Cultivation: I Forge Immortality with My Spiritual Eyes

"Xiao Li!"

Jiang Yi's expression was solemn. He hurriedly rushed to the edge of the dense forest, his eyes scanning the surroundings, searching for Xiao Li's figure.

"Meow~"

A moment later, a rustling sound came from the pile of scattered branches and leaves.

A few leaves swayed gently, peeking out a round little head and calling softly to Jiang Yi.

Seeing that the little guy was safe and sound, Jiang Yi felt relieved and let out a long sigh of relief.

I took a few steps forward, scooped it up from among the branches and leaves, and examined it carefully from head to toe.

Little Pear's fur was soaked and slightly bristled, making her look somewhat fluffy and messy, like a hedgehog, and she looked quite disheveled.

However, it was not injured by the thunder, but it was listless, its eyelids were drooping, and it was somewhat drowsy.

"Meow~"

Little Pear licked Jiang Yi's palm, then arched her body, skillfully burrowed into his collar, curled up, and dozed off.

Completely disregarding the fact that he was soaked to the bone, he let the water stains soak through his clothes.

Jiang Yi smiled and let it be, glancing around at his surroundings.

Large swathes of trees were flattened, wisps of smoke rose, and even the rain couldn't mask the smell of burning.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps rapidly approached.

Niu Yaojin, his face full of vigilance, swiftly approached and asked in a deep voice:

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, what has happened?"

Jiang Yi composed himself and shook his head slightly:

"It's nothing, it's just that this place was struck by lightning, I just came to take a look."

Upon hearing this, Niu Yaojin's guard relaxed slightly.

He glanced at the charred, fallen trees, then his eyes lit up as if he had remembered something, and he clapped his hands excitedly:

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, these are all top-quality lightning-struck wood! If we cut them down, we should be able to exchange them for some spirit stones."

"Will this work?"

Jiang Yi was taken aback, his face showing surprise:

"These are just ordinary woods, devoid of any spiritual energy. Even if they've been struck by lightning, they're worthless. Who would spend spirit stones to buy them?"

"hey-hey."

Niu Yaojin grinned, scratched his head, and although he looked honest and simple, his eyes were extremely shrewd.

"The shops in the market won't want it, but we can sell it to Liu Suanpan. He's good at bluffing. With some tricks, we can sell it to someone else as a lightning-struck spiritual root. Don't worry, he'll definitely buy it."

The more he listened, the more reasonable he became. Without further hesitation, he took out his short blade and began to chop down the tree trunks marked with clear lightning bolts.

Jiang Yi chuckled, shook his head, and took out his Xuan Shuttle from his waist to help.

After a while.

Just as the two were engrossed in felling trees, several more figures hurried over through the rain; they were the rogue cultivators who had gone out to sea with them.

They hurried over and saw Jiang Yi and Niu Yaojin cutting down trees. Their eyes lit up, and they asked:

"Fellow Daoists Jiang and Niu, the thunder and rain haven't stopped yet, and you two are already chopping down dead trees. Have you found an opportunity?"

"What opportunity?"

Niu Yaojin rose calmly, glanced at them, and said unhurriedly:

"Can't you tell? This rain isn't going to stop anytime soon, so we're just preparing to build a shelter to keep out the rain."

Upon hearing this, the group clearly did not believe it.

They exchanged glances and began examining the nearby trees, wondering if some treasure was hidden there.

However, after some investigation, they found that they were all ordinary wood without any spiritual energy, and they all lost interest.

One of them, still unwilling to give up, stepped forward and probed:

"Fellow Daoists, where did you hunt that demonic turtle last time? Are you going again today? More people means more opportunities. We can help out. When we get the spoils, you can take the lion's share, and we'll just have a little leftovers."

Niu Yaojin didn't even raise his head, his tone indifferent:

"It's just luck. If we had such a treasure trove where we could hunt demons every day, would we still be fishing here?"

The group, still somewhat skeptical but unwilling to give up, searched around again.

Seeing that they had gained nothing, they left dejectedly.

Jiang Yi and Niu Yaojin continued logging, carefully selecting branches with clear grain and deep lightning marks.

Before long, two large bundles were cut down.

The two men exchanged a glance, grinned, each shouldered a bundle, and turned to walk towards the cave...

"..."

The thunderstorm raged for several hours before gradually subsiding.

Before we knew it, it was evening.

The rain stopped, the clouds cleared, and the dark clouds dispersed.

The setting sun hangs over the sea, and the sky is ablaze with countless rays of light.

As soon as the rain subsided, Jiang Yi and Niu Yaojin came out of the cave and worked together to push the stranded fishing boat back to the sea.

The tsunami had just passed, and fish and shrimp had disappeared from the sea, so the two had no desire to cast their nets to catch any more.

Carrying only the two bundles of lightning-struck wood, they turned the boat around and headed towards Qingluo Island.

About half an hour later.

As night fell, the two fishing boats, one after the other, sailed back to their berths at the dock.

Niu Yaojin secured the rope, hoisted the two bundles of branches onto his shoulder, and smiled at Jiang Yi:

"I'll go find Liu Suanpan first and show him these things. Would Fellow Daoist Jiang like to come along?"

Jiang Yi waved his hand and stepped ashore:

"Fellow Daoist Niu, please go ahead. I wish to go to the market to buy some items I need for cultivation."

"Alright, let's meet again tonight to discuss the details."

Niu Yaojin nodded, hoisted his "treasure," and strode away.

Jiang Yi then headed to the market and went directly to the stall area.

Today's thunderstorm had a wide impact, affecting all the waters surrounding Qingluo Island.

Few people went out to sea, which made the market even more lively than usual.

The streets were bustling with people, a scene of noise and chaos.

Jiang Yi strolled slowly, his gaze sweeping over the stalls on both sides, searching for items that interested him.

Little Pear also woke up from her nap, and cautiously peeked her little head out from her collar, looking around furtively.

The surrounding area was noisy and crowded, and the little guy was very timid. He would shrink back in fright at the slightest noise.

"Fellow Daoists, come and take a look! Fairy's intimate stockings, original and guaranteed authentic. Don't miss out today, or you'll never find them again!"

Not long after they had gone, a strange shout suddenly came from ahead, attracting attention.

Jiang Yi became curious and looked up.

There was a simple stall on the street corner, filled with silk stockings of various colors.

The stall owner had a shifty face and his eyes darted around, making him look quite sleazy.

As he continued to call out, several cultivators squatted in front of his stall and began picking through the selections.

One of them picked up a pair of black silk stockings, buried them in his nose, took a deep breath, and said with a look of ecstasy:

"Hmm~ 99% perfect, a rare find! This is exactly the taste of the Azure Fairy, I still can't forget it!"

The stall owner chuckled and winked, saying:

"Fellow Daoist, you truly have discerning eyes! Rest assured, these are all genuine products. Once you buy them, you can be with the fairy day and night. Don't miss this opportunity!"

Another person picked up a pair of moon-white stockings, brought them to their nose to examine them closely, and nodded in admiration:

"Mmm, this tastes authentic, it's really good."

"..."

Jiang Yi was stunned, completely captivated by the scene, and couldn't help but stop in front of the stall.

Hesitated for a moment.

He coughed lightly, moved closer to the stall, and casually picked up a pair of purple stockings to examine them.

Seeing this, the stall owner rubbed his hands together and whispered his introduction:

"Fellow Daoist has excellent eyesight! These shoes were worn by Fairy Purple Frost, guaranteed to be authentic and still fragrant. If you don't believe me, you are welcome to examine them for yourself."

Jiang Yi's eyes flashed, and he secretly shook his head.

He doesn't have that kind of interest, nor is he into that kind of thing.

The reason I went up to him was simply to admire his business acumen, broaden my horizons, and offer some criticism...

He was about to put down the stockings when he suddenly stopped, and as if possessed, he squinted and stared intently at what he was holding.

As his spiritual power dissipated, a sudden realization quickly welled up in his mind.

[Inferior quality stockings, made of silk, with a slight lingering male body odor]

"?!"

Jiang Yi's expression changed instantly, and he abruptly threw away the stockings.

He glared at the stall owner and fiercely wiped his hands on his robe.

As he got up to leave, he happened to catch a glimpse of the two people from before, who were taking out spirit stones to pay the bill and holding onto the silk stockings, reluctant to let go.

He felt a chill run down his spine, a look of pity crossed his face, and he cursed the unscrupulous merchant inwardly. He then turned and strode away...