Longevity: Start with the farming game!

At this moment, Han Xuanyu, walking down the road, had shed his usual timidity, straightened his back, and strode forward with confidence.

Money emboldens a man, and so does strength!

"Stay grounded, don't get cocky yet. With just the second level of Qi Refining, someone could end me with a single sword strike."

Han Xuanyu secretly warned himself, but his face began to display composure and calmness, as if he had undergone a complete transformation.

"Oh? Isn't this young Master Han?"

"Why, your whole image has changed? Look at that handsome little face; it really pleases this old woman!"

A teasing, flirtatious voice came from the side.

A female cultivator, nearing forty, with a full figure and lingering charm, slowly walked over.

As soon as Han Xuanyu heard the voice, he knew who it was: Chen Cailian, the widowed female cultivator who lived nearby.

With the third level of Qi Refining, she worked at the Ling Food Pavilion, Zhenxiang House.

Rumor had it that she was doing quite well, known for her meticulousness and considered a strong woman.

She had one hobby: teasing Han Xuanyu. She wasn't a bad person.

She had even helped Han Xuanyu quite a bit, akin to the kind of auntie next door.

In the past, Han Xuanyu would blush and stammer a greeting when he saw Chen Cailian, but not anymore.

Han Xuanyu bowed to Chen Cailian, smiled calmly, and said, "Greetings, Fellow Daoist Chen."

Chen Cailian was taken aback, leaned in for a gentle sniff, and then giggled:

"Why are you so composed? Have you gone from a boy to a man?"

Han Xuanyu, noticing Chen Cailian's actions, shook his head and smiled, "No, I've just picked up a bit of fragrance."

Chen Cailian chuckled, "You don't seem like it."

After she spoke, she lightly furrowed her brow, "Has your cultivation level increased?"

Han Xuanyu noticed her almost imperceptible frown and replied with a smile, "I've had some recent insights, so I've made some progress."

Chen Cailian nodded slightly, walking as she spoke, "You've had a late blooming. I won't say more; I need to go to Zhenxiang House."

"I'll treat you to a meal another day to celebrate."

Han Xuanyu smiled and watched her leave.

Once Chen Cailian was far away, he frowned, "It's not good if my cultivation level is so easily discernible."

"If my cultivation suddenly skyrockets in the future, won't I be subjected to soul-searching and spirit-snatching? I should find some concealment methods."

Han Xuanyu casually walked into the Ye family's apothecary.

A young man wearing the Ye family's uniform was fanning the leisurely seated plump steward.

Han Xuanyu's spirit farmer parents used to cultivate first-order spirit plant Yellow Grain Rice for the Ye family.

The apothecary's plump shopkeeper was also somewhat familiar with Han Xuanyu.

"Fellow Daoist Han, are you here to sell medicinal herbs?"

Steward Ye glanced at Han Xuanyu and asked indifferently.

The young man beside him, Ye Kuan, also looked over with a slick expression.

"No, I'm here to purchase some spirit plant seeds."

Han Xuanyu replied neither obsequiously nor arrogantly.

"Oh? Are you planning to become a spirit farmer?"

Steward Ye stood up enthusiastically, not noticing Han Xuanyu's change, just curiously inquiring, as recruiting spirit farmers counted as performance.

Han Xuanyu shook his head, "No, I just plan to cultivate spirit plants for sale."

Steward Ye rolled his eyes, "What a naive young man. Without a suitable location, how easy do you think it is to grow spirit plants?"

"Once he hits a wall, he'll naturally know the pain."

Then, he waved his hand dismissively at Ye Kuan, signaling him to take charge.

Ye Kuan smiled knowingly, stepped forward, and said very professionally, "Fellow Daoist Han, this way, please!"

Han Xuanyu didn't explain and followed with a smile.

"First-order spirit plants include Yellow Grain Rice, Qi Tempering Grass, Blue Moon Grass, Blood Jade Flower..."

"Among them, the main ingredient for Foundation Pills is Yellow Grain Rice."

"Qi Tempering Grass is needed for Qi Gathering Pills..."

"Blue Moon Grass and Blood Jade Flower are needed for Vitality Recovery Pills and Spring Return Pills, respectively."

"They are all common goods on the market."

"Fellow Daoist, which one do you need?"

Han Xuanyu pretended to ponder deeply, then feigned hesitation, "Yellow Grain Rice takes too long to grow, so..."

"Let's go with Blue Moon Grass and Blood Jade Flower, ten seeds each."

Ye Kuan chuckled, "No problem!"

After he finished speaking, he turned and left, soon returning with a bag of seeds:

"Fellow Daoist Han, the total is one low-grade spirit stone. Considering you're an old customer, I'll charge you nine spirit shards!"

Upon hearing this, Han Xuanyu sized up Ye Kuan, "Preemptive strike, huh? There's a reason why the disciples of large families stand firm."

He didn't waste words and casually took out nine spirit shards from his inner pocket and handed them to Ye Kuan.

But after Ye Kuan accepted the spirit stones, he first glanced at Steward Ye, and after seeing no abnormalities, he secretly leaned over and whispered.

"Fellow Daoist Han, I have a few second-order spirit seeds. How about I sell them to you at a low price?"

"Second-order spirit seeds?"

Han Xuanyu first looked at him suspiciously, then glanced at Steward Han out of the corner of his eye.

But Steward Han was just lying lazily, looking like it was none of his business.

Han Xuanyu wasn't in a hurry and gestured for Ye Kuan to continue.

"That's right, the second-order spirit seed I have is a body-tempering fruit, the Tyrant Blood Fruit!"

As Ye Kuan spoke, he opened a small wooden box, revealing five charred, shriveled seeds.

Han Xuanyu frowned upon seeing them, "These seeds don't look very viable, you're being dishonest."

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Han, you're mistaken. I guarantee that these Tyrant Blood Fruits can definitely grow vigorously within twenty years!"

"Two low-grade spirit stones, you can take them all. A normal one costs twenty low-grade spirit stones!"

Seeing the change in Han Xuanyu's expression, Ye Kuan quickly tried to salvage the situation.

Han Xuanyu still frowned, not planning to be a sucker, and gently pinched one of the seeds.

But the next moment, he changed his mind.

"Second-order spirit seed, Tyrant Blood Fruit, detected. Plantable!"

Han Xuanyu was pleasantly surprised, but his face pretended to be troubled, "The gambling element is too high. How about this, one low-grade spirit stone, and I'll take them all!"

Ye Kuan sneered in his heart, "The gambling element is too high? Any discerning person knows they won't grow."

But he pretended to be very troubled, and after hesitating for a while, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Alright, deal! I'll just consider it making a friend with you."

"Heh, drama king!"

Han Xuanyu also sneered in his heart, then reluctantly took out a low-grade spirit stone.

With the payment cleared, both were satisfied, but they had to pretend to have lost out.

At this moment, Han Xuanyu mysteriously asked Ye Kuan, "Fellow Daoist Ye, I heard that there's a Foundation Establishment cultivator's legacy site nearby, is it reliable?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Kuan, who was secretly gloating, glanced at Han Xuanyu meaningfully. Taking advantage of his good mood, he replied:

"There is indeed such a thing. I heard that even some Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Azure Ripple Sect have rushed over."

"As you know, the Azure Ripple Sect is a Golden Core sect, how glorious. Even if our local three great families rush over, they won't get any meat to eat."

"However, I don't know who spread the news, it spread so quickly."

Han Xuanyu nodded thoughtfully, "Then is it dangerous? I mean, is there any fighting going on?"