Cultivation: I Forge Immortality with My Spiritual Eyes

The vast sea area.

The sunset glowed like fire, and the sea and sky merged seamlessly.

A deserted island drifts alone on the sea, the sea breeze is salty and fishy, ​​and egrets circle overhead.

Not far from the coast.

A small fishing boat, about three zhang long and less than one zhang wide, with a single mast and hard sail, was moored there.

A young man, around twenty years old, was half-lying in the shack at the stern of the boat.

He wore a straw hat, had delicate features, and stared blankly into the distance with his arms behind his head.

"It's truly a sight I could never tire of. In my past life, working day and night, I never witnessed such a magnificent spectacle..."

Jiang Yi stared blankly, muttering to himself, and remained lost in thought for a long time.

Time passes silently.

The twilight deepened.

"It's time to pull in the net!"

After a while, he was suddenly startled, quickly walked to the side of the boat, channeled his magic power into his arms, gripped the fishing net tightly, and pulled it upwards.

As the fishing net broke through the water, waves splashed through the mesh, and dozens of fish leaped violently.

Jiang Yi glanced at the catch, frowned slightly, and looked somewhat disappointed.

With one net cast, only a few silverback fish and whitefin fish with a faint spiritual aura were found; the rest were worthless miscellaneous fish.

He shook his head and sighed softly, pouring the fish and shrimp into the separate live water tank at the bow of the boat.

Then, glancing at the darkening sky, he folded up the fishing nets, weighed anchor, raised the sails, and rowed away from the deserted island.

It was getting late, and this place was about several dozen miles away from Qingluo Island.

If we turn back now, we can reach the shore just before nightfall.

"..."

Much later.

The outline of a massive island slowly emerged.

This island covers a vast area, long and narrow from north to south, spanning more than 200 li (approximately 100 kilometers) across, and slightly narrower from east to west, running more than 100 li (approximately 50 kilometers) vertically.

From a distance, it looks like a giant green snail that has sunk into the sea, hence the name Green Snail Island.

There is a small second-order spiritual vein on the island, which has been occupied by a Foundation Establishment cultivator surnamed Feng.

He opened a market here, providing shelter for wandering monks, and after decades of operation, it was quite prosperous.

at this time.

Ships of all sizes shuttle back and forth on the sea.

The dock was filled with thousands of sails and bustling noise.

The rogue cultivator, covered in blood, carried the monster's corpse ashore.

Merchant ships from afar were busy unloading cargo on their decks.

The managers and waiters of taverns and brothels looked around among the fishing boats, buying fresh fish and shrimp.

Jiang Yi steered the boat left and right to avoid the enemy, finally stopping at a berth on the edge of the harbor.

Just as the rope was tied, a wealthy-looking figure dressed in brocade robes approached.

He glanced at Jiang Yi with a smile and casually struck up a conversation:

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, you're back so early. How was your harvest today?"

Jiang Yi bent down and lifted the compartment cover, saying calmly:

"It's all here. Manager Ma, take a look for yourself. If you want to buy it, please give me an estimate."

Ma Yan peeked out and glanced at them, his smile unchanged, and stroked his beard as he said:

"Hehe, today's catch is really not good, mostly miscellaneous fish, and the spirit fish are also thin. I'll take them all, how about five taels of spirit sand?"

Jiang Yi frowned and shook his head:

"Manager Ma, five taels is too little, it should be at least seven taels."

Ma Yan hesitated for a moment, then readily nodded:

"Fine, seven taels it is."

He took out a cloth bag from his sleeve and poured out a handful of fine, translucent sand, about the size of a fingernail.

He weighed the contents in his palm and then handed it over.

Jiang Yi clasped his hands in a fist and accepted the gift:

"Thank you for your patronage, Manager Ma. If I catch a spirit fish next time, I will definitely think of Chunfeng Tower first."

"Haha, very well, then I wish Fellow Daoist Jiang a speedy return with a full harvest."

Ma Yan chuckled and waved his hand behind him.

Soon, crew members boarded the boat with bamboo baskets and filled the hold with all the fish and shrimp.

Jiang Yi put away the spirit sand, picked up the fishing net, went ashore, and walked along the street towards the market.

Qingluofang is built on the south side of the island, at a point on the spiritual vein.

The surrounding area has been cultivated with spirit fields, mostly planted with first-order spirit rice.

Looking out, the rice seedlings spread out, creating undulating green waves, with farmers tending to them as they move about the fields.

After passing through the rice paddies, a tall gatehouse appeared ahead, with the words "Qingluo" inscribed on the plaque.

There were guards in black robes patrolling the entrance, and cultivators came and went in an endless stream.

Jiang Yi walked to the door and handed over a wooden plaque imbued with magical energy.

The patrol guards checked it briefly, then discarded it and let the person pass.

Thank you for your trouble.

He put away the wooden sign, passed through the gatehouse, and stepped into the main street of the market.

The streets were bustling with people, lined with shops on both sides, and hearty laughter could be heard from the taverns from time to time.

Jiang Yi lowered his straw hat and walked along the street, soon turning into a side road and heading towards the stall area.

The stall area is located on the west side of the market.

It is specifically for independent repairmen without shops to exchange goods and services.

For a fee of two ounces of spirit sand, one can set up a stall anywhere.

This place is a mixed bag, with all sorts of goods for sale, of varying quality, and there are many instances of inferior goods being passed off as superior ones, as well as fraud and deception.

However, the rules of the neighborhood only prohibit fighting and killing.

As for disputes in buying and selling, the patrol officers do not interfere as long as the money and goods are settled.

Therefore, the original owner rarely ventured into this place in the past.

It wasn't until Jiang Yi's soul transmigrated and he awakened his spiritual eyes that he gradually became fond of strolling around here.

The street vendor area consists of two streets, one running horizontally and the other vertically.

The roadside was lined with simple stalls, most of which simply laid out a gray cloth on the ground to announce their opening.

The sounds of bargaining and arguing were incessant.

The goods were dazzling and all-encompassing.

Rare treasures of heaven and earth, fragments of spiritual artifacts, treasure maps, wondrous supernatural powers, celestial birds and exotic beasts...

There's nothing a vendor wouldn't dare to shout out, only things you wouldn't dare to imagine.

Jiang Yi entered the room, slowed his pace, wandered around, looked left and right, and selected something he liked.

Not long after.

With a determined look in his eyes, he walked to a stall, squatted down, and began casually picking through the items.

The stall displayed a variety of items, including elixirs, spiritual herbs, fragments of cultivation manuals, and all sorts of strange objects.

The stall owner was a lean man who remained silent, letting the customer choose what they wanted.

Not long after.

Jiang Yi picked up a pottery jar about a foot tall and played with it.

This object is completely black and looks ordinary, but it is unusually heavy when you hold it, so it seems to have something special about it.

He asked casually:

"Fellow Daoist, how much is this item?"

Seeing that Jiang Yi was young and dressed plainly, the stall owner smiled and said:

"Young brother, you have a good eye. This was once a vessel used by a Nascent Soul senior for alchemy. It retains the medicinal properties of a thousand years. You can even use it to make tea to enhance your cultivation. I see you have a friendly face. If you are sincere in wanting it, you can take it for ten spirit stones."

Jiang Yi smiled but didn't reply. He simply lowered his eyes slightly and frowned as he looked at the pottery jar.

In an instant, a glint of light appeared in his eyes.

The power of his soul rapidly dissipated, but in return, a clear understanding welled up in his mind.

Made of clay and mixed with copper essence, it can be used to cook porridge or plant flowers.

"..."

Jiang Yi's expression stiffened slightly, and he calmly put down the pottery jar.

"It's too expensive, I don't want it."

After saying that, he got up and left without hesitation.

"Hey! Fellow Daoist, don't leave! If you think it's too expensive, why don't you haggle?"

The stall owner waved repeatedly, trying to persuade him to stay.

Jiang Yi ignored him, cursing the unscrupulous merchants under his breath, and disappeared into the crowd on the street.

Although he possessed extraordinary spiritual eyes, he could not do as he pleased.

This eye can only detect inanimate objects and is ineffective against living things. Moreover, activating it will deplete one's spiritual power.

With his current Qi Refining Level 3 cultivation, he can only use it three to five times a day at most.

Even a slight overdoing can cause splitting headaches, blurred vision, and a feeling of drowsiness for several days.

Therefore, I always first rely on my intuition to select, and then use my spiritual eyes to verify.

But whether it was just bad luck or there were simply no bargains to be found in this market area, I don't know.

Having been here for over a month, I've gained absolutely nothing...