he failed to severely injure the demonic turtle with a single blow and instead angered it, Fang Jingxuan had no confidence that Tuoyuan could outrun this Foundation Establishment level creature in the great river.

However, on the other hand, if it hadn't absorbed a portion of the Golden Cicada's soul power, thus enraging the Golden Cicada Ancestor, this Foundation Establishment Demon Turtle would probably have remained asleep and would never have been awakened.

This is the cycle of cause and effect. After realizing this, Fang Jingxuan coughed a few times with a smile, his face turning slightly red.

"Innkeeper, I'd like to stay here. Here are some spirit stones. I'll stay for five days."

Fang Jingxuan readily took out his money, while the innkeeper remained as lazy as ever, huddled behind the counter as if he hadn't moved an inch.

"Oh, it's you. I thought you went back. You know the rules, it's the same room, go ahead."

After Fang Jingxuan left with Tuoyuan, the innkeeper's expression turned somewhat solemn. He asked in confusion:

"You mean this person got a stroke of luck? Just by going into the valley, his soul power increased greatly?"

No, no, no, of course I trust your judgment. After all, you're an expert on the soul, but what does that have to do with us?

The wilderness is a place full of opportunities. This kid was lucky to get something out of it. It has nothing to do with our mission. In previous years, there have been many cases like him. Many people have been buried here forever, but there are also some lucky guys.

Stop, halt, don't complicate matters further, and don't let this cause you to lose your resolve. Let this matter end here.

Fang Jingxuan was unaware that his spiritual power had greatly increased and had been noticed by others. Unlike his physical cultivation, his spiritual power was something that anyone with discerning eyes could roughly estimate.

The soul is hidden deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, and ordinary people have no way of knowing the strength of another person's soul.

Fang Jingxuan felt like his head was about to explode. The excessive and massive increase in soul power had greatly reduced his perception, so he didn't sense that someone had already noticed his abnormality.

After settling Tuoyuan, Fang Jingxuan immediately returned to his room. He first took some calming and nourishing pills, and then quietly regulated his breathing for a long time.

Fang Jingxuan only relaxed after he felt the throbbing in his temples stop.

Using soul power beyond his usual limits to calculate the flaws in the existence of the Foundation Establishment demon beast was truly a stretch for Fang Jingxuan.

His spiritual realm was originally maintained at the fifth level of Qi Refining, which was the level he was most comfortable with. However, the period of his spiritual power increase was too short, and he had not had time to adapt before it was forcibly raised again. If it weren't for the fact that he had accumulated a lot of experience in using his spiritual power by drawing talismans for more than a year, the outcome this time would not have been so fortunate.

But no matter what, the outcome was good. Fang Jingxuan felt relieved and relaxed, having shed his burden.

After suffering a severe blow, the Foundation Establishment demon turtle dared not continue its pursuit.

This also aligns with the habits of monsters. When a monster is injured, it only wants to hide and heal. There are many examples of this, such as prey that has been shot by an arrow; they all just want to escape.

After all, demonic beasts do not have human morality. Unlike human cultivators, they do not think about revenge when they are injured. In their minds, living is the most important thing.

When dealing with monsters, the goal is to intimidate them. Even if you can't defeat them, you should let them know that if you try to take them down by force, you will suffer serious injuries.

The wilderness is cruel; injury means death. Therefore, the monsters know how to seek advantage and avoid harm, which makes them more rational than human cultivators.

Fang Jingxuan began to review the whole incident, from entering the valley to jumping into the river to escape. All the scenes played back in his mind like a slideshow.

After the soul becomes stronger, memory is also greatly enhanced. Ordinary cultivators cannot recall the past events in such detail.

Fang Jingxuan reviewed the situation several times and finally confirmed that, based on the circumstances at the time, there was still room for improvement.

This includes the order of attack, the timing of activating the talismans, and, when escaping, it is essential to identify the direction.

In his panic, Fang Jingxuan almost got trapped in a desperate situation. If he hadn't thrown out a few more talismans, he would have been seriously injured.

In addition, he is missing an offensive magic weapon. The bronze ancient bell is good for defense but not for offense, so he can only passively take hits.

If there were a powerful offensive magic weapon, those demonic beasts, even if they weren't lured away, wouldn't have gotten so close so easily and kept track of me.

Upon returning, Fang Jingxuan secretly resolved to acquire another offensive magical artifact.

After reviewing the battle, Fang Jingxuan focused his attention on what he had gained.

Having been in the valley for more than half a month, I have collected quite a few cicada shells. Perhaps because of my cultivation of the "Cicada Subduing Technique," my perception of the cicada shells has been greatly enhanced.

Fang Jingxuan took out all the golden cicada shells from his storage bag, along with some spiritual herbs and medicines he had collected on the side, and placed them on the table.

All sorts of things, taking up a huge area.

Finally, Fang Jingxuan counted out more than a dozen pieces of cicada remains and spiritual herbs that were not of high quality. At a rate of seventy or eighty low-grade spirit stones per piece, these would yield a profit of about a thousand low-grade spirit stones.

In addition, there is only one high-grade Golden Cicada Remains. Although it is only a low-grade first-tier remnant, it is worth eight hundred low-grade coins on the market.

There are two first-grade low-level spiritual herbs, worth five hundred low-level spiritual stones. Adding these together, the total harvest is two thousand three hundred low-level spiritual stones.

One trip and I've got so many spirit stones! No wonder the Wilderness keeps attracting so many cultivators to come and adventure. People will die for money!

But thinking back to the danger he faced, almost losing his life, Fang Jingxuan felt a lingering fear. Spirit stones are good, but life is even more precious.

Oh, and there was also the golden cicada shell he casually pried off during his final escape. Fang Jingxuan took it out and examined it for a moment, unsure of its grade.

It's said to be of a higher grade, but the spiritual light on it isn't apparent; it's not of a higher grade, but Fang Jingxuan's intuition tells him that this golden cicada molt is definitely not simple.

Just as Fang Jingxuan was pondering how to determine the grade of this golden cicada molt, his natal [Formless Cicada Molt] in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly shook its wings again, and a profound information flowed into Fang Jingxuan's heart.

(End of this chapter)