Cultivating Immortality Starts with Rubbing a Computer

Chapter 69 Smuggling
On deck 36 of Dingsan.

Chu Ning said with a gloating look, "Tsk tsk, Fellow Daoist Li, you know what? Someone got into trouble again yesterday."

Fang Jun asked curiously, "What happened again? Is it about that Young Master Youran?"

Chu Ning shook his head: "It's related, but not completely related."

Fang Jun asked, "What's that?"

Chu Ning asked, "Do you know how many spirit stones this passenger ship can earn from a round trip?"

Fang Jun said, "There are about 10,000 passengers, and we can earn about 200,000 to 300,000 spirit stones."

"There are goods worth another 100,000 spirit stones, which can earn me 30,000 spirit stones."

Chu Ning said, "Yes, since traveling back and forth between the boundary barriers is so profitable, then naturally someone has some ulterior motives."

Fang Jun's mind moved: "Could it be that they are using objects to transport people?"

Ding Sanliu is a passenger ship, not a cargo ship.

Moreover, most of the goods worth 100,000 spirit stones are cheap and bulky trade items.

Chu Ning nodded and said, "Fellow Daoist Li is indeed very knowledgeable. You are right, it is about using things to move people."

"Didn't the monks from Guantian Palace search Ding Sanliu a few days ago under the orders of Master Youran?"

"That's where things went wrong."

“The ground floor, where goods should be stored, is filled with densely packed people.”

“About this number.”

As he spoke, Chu Ning stretched out five fingers.

Fang Jun guessed, "Five hundred?"

Chu Ning shook his head.

Fang Jun was surprised and said, "It can't be 5,000, that's already half of the number of passengers."

"It must be very uncomfortable for so many people to be crammed into such a small warehouse."

Chu Ning nodded: "It's uncomfortable, but it saves money. The cheapest boat ticket nowadays is only twenty low-grade spirit stones."

"This is the income of an ordinary monk for two or three months."

"However, as long as you live in the warehouse, it only costs ten low-grade spirit stones."

Fang Jun was speechless: "This isn't that cheap, is it? This is more than a month's worth of spirit stones."

Chu Ning said, "Of course it wasn't worth this much in the past. But considering that these ten spirit stones can temporarily exempt us from the upper sect's call for conscription, do you think this is a good deal?"

During the Outer War.

The price of the Ding 36 boat ticket has actually doubled compared to the past.

Moreover, if they want to board the ship, these monks have to pay a price to exempt themselves from the Mountain Sect's conscription.

Fang Jun said: "But the other side of the sea is also the territory of the upper clan. Is it necessary to recruit them?"

Fang Jun stopped talking at this point and sighed: "Yeah, I was thinking about it, it does make sense."

"The war outside the realm lasts a long time."

"Ordinary monks like us have little chance of surviving until the end of the war."

"Some monks who have been stranded abroad for various reasons always want to return to their homeland, just like me."

Chu Ning laughed and said, "So someone is going to be in trouble. Being able to smuggle people across the border is a great skill."

"However, it infringes upon the interests of the upper sect."

"Do you think this man should die?"

Fang Jun said as a matter of course: "Of course he deserves to die."

He wasn't surprised that someone would do something stupid.

There are millions of people in the world, and in such a chaotic system, anything that happens is not surprising.

For example, this smuggler wanted to make an extra 20,000 or 30,000 spirit stones.

He actually committed a crime that cost him his head.

Perhaps it’s because I’ve settled down in the past few months and haven’t found any substantial restrictions from the Mountain Sect on ordinary cultivators.

That's why he did such a foolish thing.

But no matter what, it is still the self-interest that drives people.

Fang Jun continued, "How do you plan to accommodate the five thousand monks?"

Chu Ning asked, "How will they be accommodated? Of course they will still live in the warehouse. What else can we do?" "After all, they are the labor force that the upper sect requested to be recruited."

The gap between monks is greater than the gap between people.

The five thousand cultivators are generally at the first or second level of Qi Refining.

Under normal circumstances, it might not be enough to kill a cultivator who has reached the ninth level of Qi Refining and possesses his own magical weapon.

Because they may not even be able to break through the defense.

Even in the boundary barrier, there are foundation-building monks on the ship, and they can't make any trouble.

Therefore, no matter how Master Youran and other monks from the Guantian Palace deal with them, they can only accept their fate.

Then, Chu Ning took out another token and said, "Friend Li, the auction has been decided to be held tomorrow. You can enter with this token."

"And I've found out that the items up for auction include the Guixin Fruit."

Fang Jun took the token and said, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Chu."

Chu Ning waved his hand: "You're welcome."

……

"drop--!"

"Damn it, this warehouse is leaking."

A tall and thin cultivator at the first level of Qi Refining impatiently used his magic power to shake off the water droplets, but made a mistake due to the boundary barrier.

The water droplets stuck to his cuffs, spreading out as water marks.

A middle-aged cultivator nearby, also at the first level of Qi Refining, glanced at him and said, "Leaking water? It's good enough if it doesn't leak fire. I've heard that there used to be this kind of smuggling business. Back then, if they were discovered, they would show no mercy and simply burn everything to ashes, leaving nothing behind."

"Isn't that too cruel?"

"Who says it isn't? We have to thank the Mountain Sect for the conscription order, otherwise they would be very cruel and would show no mercy to the monks who disobey them."

"But because of the Mountain Sect's call for tickets, the ticket price is ridiculously expensive. It used to be just a low-grade spirit stone." The tall and thin monk muttered. The more he looked at the stain on his cuff, the more he felt annoyed. He wanted to use his magic power to evaporate it, but was afraid of losing control of his magic power and getting injured.

"Your Highness or Your Fate, choose one."

"Uh...I choose fate."

The two continued to chat casually, which was the norm for the monks on the deck and also for the monks in the cargo hold.

The six-month voyage was too boring, and I couldn't practice because of the boundary barriers. If I don't find something to do, I will really have mental problems.

Fortunately, although the warehouse is crowded, there are also advantages to having a lot of people, that is, there are more things to do, and there are always various things to do to pass the time.

Moreover, as fellow monks, even if the warehouse is crowded, it cannot be dirty. At most, it can be described as "messy".

The tall and thin monk suddenly said, "By the way, why are you going to the realm?"

The middle-aged monk glanced at him and said, "Haven't you asked this question before?"

"Can't I ask again?"

"Okay, it's okay anyway. As for me, of course I'm going back to my hometown. I'm from there, and twenty years ago I had the chance to come here to practice. Unfortunately, I ended up accomplishing nothing. When I heard that the Realm War wouldn't end before my death, I naturally thought of going back."

"Me too, but the difference is that I was brought here by my parents. But my parents are dead, and I'm the only one left. I thought I couldn't die here, so I thought about going back. But the journey is a bit difficult."

The middle-aged monk asked, "What do you plan to do when you return?"

The tall and thin monk smiled bitterly: "What? Can you still escape the call of the Mountain Sect?"

"No, the Mountain Sect will at least give you the opportunity to choose what to do."

"Then I want to choose talisman making. My mother used to make talismans too."

"I chose to refine weapons. I make a living here by refining weapons... Hey, hey, hey, why are you in a daze? Aren't you listening to what I'm saying?"

The middle-aged monk saw that the tall and thin monk had a dull look in his eyes and looked lifeless, so he hurriedly shouted.

The tall and thin monk had a dull look in his eyes and muttered to himself, "I think I heard my mother's voice."

The middle-aged monk was stunned and asked curiously, "Didn't your mother pass away?"

The tall and thin monk suddenly said, "My mother is calling me."

He said, staggering towards the crowded aisle.

The middle-aged monk frowned: "This... the monk's body is actually unstable?"

He hesitated for a moment, but finally followed: "Make way, excuse me."

At first, the monks' cursing could be heard in the corridor, but gradually, the sound disappeared.

The middle-aged monk was suddenly startled and came to his senses, only to find that the originally crowded aisle had become empty.

(End of this chapter)