Cultivating Immortality: Starting from Ferrying Passengers

Chapter 16 Broken Tortoise Shell
On the second day, Fang Jingxuan looked at the attribute panel and found that the progress had not moved at all.

Sure enough, without the nourishing assistance of the Moonlight Jade Dew, I would still be that mediocre person who has a hard time practicing.

After recognizing his position, Fang Jingxuan didn't care. The Moonlight Jade Dew was also created by his own innate magical power.

Although my qualifications are low, I have invincible supernatural powers and my future is promising!

After breakfast, Fang Jingxuan was a little confused. What did he want to do yesterday?

Oh, practice magic.

However, when he thought about preparing the materials, Fang Jingxuan thought about it seriously, and then solemnly announced that he had given up!

It costs spirit stones, time, and energy, and the future prospects are bleak. There is no reason to force it.

After overturning yesterday's decision with peace of mind, Fang Jingxuan began to think about what to do next.

Thinking of the most frequently mentioned keywords yesterday, Fang Jingxuan's eyes lit up.

Yes, I can try making talismans. Talismans are so expensive. If I can really make them myself, won’t I earn a lot of spirit stones?

However, making talismans is a noble skill that can be ranked among the top ten among all the arts. Do I have the talent for it?

Never mind, it doesn’t hurt to give it a try. At most, I’ll lose some materials and time. Anyway, the next neighborhood mutual aid meeting will be held soon.

The next day, Fang Jingxuan, who was sitting cross-legged on Tuoyuan, came to the same courtyard again leisurely.

But this time, Tuyuan only carried a bag of spiritual rice.

When Fang Jingxuan entered, many cultivators' eyes lit up. Nowadays, there are only a few households in the streets of Konoha that can produce spiritual rice stably.

Fang Jingxuan's offer was fair, and he was the best trading partner in the eyes of many cultivators.

"Senior He, how have you been these past few days?"

Fang Jingxuan jumped off Tuoyuan and started chatting with Lao He, the owner of this place.

Old He has a hunched body and looks very ordinary, but Fang Jingxuan knows that Old He is no ordinary person and no one here dares to confront him.

"Ahem, let's just leave it that way. As long as the market is closed, life will be difficult."

Fang Jingxuan also wanted to know in his heart, when will Hongyefang be closed?
He originally wanted to find Wei Tong to inquire about the news, but was told that Wei Tong was not in the market. Now his only powerful connection was cut off.

"Then, Senior He, do you know how long this blockade will last? It's already been half a month, how can the spies in the market still hide?"

"If only I knew. Just stay put. Your voice and mine are insignificant. Don't bother yourself with trouble."

After a brief chat, Fang Jingxuan felt even more depressed. Even casual cultivators should have the right to know.

Oh, this is the world of cultivation, the strong are respected, then it’s okay.

When they arrived at an open space, Fang Jingxuan asked Tuoyuan to lie behind him as a deterrent background, and then someone immediately came forward to trade.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, I'd like to exchange it for a few kilograms of spiritual rice. What do you think of this?"

The middle-aged male cultivator in front of him was not young, but his cultivation level was only the third level of Qi Refining. Now he took out his precious collection, just wanting to exchange it for a few kilograms of spiritual rice.

"My fellow Daoist, it's not that I don't want to take it, but this metal spirit ore is of no use nowadays."

"Fellow Daoist Fang, you can save it up and use it to make magical instruments for yourself. I have been saving it for a long time and still haven't accumulated enough, but you can definitely do it."

Fang Jingxuan looked at the cultivator in front of him and felt a little reluctant. It was as if he saw an idealist who had saved money for half his life and dreamed of owning his own property.

However, due to a sudden storm, this person's dream will be postponed for many years.

"Forget it, five kilograms of spiritual rice. How about I pick a few pieces that I'm interested in?"

In the end, Fang Jingxuan only picked a few pieces of first-grade low-quality spiritual materials, which was considered a small profit.

Seeing the man's expression of joy and reluctance, Fang Jingxuan turned his head away, not wanting to look anymore. "Hey, Brother Fang, I'm here, I have something good."

At this time, a thin figure squeezed in. Hou San came to Fang Jingxuan holding a broken shell.

"So it's Brother Hou, what good stuff do you have this time?"

Hou San ignored the other people's contempt and raised the thing in his hand as if he was presenting a treasure.

"Brother Fang, ever since I exchanged the spiritual rice last time, I have been wondering what you are missing.

Oh, no, there is something I can do to help you. I thought about it and remembered that I picked up a piece of turtle shell by a big lake before. I think it should be suitable for your mighty companion beast.

So I found it and have been waiting for you."

When Fang Jingxuan heard Hou San say this, he also became interested. Turtle shell?

"As the saying goes, you are what you eat. If you grind this tortoise shell into powder and eat it, it might help purify your bloodline."

"Of course, Hou San, I didn't realize you knew how to purify spirit beast bloodlines!"

Hou San smiled complacently and said:
“I also heard from others that if a lower-level spirit beast consumes the flesh and blood of a higher-level spirit beast, it will be of great benefit.

Although this tortoise shell isn't as useful as flesh and blood, it should still be of some use."

It has to be said that Fang Jingxuan agreed with Hou San's words in his heart, but it is hard to say whether this tortoise shell is useful or not.

"Then tell me, where did you get this tortoise shell? Don't try to fool me with just a tortoise shell."

Fang Jingxuan signaled Hou San to say a few more words, and Hou San did not hesitate and said directly:
"That was three years ago. The area west of Lianshuimen has always been home to many lakes and a well-developed water system.

That day I was traveling by a big lake and heard the sound of fighting from quite a distance. Although I didn't dare to go closer to see, I could tell that one side was made up of cultivators and the other side was made up of monsters.

After a long time, when the wind and waves had calmed down, I went to take a look and found this broken piece of tortoise shell. Unfortunately, it was only this little bit and could not be made into a magic weapon."

After hearing what Hou San said, Fang Jingxuan immediately looked up to this man. Lian Shuimen was at the westernmost part of Baishan, and Hou San was able to travel so far, which showed his ability.

Baishan is very large, with the Five Elements Alliance as the leader, and the Danding Sect only dominates a corner of it.

Regardless of whether Hou San's words were true or not, the story was still acceptable, so Fang Jingxuan reached out to take the broken tortoise shell and looked at it.

This is a broken corner of a tortoise shell, about the size of a head, with some broken lines on it, somewhat similar to the lines on the talisman.

However, the spiritual energy above has almost dissipated, and it is impossible to tell what grade of monster it is.

This piece of tortoise shell weighed about ten pounds, which was not light. Fang Jingxuan weighed it, then turned around and placed it in front of Tuoyuan's nose.

Tuoyuan sniffed carefully, his eyes gradually brightened, and Fang Jingxuan immediately understood.

"I want this broken tortoise shell. Third brother Hou, how much spiritual rice do you want this time?"

Hou San's face lit up with joy, and he spoke expectantly:

"Ten kilograms of spiritual rice, please?"

Fang Jingxuan laughed and poured out half a bag of spiritual rice, about twenty-five or twenty-six pounds.

"I really like this piece of tortoise shell. It's rare that you think of me. I can't let you suffer any loss. This is what you deserve. Next time you find something good, come to me!"

Hou San held the cloth bag tightly, bowed deeply to Fang Jingxuan, and then quickly left the courtyard.

Fang Jingxuan put the broken tortoise shell into his storage bag, looked at everyone, and then said with full energy:

"Next!"

(End of this chapter)