Cultivation in a Family: Starting as a Reincarnation of a Core Formation Master

Li Chengxuan's expression remained unchanged, but he was secretly pleased.

Having cultivated for hundreds of years, he would often hear stories of other cultivators finding strange, contaminated objects in the market area.

So in his spare time, he would come to the stall area to browse. Even if he didn't find anything good, he could still stretch his muscles. Unexpectedly, he actually found something today.

He wasn't in a hurry to go over there, but instead walked to the nearest stall, casually looked around and asked some questions, and gradually made his way to the target stall.

Before long, in front of the target stall, the stall owner was talking to a burly man with a dark face and a neck tattoo, who was half-exposed.

Barbarians?

Li Chengxuan became interested and released his divine sense to detect their conversation.

Despite the fact that the Qinghe River is the dividing line between humans and barbarians, there are not many barbarians in Qinghefang.

First, the areas where the barbarians lived were actually much farther away. The nearest barbarian tribe in Yuezhou was thousands of miles away from Qinghefang City.

Second, the barbarian language is incomprehensible, and they have preserved a large number of ancient remnants, making communication with human cultivators inconvenient.

Therefore, trade between the two races often involved the barbarian tribes collecting spiritual items from the barbarian lands and then trading with major human forces, such as the Cloud Mist Sect.

Of course, there were also a few barbarians with active minds who learned the human language and came to live and do business in human territory.

In any case, the barbarians and humans are not that different in appearance.

It's just that the barbarians are stronger, and they like to wear their hair long, have tattoos, and expose their chests.

Then, the burly, dark-faced man said, word by word, "I am Chaoni... Chaoni Little Horse of the Chaoni tribe. How much for... this bone club?"

The stall owner was delighted to see this, thinking to himself, "This is a fat sheep delivered to my door."

So he immediately said in a warm tone, "So you're a warrior from the Chaoni tribe! My apologies for not recognizing you sooner. Brother Ma, you have excellent taste! This bone club is no ordinary object. Do you know what a Thunder Dragon is?"

"I know, that was one of the sacred beasts of my barbarian tribe, but they've all died out."

Chao Ni Xiao Ma was stunned.

"Yes, this bone is the bone of the Thunder Dragon!" the stall owner said excitedly.

"No way, I've only been in your human territory for a couple of days, don't lie to me."

Chao Ni Xiao Ma opened his eyes wide, looking surprised and suspicious.

"How could that be? We human cultivators are always honest and never lie. Besides, I think you are a leader among the barbarians. How could I possibly lie to you?"

The stall owner looked sincere.

"What exactly is an outstanding individual?"

"The best is..."

After a series of persuasive sales pitches, the stall owner finally sold the bone club to the other party for fifty spirit stones.

But since Chaoni Xiaoma had just left the tribe and had no spirit stones, he had no choice but to take out a strange red stone from his pocket and hand it to the stall owner.

The origin of the strange rock was unknown, but judging from its spiritual energy fluctuations, it reached the second level, so the stall owner had no reason to refuse it.

After Chao Ni Xiao Ma left, Li Chengxuan came over.

"Fellow Daoist, which item do you fancy?"

The stall owner beamed with joy, clearly still basking in the satisfaction of having slaughtered a fat sheep.

Li Chengxuan remained expressionless, but secretly chuckled to himself.

This stall owner, who hunts geese all day long, has had his eyes pecked by one today. That strange red stone is nothing more than an ordinary stone that has been dyed and imbued with spiritual energy; it is actually worthless.

That bone club must have been left behind by some kind of special monster.

On the surface, it seems that the stall owner has ripped off a barbarian who has just "entered the city," but in reality, the barbarian has used his identity to deceive the other party.

A moment later, Li Chengxuan bought a shabby old porcelain shard from the man's stall for half a spirit stone.

The porcelain shard was about the size of a palm and extremely hard. He guessed it might be a fragment of a magical artifact. Of course, even if it was, he couldn't use it for the time being with his current abilities, but he could hide it under his robes to protect his vital parts.

Afterwards, he wandered around for a while but didn't find anything, so he went to the Yunxia Auction House. He didn't buy anything, just looked around, mainly to see if they had any Foundation Establishment Pills for sale.

In case the family can't handle the Foundation Establishment Pill, we'll have a second option.

"Even a low-quality Foundation Establishment Pill costs over 10,000 spirit stones, which is a bit higher than I expected."

Li Chengxuan shook his head inwardly and walked out of the auction.

That's not the most important thing. If it were just spirit stones, with his talisman skills, he could eventually gather that amount.

The crucial point is that all those bidding for Foundation Establishment Pills at the auction are Foundation Establishment cultivators. As a Qi Refining cultivator, even if he has enough spirit stones, he wouldn't dare to reveal himself in front of these Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Although fighting is prohibited in the market and law enforcement teams patrol frequently, he is not naive enough to think that the market is absolutely safe.

"We still need to start with the family."

Given his current status in the family, once he reaches the required cultivation level and obtains Foundation Establishment Pills, he will almost certainly be the first in line. Therefore, as long as the family still exists and can obtain Foundation Establishment Pills, they will not be short of his share.

"It is truly a case of 'one prospers, all prosper; one suffers, all suffer.'"

Li Chengxuan pondered for a moment, then returned to the Li Family Treasure Pavilion on Zhuque Street.

As soon as they entered the treasure pavilion, they heard a loud shout: "How come it's only eighty spirit stones? It was the same amount two years ago. Didn't I tell you to save more?"

"Father, these eighty spirit stones are all I've saved up by scrimping and saving; they're the most I can get."

A familiar voice rang out; it was Da Han.

At this moment, he hung his head with a dejected expression, while a middle-aged man in silk robes stood in front of him, glaring angrily.

"How dare you talk back? How did I end up raising such an unfilial son?"

The middle-aged man in the silk robe was furious. He raised his hand and slapped Da Han hard across the face.

"You good-for-nothing, look at yourself, what use are you anyway?"

After the first slap, the middle-aged man in the silk robe was still not satisfied, so he leaned in and kicked Da Han twice more, knocking him to the ground.

At this moment, the onlookers couldn't stand it anymore.

"I said, you are Da Han's father, right? In the past two years, Da Han has worked very hard at drawing talismans, and he hasn't dared to spend a single spirit stone he earned; it's all here."

"Since ancient times, a son who has reached this point is already first-class. What more could you possibly want?"

A talisman master from the Li family stepped forward and spoke.

"Hard work? He's worked hard for two years and only earned eighty spirit stones. Can't you let him draw more talismans?"

The middle-aged man in the silk robe asked a direct question in return.

"With his cultivation and skills, he is already at the limit of drawing talismans. If he does any more, it may damage his soul."

The Li family talisman master shook his head.

They really think drawing talismans is like drawing pictures, drawing as many as they want.

"Sigh, why don't you understand? Da Han is stupid to begin with. So what if his soul is injured? Starting tomorrow, no, starting today, you can double his talisman-drawing tasks. If he draws twice as many talismans, he can earn twice as many spirit stones."

Upon hearing this, the Li family talisman master was slightly taken aback, then his expression turned cold:

"How many talismans to draw is up to the Li family. It's none of your business to interfere. Either get out of here now, or I'll have the enforcement team come here."

The middle-aged man in the silk robe subconsciously opened his mouth, wanting to retort, but he didn't have the courage to say it.