Cultivation: I Forge Immortality with My Spiritual Eyes

Several days have passed in the blink of an eye.

After being attacked by sea monsters a few days ago, the fleet's leader was worried about further mishaps and ordered the fleet to sail at full speed.

Fortunately, the rest of the journey went smoothly, the sea was calm, and no further troubles occurred.

It was noon that day.

The sun blazed overhead, and wispy clouds drifted lazily by.

The thick fog had thinned out somewhat, and the view became a little wider.

On the vast sea, a fleet of ships cuts through the remaining fog and sails forward.

Not long after.

The outline of a huge island can be faintly seen at the edge of the horizon.

That is Ling'ao Island.

This island is vast and contains a medium-sized second-tier spiritual vein, rich in spiritual energy.

When the founder of the Cang'ao School traveled here, he found the place to be spiritually rich and the environment pleasant, so he settled down there to establish the school and pass on the tradition.

It has been nearly two hundred years since then.

Although it can't be considered a top-tier sect, it is still quite prosperous, managing its territory effectively and having a considerable reputation in the surrounding seas.

As the fleet sailed into the waters near Ling'ao Island, the number of cultivators coming and going increased significantly.

We would occasionally brush past ships of all colors in the thick fog.

The guards on the ship breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

The monks who were traveling by boat felt the same way; their nerves, which had been tense for days, finally relaxed.

Inside the lower deck.

Jiang Yi peered out through the small window, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

After a bumpy ride, we finally arrived.

Little Pear peeked out from the collar of her clothes, her two front paws gripping the collar, her big, watery eyes looking around.

Soon after, she tilted her head back and nuzzled Jiang Yi's chin, her little face full of anticipation.

Jiang Yi couldn't help but laugh, rubbing its round forehead, and said with a smile:

"Yes, we'll be there soon. You've been eating nothing but biscuits these past few days, which has been a hardship for our Cat King. We'll take you out for a good meal and drinks soon."

"Meow~"

Little Pear's eyes lit up, and she pressed herself against him, rubbing against him repeatedly.

Jiang Yi tilted his head slightly, a hint of disdain on his face.

His lips curled up slightly, clearly indicating that he was quite enjoying himself.

"..."

About fifteen minutes later.

The fleet slowly entered Ling'ao Island Port and came to a stop at a berth.

The gangway was lowered, and Jiang Yi and the others followed a guard onto the dock.

As soon as we stepped ashore, a bustling atmosphere hit us, much more vibrant than Qingluo Island.

Jiang Yi had done his homework before coming, so he wasn't completely clueless.

He paused briefly to look around, determined the direction, and then headed east along a wide stone path.

Ling'ao Immortal City was built in that location, situated on the core node of the spiritual vein.

His pockets were empty, and he only had ten spirit stones left.

We must get into the city as soon as possible to sell the spirit creature so that we can plan for what comes next.

There were many cultivators coming and going along the way.

Little Pear was a bit shy, huddled inside her collar and didn't move, secretly looking forward to the delicious food that was coming soon.

Jiang Yi remained silent and walked briskly in a low-key manner.

After a while, the view cleared up, and the outline of a celestial city appeared at the edge of the field of vision.

The city is built on a gentle slope, backed by green mountains and facing the sea, in an excellent location.

The city wall is seven or eight zhang high, and is made entirely of dark blue stone bricks. It is covered with dense spiritual patterns, and its light flows endlessly. It looks extraordinary from a distance.

The city gate was tall and wide, teeming with people, with cultivators of all kinds marching in formation into the city.

On both sides of the city gate stood guards dressed in black, with magical artifacts hanging from their waists, their eyes sharp, checking the entry tokens one by one.

Jiang Yi leaped onto the treetop by the roadside, gazing into the distance, and for a moment he couldn't take his eyes off it.

It has a bit of the feel of "a country kid going to the city".

A moment later.

He came to his senses, jumped down, and his expression returned to calm.

He then straightened his clothes, held his head high, and walked toward the city gate with his long sleeves fluttering.

When you're out in the world, you define your own identity, so you have to project a strong presence.

We can't let these city bumpkins look down on us, lest it delay our business.

soon.

After moving forward in the group for a short while, it was Jiang Yi's turn.

He had been carefully observing the behavior of the cultivators ahead and had already made up his mind.

Although they did not have a pass to enter the city, they were not flustered at all.

With a calm expression, he stepped forward, mimicking the gesture, and handed over a spirit stone, saying casually:

"This humble Taoist priest has been traveling here and wishes to enter the city to rest and do some shopping."

The guard took the spirit stone and looked Jiang Yi up and down.

His demeanor was calm and composed, and his eyes were bright; he did not appear to be an ordinary person.

Without asking any further questions, he silently handed over an entry token, cupped his hands in a respectful bow, and said politely:

"Fellow Daoist, since you are new here, there are a few rules you should know. Fighting is prohibited in the city, forced buying and selling is prohibited, and sleeping on the streets is prohibited. There are no other rules, so please feel free to do as you please."

Jiang Yi accepted the token, nodded slightly, and strolled into the city gate.

After passing through the doorway, a bright and open space suddenly appeared before me.

The main street was extremely wide, several meters across, and the ground was paved with smooth bluestone, clean and tidy.

Shops lined both sides of the street, their flags fluttering in the breeze.

The streets were crowded with all sorts of people.

Jiang Yi looked around with great curiosity for a while, then started walking along the main street, looking around as he went.

His eyes lingered on the shops, paying particular attention to those that dealt in spiritual materials, silently learning about market prices.

"..."

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Yi had been strolling around the city for more than half an hour.

He visited seven or eight shops selling medicinal materials, and also wandered around teahouses and taverns.

After some investigation, I have a general idea of ​​the local market situation.

Prices in the city are generally similar to those on Qingluo Island, with little fluctuation, except for a few spiritual materials which show slight differences.

at this time.

Inside a spiritual materials shop in the city, Jiang Yi stuffed a bulging money bag into his sleeve and turned to walk out.

The shopkeeper behind me, all smiles, escorted me to the door, never forgetting to greet me warmly.

"Fellow Daoist, please take care! In the future, if you have any such fine items, just send them to my shop. I will definitely give you a price that will satisfy you!"

Jiang Yi waved his hand without turning his head, merged into the crowd on the street, and soon disappeared from sight.

He had just sold a piece of Xuan Tie refined gold at this shop, earning 220 spirit stones, which made him a little more comfortable.

But he didn't want to flaunt his wealth, and to avoid being targeted by those with ulterior motives, he dared not make a series of moves in a short period of time.

We decided to take it slow, in batches, changing shops, and releasing one piece every now and then.

Haste makes waste; it's better to take more time than to rush things and expose your true colors.

Jiang Yi pondered in his heart, deciding to linger in the city a little longer.

soon.

He found a cheap inn on West Street, booked a private room, and carefully kept his check-in voucher.

With this, we won't have to worry about the patrols checking us at night.

After settling into their lodgings, they rushed to the food shop at the street corner and bought some food for Xiaoli.

He then headed straight towards the east of the city.

Jiang Yi had just inquired and found that there was a bustling market street in the east of the city where independent cultivators could exchange goods and services, and rare items often came out.

He was quite intrigued and wanted to go and see for himself, hoping to find some treasure.

The street vendor area consists of two streets running horizontally and vertically, covering a large area with stalls lining both sides of the streets.

The sounds of bargaining, cursing, and bickering rose and fell, which strangely made Jiang Yi feel a sense of familiarity.

He smiled to himself, slowed his pace, and glanced at the stalls on both sides, looking for something that suited his taste.

Walking and stopping intermittently.

He then squatted down in front of a stall, picked up a piece of ore, examined it for a moment, and asked about the price.

The stall owner was a burly man with a full beard. He spread out his right palm and flipped it over.

Jiang Yi remained expressionless, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. He then shook his head, put down the ore, and got up to leave.

Soon after, they stopped at another stall.

Several fist-sized beast eggs lay on the ground, their shells gleaming with a faint bluish light.

A thought struck him, and he squatted down to examine the object closely and inquire about its origin.

The stall owner, a thin, old Taoist priest, smiled and said that these were the eggs of a spirit bird, which could be tamed into spirit pets after hatching, and so on.

Jiang Yi remained noncommittal, silently scanning the area with his spiritual eyes.

His expression quickly froze, and he stood up and walked away.

He takes dead eggs, coats them with fluorescent powder, and dares to sell them as live eggs. This old man has a truly black heart...

"..."

In the blink of an eye, an incense stick has burned.

After several trips back and forth, I gained nothing.

Even with Jiang Yi's good attitude, he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

Although there are many stalls here, and all kinds of spiritual items are available, their ruthlessness is even greater than that of Qingluofang.

It was only after coming out to broaden my horizons that I realized how incredibly simple and honest the villagers were...

Jiang Yi lost interest, sighed silently, and prepared to turn and leave.

At this moment, Little Pear suddenly nudged him, scratched him vigorously with her paws, and let out a rather excited cry.

Jiang Yi's heart stirred, but his face remained expressionless.

He raised his hand to rub his chest, his gaze sweeping to the side and landing on an inconspicuous stall...