My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 212 Volume

Midday on the moon.

Chen Mu changed his appearance and form, and the five ghosts scouted the way, walking in a winding and circuitous path, until he returned to the cellar in the mountain valley to rest as usual.

He didn't care about the extra competitors in the underground market.

The profit margin for buying and selling from ghost ships is already low.

Now we have to increase the quantity to be sent out... Ha!

"Probably some greenhorn who's just started out," Chen Mu shook his head.

Judging from the other party's crude disguise, you can tell they're inexperienced.

Before long, the ever-decreasing profits will teach him a lesson.

……

Low hill courtyard.

Chen Mu lay on the rocking chair, swaying back and forth.

A white jade plate sat on a low table beside him, and above a fist-sized bronze incense burner, the air distorted, and steam rose up carrying a faint fragrance.

Chen Mu's lips moved, his voice deep and resonant, as if emanating from his abdomen.

A strange incantation, as if a thousand people were overlapping, kept coming out of his mouth.

In my mind, a silken sphere the size of an egg vibrates gently.

At the center, the smooth jade also trembled in a certain rhythm.

After a long while, a cool sensation suddenly came from the Mingmen point on the lower back.

It's like someone gently touching your back with two cool metal rods on a hot summer day.

A wisp of white mist, as fine as hair, appeared in my mind, then disappeared into the jade in a flash.

Chen Mu observed carefully, but could not see any change in the jade's quality.

After a long while, Chen Mu opened his eyes and looked at the semi-transparent gray wall in front of him.

Hundred Intent Aura: 529/10000;

"Only five or six experience points per hour, which is far inferior to the Cloud Mirage Armor Technique!" Chen Mu sighed.

Some people can gain experience just by breathing, and they can even grind for experience while sleeping.

Looking at the Hundred Intent Light Technique again, sigh...

"No wonder the price was set at the lowest." Chen Mu finally understood.

The training time for the Hundred Intent Spiritual Light Technique is truly long.

He has a skill-enhancing cheat code, and he gains insights every time he practices.

There is a white jade plate, and the concentration of earth's spiritual energy is comparable to that of the Upper Academy's Taoist temple.

With such exceptional natural advantages, even with a rough calculation, it would still take more than seven months of dedicated liver work every day.

Look at Old Hao, he bought a top-tier spiritual light secret technique, and he only cultivated it for twenty years... well, let's not talk about Old Hao.

The greatest pain a person can experience is comparing themselves to others. The correct attitude towards life should be to compare oneself to one's past self.

So... seven months!
Chen Mu curled his lips into a grin, squinted his eyes, and shook his leg.

"It took seven months just to sense a flash of inspiration!"

How many seven-month periods does one have in a lifetime?

……

"What are you showing off for!" Old Hao, who walked in with his hands behind his back, looked at Chen Mu with a puzzled expression.

Showing off? What's with that look in your eyes!
This is my pain, helplessness, entanglement, grief, and indignation!
"Alright, hurry up and come with me to the General Affairs Office to register."

"Those ten acres of land to the west will be yours from now on," Old Hao urged.

"It's done?" Chen Mu was overjoyed.

With planting techniques and paper figures of five ghosts, growing yellow sprout rice is not difficult.

By cultivating ten acres of land, one can easily earn more than twenty extra white jade coins a year.

"What happened to the original tenants on the west side?" Chen Mu asked curiously.

"Old Bai, he's gone." Old Hao sighed, taking a drag of his cigarette. "We've known each other for decades, and we'll never see each other again."

"The land you are cultivating now originally belonged to him."

“His energy has been declining in the past two years, and he has been gradually moving out of the lease.”

Chen Mu immediately became stern.

Hearing the sudden news of someone's death made his heart tighten involuntarily.

Natural death is fine, but what if it's unnatural...?

The key point is that it's not too far from my own yard!
Chen Mu stared solemnly at Old Hao: "How did he pass away?"

"How did you leave?"

"They left by boat," Old Hao said, puzzled.

Chen Mu immediately felt embarrassed.

"Before Old Bai left, he told me he was going to take thirty-six concubines when he got home. Bah!" As if remembering something, Old Hao said indignantly, "We're not even close, why did he tell me that!"

"You old lewd rascal!"

"Then don't be envious," Chen Mu teased with a chuckle. "Envious? What kind of look is that? I'm looking down on you, I'm showing disdain!"

"To abandon the path for the sake of enjoyment. I must despise that!" Old Hao vowed solemnly.

Chen Mu didn't speak, but just looked at him sideways.

……

North of Tongtianfang, the residence of the Lower Courtyard.

Chen Mu followed Old Hao to the General Affairs Office.

The main hall inside the courtyard is a storeroom. It is said that the mountain behind it was hollowed out, and inside is the supply warehouse of the lower courtyard of Keelung Road.

There are three green-tiled side rooms on each side, which are responsible for various general affairs of Chicken Coop Road.

Chen Mu followed Old Hao into the second room on the left.

The information change was completed quickly, and I left with a page of the land lease agreement.

Just outside the General Affairs Office, I saw a group of several hundred people walking nervously toward the back of the compound.

Judging from the direction, it should be the Institute of Buddhist Studies.

"Someone is preaching today?" Chen Mu asked, puzzled. He hadn't heard anything about it.

Looking at the crowd, Old Hao said with envy, "They're going to the Upper Temple."

"That training ground specially set up for the lower academy disciples?" Chen Mu understood.

One hundred white jade coins can only be used for one month of cultivation.

Ordinary disciples of the lower temple would have to honestly grow yellow rice for three or four years to save up enough money.

“Exploitation is everywhere,” Chen Mu sighed.

Fortunately, I had a white jade plate.

"No wonder the inspection team conducted such a large-scale search back then." Chen Mu narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It's not necessarily true that it will stop now."

"It's more likely that they'll shift from overt to covert investigation."

"I'll have to be more careful when using it in the future."

……

Ten days later, not long after nightfall.

On the west side of Aishan Mountain, within a wide field of yellow rice, three black clouds appeared in the sky.

Then it suddenly plummeted, like a torrent of black water, rapidly churning and spreading across the yellow rice field.

Wherever it passes, the hardened soil is instantly turned upside down and crushed, becoming soft.

At the edge of the field, Chen Mu nodded in satisfaction.

This is the ten mu of yellow rice field he recently rented.

Under the cover of night, Chen Mu used the Five Ghosts' Wraiths to search the land. He didn't go home.

He donned a beast-head mask and a black cloak, his figure and expression shifting. With a few leaps, he darted up the low hill.

Then they crossed the mountain ridge and sped northward.

The underground market is open tonight; he's going to sell calming pills.

……

After visiting many times, although I remained cautious, I also became more relaxed and at ease.

"Once we sell today's supply, we'll have enough for the whole month." Chen Mu calculated as he walked.

There are twenty acres of yellow rice fields, and a stable supply of calming pills.

Once he reached the stage of spiritual awareness cultivation, he would no longer have to worry about white jade coins.

I entered the underground market and leisurely arrived at my familiar spot, only to find it already occupied.

"This hothead is still doing it?" Chen Mu looked at his colleague who had swindled him in surprise.

"Could it be adulterated?" They buy and sell from ghost ships; they can't make money otherwise.

"I'm not afraid of being beaten to death." Chen Mu mixed in the calming pill 1.0, but that was still considered a substandard product.

As for the others, they are definitely faking it!
Chen Mu shook his head and ignored it.

But he hadn't gone far when he found another stall selling calming pills.

Chen Mu looked at the wooden sign.

"One white jade coin, thirty-four white jade coins."

Chen Mu: “…”

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

They hurriedly walked deeper into the underground market.

The third one, the fourth one...

Before he even entered the core of the underground market, he had already seen seven stalls selling calming pills.

And each one is more elaborate than the last.

The stall with the biggest discount dared to sell thirty-seven calming pills for just one white jade coin!
What the hell is going on?!

(End of this chapter)