I'm in the world of cultivation, and I get a system for becoming a wealthy urban tycoon?

Yuan Kingdom is one of the many small kingdoms under the rule of the Golden Rainbow Sword Sect.

Within a radius of tens of thousands of kilometers around the Golden Rainbow Sword Sect, there are numerous small kingdoms scattered like stars in the sky.

Within the Yuan Kingdom, besides tens of millions of ordinary people, there are also many cultivators scattered throughout.

Independent cultivators, small families, and minor sects each have their own way of life and their own territory, shining sporadically like fireflies in the night.

Sanlidun Fangshi is one of them.

This market town is hidden deep within a small mountain range in the Sanlidun area, surrounded by green mountains on all sides, and shrouded in a misty array all year round.

From the outside, the mist looked no different from ordinary mountain mists; it was white and slightly damp, and even if ordinary people got close, they wouldn't notice anything unusual.

The market is jointly controlled by the three major families: the Wang family, the Mi family, and the Lan family. Each of the three families has a Foundation Establishment cultivator in charge. Over the generations, they have intermarried and become deeply intertwined, making them staunch allies who share both prosperity and adversity.

In the center of the market is the territory of the three families where the spiritual vein is located. The houses with blue bricks and gray tiles are lined up one after another. Radiating outward from the spiritual vein, there are bustling streets lined with shops, scattered stalls with constant shouts, and the outermost area, which is rented to independent cultivators, as well as the cave dwelling area and spiritual field area.

Wang Ming and He Xiaoyue were a pair of independent Taoist practitioners who lived off the land of Sanlidun Market.

Wang Ming is in the late stage of Qi Refining and has mastered a light-body escape technique. With this skill, he usually hunts demons in the mountains and forests and takes on bounty commissions in the market, risking his life for spirit stones.

He Xiaoyue is at the mid-stage of Qi Refining. She rented an acre of spiritual field on the outskirts of the market and tended to the spiritual rice all year round.

The two of them didn't earn much, but they could at least make a living in Sanlidunfang Market.

They even had a son and a daughter.

His son, Wang Siyuan, was very promising and was found to have a mid-grade spiritual root, so he entered the Golden Rainbow Sword Sect.

When the news spread, the Sanlidun market was bustling for several days, with everyone in the teahouses and taverns talking about it.

For a rogue cultivator's family to produce a promising talent for the Golden Rainbow Sword Sect is like a phoenix hatching from a chicken coop in a small place.

During that time, Wang Ming walked the streets with his back straight, and his greetings were louder than before; He Xiaoyue went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and her steps were light and quick.

Even when members of the three major families meet, they will show each other more smiles and no longer try to find excuses to deduct their spirit stones as they used to.

However, this peace was shattered by a single claw two months ago.

When Wang Ming went into the mountains to hunt demons, he had bad luck and ran into a fierce Green Wind Wolf.

He risked his life to escape using talismans and that light-body escape technique. He returned alive, but his internal organs were severely injured, his face was deathly pale, and he could barely turn over on the stone bed.

This level of injury cannot be treated with a few packets of ordinary blood-clotting powder or jade skin powder.

To truly recover, you need at least one bottle of Jade Dew Pills.

Jade Dew Pills are considered top-grade among first-tier healing pills, and one bottle costs two hundred low-grade spirit stones.

Even after the couple pooled all their savings from the past few years, they still couldn't raise that amount.

In the end, he could only buy two more to barely save his life, and the rest he could only rely on to recover on his own.

Wang Ming's recovery will take a considerable amount of time, during which time he will be unable to hunt demons or accept commissions, and he will have to rely solely on He Xiaoyue's income to support himself.

Their income plummeted, and their savings were all used to buy elixirs, leaving them in dire financial straits.

The cave was dimly lit, with a cheap lamp in the corner emitting a faint yellow light that made the rough chisel marks on the stone wall stand out.

The cave was simply furnished with a few polished stone benches, a stone table with chipped edges, and some odds and ends piled up in the corner.

A thin layer of coarse cloth was laid on the stone bed. Wang Ming leaned against the pillow, his face pale with a sickly sallow hue, and his cheeks were slightly sunken.

His eyes were closed, his breathing was shallow and slow, and his brows furrowed occasionally, probably because his wound was aching again.

On the other side of the cave, a petite girl was squatting in front of a stove boiling water.

The fire in the stove was burning brightly, and the orange-red flames licked the bottom of the pot one by one. The steam rose from the spout of the pot, making the girl's face flushed.

The girl, Wang Siyue, was only twelve years old, and her eyes still had a childish look.

She squatted there, hugging her knees, her eyes fixed on the white steam coming out of the kettle spout, occasionally glancing at the stone bed.

Wang Ming, lying on the stone bed, suddenly started coughing repeatedly, his voice muffled, as if it were being squeezed out from deep within his chest.

Wang Siyue immediately got up, skillfully picked up a rough pottery cup from the stove, added warm water, quickly walked to the stone bed, and carefully brought the rim of the cup to Wang Ming's lips.

"Dad, have some water."

Wang Ming coughed for a long time before stopping, his sallow face flushing an unnatural red.

He lowered his head and drank a few sips of water, and his complexion improved slightly.

He then looked at his daughter, whose face was flushed red from the hot steam, paused for a moment, and sighed softly, "Siyue, thank you for your hard work."

Wang Siyue sat down on the edge of the bed, holding a cup, and shook her head. Her still-childish face held a calmness that seemed out of place for her age: "Father, I'm not suffering. It's you who are suffering because you're injured. Mother stands in the spirit field all day long, and when she comes back, her spiritual energy is exhausted, so she's even more exhausted."

Looking at his daughter, Wang Ming felt a pang of guilt.

After a pause, he said softly, "In a few days, the Golden Rainbow Sword Sect will be recruiting new disciples again. You should also have your spiritual root tested then. Maybe you can join the Golden Rainbow Sword Sect like your brother. If that happens, our Wang family will be incredibly fortunate."

Wang Siyue's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she lowered her head without saying a word.

After a long while, she said in a muffled voice, "Father, I don't want to have my spiritual root tested."

Wang Ming was taken aback, looking at her with some surprise: "Why?"

Wang Siyue lowered her eyes, her fingers unconsciously picking at the small chip on the edge of the rough pottery cup. Her voice was soft, but earnest: "If my brother isn't here, and if I'm not here either, then if my parents encounter something like this again, there will be no one to take care of them."

Wang Ming stood there, stunned. He opened his mouth, looking at his thin, small daughter in front of him, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

His feelings were quite complicated at that moment.

A mix of bitterness and guilt lingered in my chest, stuck there, unable to go up or down.

Perhaps it was because the couple had no real skills and their family had lived in poverty for so many years that their daughter had become sensible far too early.

Thinking of this, his guilt intensified.

Just then, footsteps sounded at the door.

He Xiaoyue hurriedly walked in.

She was wearing a faded cloth robe with a few specks of mud on the cuffs, and her hair was loosely tied in a bun with a few stray strands falling on her tired face.

Her spiritual energy fluctuations were weak, and her face showed visible signs of fatigue.

The work in the spirit field wasn't dangerous, but spirit rice was very delicate, so basic spells like spirit rain and light spells had to be used frequently.

Although these basic spells are not used in combat, they are a huge burden for a cultivator in the mid-stage of Qi Refining to use them all the time.

She looks like this every day when she returns from the spirit field, her spiritual energy almost completely depleted, and even her voice seems to be forced out of her.

After entering, she glanced at the stone bed first, her voice filled with concern: "Ming-ge, are you feeling better?"

Wang Ming gave a wry smile: "It's healing too slowly."

He Xiaoyue pursed her lips, said nothing more, lowered her head and walked to the stove. She bent down and scooped out two bowls of rice from the rice jar to start preparing dinner.

Since Wang Ming was injured, his family has been unable to afford spirit rice and has had to make do with ordinary rice that mortals eat.

As she rinsed the rice, she spoke with her head down, her voice low and revealing an indescribable weariness: "Today I ran into Fellow Daoist Li next door. I wanted to ask her to borrow some spirit stones to see if I could buy you another Jade Dew Pill... but unfortunately she said she was also short of money."

The cave became quiet.

Wang Ming didn't respond, and Wang Siyue remained silent.

After a moment, Wang Siyue suddenly raised her head, a youthful anger appearing on her still-childish face: "When you first joined the Golden Rainbow Sword Sect two years ago, they were all eager to curry favor with us! Now they make excuses for everything!"

Wang Ming reached out and gently patted his daughter's head. He paused, then said softly, "Yuan'er, it's been over four years since you started your training, hasn't it?"

Wang Siyue bit her lower lip, and the anger in her eyes seemed to be extinguished by something, slowly dimming.

She lowered her head and didn't say anything more.

He Xiaoyue paused for a moment before nodding slightly, "Yes, that's right."

Wang Ming leaned against the stone pillow, his gaze fixed on the dim spirit lamp, as if talking to himself: "He hasn't returned in over four years. I'm afraid he failed to enter the outer sect... We've dragged him down. With Yuan'er's mid-grade spiritual root, if he had more resources, he should have been able to pass the assessment."

Wang Siyue's eyes grew increasingly dim.

She still remembers the year her brother left when she was just over seven years old. He squatted down and pinched her cheek, saying that once he had established himself in the sect, he would take her and their parents to enjoy a life of comfort.

At that time, she idolized her brother immensely, believing that there was nothing he couldn't do.

But as she grew older, she gradually realized that although her brother was indeed better than his peers in the market, he was still just an ordinary person.

An ordinary person with no connections.

The cave fell silent for a moment.

He Xiaoyue poured the rinsed rice into the pot, added water, and put the lid on.

The flames at the bottom of the pot licked the iron pot, making a soft sizzling sound.

She straightened up, wiped the water droplets from her hands, and said, "Even if Yuan'er doesn't pass the test, being a menial disciple isn't bad. At least his life will be better than ours."

As she spoke, her gaze unconsciously drifted towards Wang Siyue, but she didn't finish her sentence.

What she was thinking was: even if he is a menial disciple, Yuan'er might be able to find a way out for Siyue in the future, which is better than his two incompetent parents.

Wang Ming nodded slightly, without responding.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the door.

Exclamations, shouts, and chaotic footsteps mingled together, coming through the wooden door, buzzing and shaking the ears.

"Oh my god!!"

"What is that?! It's a huge flying boat! Is it really a flying boat??"

"It's huge! How big is this airship? What kind of important person could ride in such an airship?"

"It seems that the patriarchs of our three major families only possess flying magical artifacts as small as a dugout canoe! Could it be that a Golden Core cultivator has descended upon us?"

Wang Siyue raised her head, and Wang Ming also propped himself up slightly from the pillow. The two of them looked towards the door at the same time, their faces blank.

He Xiaoyue glanced at Wang Ming, her expression becoming more serious: "I'll go out and take a look."

She walked quickly to the door, pushed open the creaking old wooden door, and her figure blended into the noisy crowd outside.