Cultivating Immortality Starts with Rubbing a Computer

Chapter 75 Ghost
The next day, Deck 36 of Ding.

A large number of stowaways were driven onto the deck, and the originally spacious space suddenly became crowded.

"Damn! Why are there so many people? I thought there were only a few hundred."

"What on earth is Guantian Palace doing? They actually let so many people sneak across successfully."

"I heard that sneaking across only costs ten low-grade spirit stones, and the cultivators of Guantian Palace will help to temporarily exempt us from conscription."

"Then wouldn't we be at a huge loss? We spent twenty low-grade spirit stones and paid an additional 100 spirit stones for the exemption fee."

"You only have a hundred? I have two hundred!"

"Two hundred is nothing, I paid three hundred!"

The passengers on train number Ding 36 complained bitterly and were extremely dissatisfied with their treatment.

However, this is the reality.

There are always people who take advantage of information asymmetry to make huge profits, while those who are uninformed often bear the heaviest price.

"Humph! What do you know? Do you really think smuggling is a good thing?"

"Isn't it just a matter of squeezing together? Don't we monks even have this little bit of patience? Just bear with it and it will pass."

"Yes, yes."

"Haha, what if someone died down there? Why do you think these stowaways were chased up here? It's because someone died down there."

"what happened?"

"There was a conflict down there, people died, and the resentment was so strong that it gave rise to ghost cultivators. The ghost cultivators started killing people."

"How is this possible! How could there be a ghost cultivator in this environment?"

"Believe it or not, this is the truth. Hundreds of people have died, including one monk from the Guantian Palace."

"Why did I hear that three people died?"

"Think carefully, if it wasn't so, why would the cultivators from Guantian Palace drive people up here? They drove people up here to exterminate the ghost cultivators."

"Is that so?"

"If you buy a ticket to illegally cross the border, you might be the one who dies. Don't think you've suffered a great loss. Sometimes a loss can be a blessing."

"Don't dwell on whether you're going to make money or not. The moon waxes and wanes, and no one enjoys all the luck."

"What great principles are you talking about? It's all bullshit."

Having said that, as news about the lower cabins gradually spread among the passengers.

Even if the news gradually becomes distorted as it spreads.

But death is real after all.

Although there is no body, the people on the boat disappeared for no reason. Isn't that death?
So the passengers' dissatisfaction was also calmed down.

They began to be glad that they did not choose to sneak across the border.

After the celebration, the discussion started again.

"Have you ever seen a ghost cultivator? What does a ghost cultivator look like? I've read mortal novels, and they often contain stories of unresolved human and ghost love."

"That's all nonsense from novelists. Ghosts and gods transformed from ordinary people are incomplete and have no rationality. Just don't kill mortals. Why would they talk about love?"

"Aren't ghost cultivators rational? They can communicate normally and talk about love. Why can't they?"

"Ghost cultivators are also ghosts, and ghosts hate the living. How can they get along well with ordinary people? Don't overthink it."

"I see. By the way, have you ever seen a ghost?"

"I have not seen."

"So how do you know so much? You must have made it all up."

"Do you understand reading? Do you understand reading? You are such an unlearned fellow."

“It’s not necessarily true that anyone who writes a book is not talking nonsense.”

"You and I are not of the same kind."

Fang Jun was also in a corner of the deck, talking to Chu Ning.

"By the way, Fellow Daoist Chu, I forgot to ask you yesterday if you have any clues about the Guixin Fruit."

"I'm willing to pay a high price for it." Fang Jun thought carefully, what if one day he was lucky enough to succeed in the sword optimization experiment at once?

Then you have to use the Zhenhai Pill.

With the three kinds of sword intent now in his body, any Guihai Pill is of no use.

So, it’s best to prepare in advance.

Even if there is a slight premium, it is better to be prepared.

Chu Ning shook his head: "Not yet, if there is one, I will tell my friends."

"The cargo on Dante 36 is limited, so please don't hold on to too much."

Fang Jun said with a bit of regret: "Is that so."

Chu Ning thought for a moment and said, "Actually, there should be one more."

Fang Jun's mind moved: "Are you talking about the one in He Yanghui's hand?"

Chu Ning said, "If you really need it, I can find a middleman to buy it and then pass it on to you."

Fang Jun refused, "Forget it, this is too much trouble. I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Chu Ning smiled and said, "It's not a big deal. It's just a matter of a word."

Fang Jun naturally wouldn't take Chu Ning's ease seriously. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Actually, please rest assured while we search the base warehouse this time."

"Nothing unexpected will happen."

Chu Ning smiled, naturally not taking Fang Jun's words to heart: "Thank you for your kind words, fellow Daoist."

……

Room 36, Suite A.

This is a spacious room of several hundred square meters and five meters high.

On this passenger ship carrying tens of thousands of passengers, such a luxurious room is undoubtedly a symbol of status.

The walls of the room are inlaid with thousands of spirit stones, arranged according to a special pattern, forming a powerful energy barrier.

Even in the realm barrier where magic power is unstable, the monks living here can practice normally.

"drop--!"

A drop of water fell quietly and landed on the young monk who was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room.

The young monk was dressed in luxurious clothes and had a calm expression.

He felt the touch of the water droplets, but he did not panic like the other monks. He just said calmly: "Youji, stop playing. You know I don't like to indulge in sadness."

"sieve--!"

An illusory figure emerged from the air. Although it was hazy, its beautiful face could still be vaguely seen.

"I'm sorry, sir. Youji only wanted to help you understand the meaning, not to make you sad."

The young master nodded slightly. "I understand. But perhaps the path of sorrow is not suitable for me. You don't have to try again. I will still go to the island as planned."

You Ji asked softly, "What about those stowaways? Are they still being killed?"

The young master shook his head: "No need. Although my uncle is taking care of me, I can't be so ignorant as to cause him too much trouble."

A trace of resentment appeared on Youji's face: "Master..."

The young master said calmly, "Be patient for now. When the storm has died down, I will arrange a feast for you. I will ensure that it is reasonable and there will be no future troubles."

You Ji's figure flickered slightly, and she whispered, "I'm not dissatisfied with you, sir. It's just that my killing instinct is hard to suppress. Besides, this is also to maintain my soul."

"On the contrary, I am grateful to you. If you hadn't saved me, I would have already passed away and would never have been able to become a ghost cultivator."

"In this life, I wish to repay your kindness with my whole life."

The young master said calmly, "I'm glad you have this intention. Remember, from now on, you can't cause trouble without my permission."

"Let everything return to calm."

You Ji responded respectfully, "Yes, sir."

(End of this chapter)