Cultivating Immortality: Starting from Ferrying Passengers

Chapter 36 Mutated Bone Catfish
"We're going to Qinghefang. One low-grade spirit stone per person. Line up here."

There were already four people on Tuoyuan's back, but Fang Jingxuan was still leading them up, which made Tuoyuan feel a little aggrieved.

There were many more people at the Hongyefang Wharf than usual. Fang Jingxuan asked these wandering cultivators to line up. Compared to before, his business was booming.

Hongyefang was suddenly unsealed a few days ago, so many independent cultivators began to think about leaving this place. In this way, Fang Jingxuan's business began to boom.

Originally one person a day, now it has become a three-shift system. Fang Jingxuan and the other two porters take turns to send more than 20 wandering cultivators to Qinghefang every day.

Not only those who went to Qinghefang, but more people went to Danding City, Ning family's territory, and Zhang family's territory.

These places are all prosperous places in Dandingmen. The blockade of Hongyefang has brought many negative impacts.

But according to Lao He, let these people go, they will come back in a few years. Don't think that other markets are vegetarians, maybe their methods are even more cruel than Hongye Market.

After eight monks were crammed onto Tuoyuan's back, Fang Jingxuan finally stopped trying to cram any more monks on, as no one could stand there if he tried to.

"Please squeeze in. At times like this, please be more tolerant. It's not easy to be outside. Please forgive me."

Fang Jingxuan called out, and seeing that there was indeed no room left, he had no choice but to jump onto Tuoyuan's back and command him to move forward.

Tuoyuan turned around and crawled towards Qinghe River. With silent splashes of water, Tuoyuan floated steadily on the surface of Qinghe River. Then his limbs slid and his speed began to increase.

"Hold on tight. Don't blame me if you get thrown off. We're going really fast."

The eight wandering cultivators on Tuoyuan's back all looked somewhat depressed. It was obvious that Hongyefang had left a bad impression on them.

These casual cultivators are basically at the second or third level of Qi Refining, and very few are at the middle level of Qi Refining.

Since most of those in the middle stage of Qi Refining have family background, this blockade is not a serious blow to them.

Only these low-level monks, who have no property and have no place to live, have begun to think about developing in other places.

One thousand eight hundred miles may seem far, but it is not close actually. It’s just that Tuyuan is familiar with the road. Although he is carrying eight people, he still rushes all the way and arrives at Qinghefang in the evening.

At this point, eight low-grade spirit stones were received, and Fang Jingxuan felt very happy. The depression of not being able to make money from smuggling gradually disappeared.

It’s better to be free. I don’t know how the group of split-mouthed catfish I raised before are doing now. I wonder if they have been wiped out.

It was too late and Fang Jingxuan didn't want to take any risks, so he spent a few broken spirit stones and found a lower room in Qinghefang to spend the night. He would go out to solicit customers at dawn the next day.

The only difference is that Hongyefang is very popular. Few people in Qinghefang are willing to go to Hongyefang.

After searching for more than half an hour, there was still no one. Fang Jingxuan felt discouraged and had to set out on his journey home alone.

Now, under the attack of the Chu family, there are fewer robber cultivators on the road. Those robber cultivators who broke through the Qi Refining Family at that time have also fled to other places and will not come here to take advantage of the situation in the short term.

However, it is still unknown what to do with the two attacked spiritual lands of the Qi-refining family. I heard that some collateral relatives want to inherit them, but there are many inside stories in this matter, and various forces are fighting. Fang Jingxuan has also heard many rumors.

Owning a sacred place or mountain is the first element in establishing a family of cultivators, and the value of a sacred place is ridiculously high.

It's just a first-grade, low-grade spiritual land. When it's auctioned, the starting price will be 20,000 to 30,000 low-grade spirit stones. If the spiritual land has some special features, the price may directly jump to 100,000.

That group of robber cultivators only stole some magic tools, spiritual materials, spiritual stones, and elixirs, but in fact, they couldn't take the most valuable things away.

Fang Jingxuan couldn't help but think with some malice in his heart, wondering if these Tribulation Cultivators were instructed by a certain Foundation Establishment family to let go and rob so as to free up the spiritual land.

There is nothing new in the world, Fang Jingxuan thought so, and came to the small waterfall.

My spirit fish, I wonder how many of the original 10,000 are left after two months. Fang Jingxuan took Tu Yuan forward to check, and the result surprised him.

I thought the whole army would be wiped out, but I didn't expect there were still about a hundred left.

Moreover, compared with the thumb-sized size before, these split-mouthed catfish are now about one foot long, which is already very large.

"Not bad, not bad. It looks like these catfish have been cannibalizing each other for several rounds. The largest one probably has more than ten of its own kind in its belly."

Fang Jingxuan stepped forward and took a closer look, examining each bony catfish one by one. Leaving aside the injured and small ones, there were still about ten that caught Fang Jingxuan's eye.

"Hey, how did this little guy survive until now?"

Fang Jingxuan glanced and found a very small bony catfish in the corner. Unlike other catfish of the same species, this one was only two inches in size. It was huddled in a crevice and looked very alert.

As if sensing Fang Jingxuan's gaze, the catfish turned around and disappeared.

"Good fellow, he's quite intelligent. He's able to survive among so many of his own kind and even break away from the catfish's habit of gathering in groups. That's quite interesting."

Fang Jingxuan became interested. Compared with other bony catfish, this one was more valuable.

The prerequisite for becoming a spiritual beast is to develop spiritual intelligence. Size is only one of the factors. Although the larger the size, the higher the chance of awakening, it cannot resist the extraordinary talent of the bone catfish.

And this bony catfish is obviously a mutant species.

"Xiao Yuan, catch it up."

Fang Jingxuan calmly gave the order to Tuoyuan, "You are just a bone catfish, but I will show you how powerful Tuoyuan, the great Qi Refining Master, is."

When Tuoyuan heard the order, he just gently slapped the water surface with his forelimbs. Suddenly, an invisible stream of water turned into a rope, entered the crack of the stone, locked the catfish and pulled it out.

After being pulled out, the catfish looked a little panicked. It struggled hard, but there was no way it could break free.

Fang Jingxuan chuckled, stretched out his finger and tapped the catfish, leaving a mark in its body.

"Okay, put it back. I've already marked this catfish, so it can't escape."

Fang Jingxuan was very optimistic about this bony catfish, but it was not time to finish it yet. It would take some time for the hundred bony catfish to devour each other several times.

"But God is kind and favors you, a mutant. Well, let me give you some disaster relief food."

Fang Jingxuan amused himself by taking out a small ball of spiritual rice soaked in jade dew and throwing it to the catfish.

The jade dew mixed with the spiritual rice was obviously not something the catfish could resist. It came up and gobbled it up frantically, finishing it all in a blink of an eye.

"Not bad, it's growing well. I'll come again, hehehe."

Fang Jingxuan laughed wickedly, then came to the gathering place of a large group of catfish and scattered a handful of spiritual rice.

Suddenly the water surface began to boil, and the catfishes began to fight for the food.

"Eat, eat, and grow up well."

Fang Jingxuan looked at the catfish in front of him, his face full of kindness, like an old farmer looking at a field about to harvest.

(End of this chapter)