Cultivating Immortality: Starting from Ferrying Passengers

Chapter 41 Shop Opening

This was the first time that Fang Jingxuan could calmly watch others fighting. He had encountered this before, where people would fight outside the market over a disagreement.

But at that time he didn't dare to look any longer, for fear that someone might get hurt. So, faced with such sudden conflicts, he always stayed away.

Now, it is very rare to see two cultivators in the middle stage of Qi Refining fighting each other to the death for people to watch.

First, the monks in Hongye Market began to bless themselves in various ways.

The man slapped his storage bag, and a shield-shaped magic weapon flew out flexibly, flying around him up and down.

Then came all kinds of talismans, such as the lightening talisman, the protective talisman, and the luxurious golden bell talisman, all of which were slapped on himself.

This made Fang Jingxuan envious. The Golden Bell Talisman cost thirty low-grade spirit stones and could only be made by a first-class high-grade talisman maker. It was very expensive.

This was not the end. The man took out a few bottles of pills and put them into his mouth.

Fang Jingxuan guessed that these were probably something that temporarily increased Qi and blood, increased reaction ability, increased total mana, and so on.

After finishing the pill, the man took out another offensive weapon, a willow-leaf-shaped weapon, and began to test it carefully.

The other party also follows a similar process.

After a moment, Fang Jingxuan looked at Lao He and found that he was watching with great interest, while the two people above were in a state of mutual consumption.

It's the kind where I throw a few talismans, you dodge them, and if you can't dodge, you take them, and then you dodge and take them again. It's very boring.

"No way, Mr. He, you can even watch such a boring fight?"

"What's so hard to bear? What do you think a fight is like? The moment I unleash my magical weapon, the other person falls to the ground?

This kind of effect can only be achieved by building the foundation and refining Qi, but if the cultivation level is the same, isn't it just a competition of wealth?

Their lives are at stake, so how could they let you succeed so easily? Do you think this is a joke?"

Old He shook his head and when he saw something exciting, he would cheer with everyone.

But Fang Jingxuan always felt that this wasn't the way to fight. Two turtle shells pulling each other back and forth, what was so interesting about that?

The battle of magic should be like what happened to Chu Yunshen on that day. The magic sword was cast and life and death were decided on the spot.

Even if you are not as sharp as a swordsman, at least you have your innate magical power?

You have to experience that kind of scene with clones all over the sky, raging flames, flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water.

No wonder there are only two games a day. I thought there was some deeper reason.

I didn't expect it was just a waste of time. It took at least half an hour to wait for the outcome of this match to be decided.

Then we have another game, and by the time it’s over, it’ll be dark.

Fang Jingxuan looked at the two people on the ring helplessly. The thick protective shields on their bodies showed no signs of breaking yet.

This battle has been going on for half a quarter of an hour and is obviously still in the warm-up stage.

I shouldn't have had any hope, Fang Jingxuan sighed and faced the reality.

In the final battle, the monks from Qinghefang were defeated due to their lack of magical powers.

Then the next game was another long tug-of-war situation.

After watching the two battles, Fang Jingxuan discovered that each of these cultivators was a turtle shell.

They don't think about how to defeat their opponents, but first think about how to strengthen their own defense to the extreme.

It seems that Chu Yunshen is really powerful because he only attacks and does not defend.

On the way back, Fang Jingxuan took a few monks who were going back to Hongyefang. They excitedly talked about today's battle along the way, and it seemed that they had gained a lot.

Seeing this, Fang Jingxuan began to try to accept all of this. Maybe I was wrong. The turtle shell life-saving style is the real mainstream.

That night, Fang Jingxuan, having earned some money for the trip, took Lao He with him to the market to do some shopping. They could just buy tables, chairs, and benches from the monks in the shantytowns. They also needed to buy three different qualities of spirit wine, sorted by grade. They would then use a large pot to stew the flesh of demon beasts. The bubbling liquid would be incredibly fragrant.

After working for most of the day, Fang Jingxuan finally finished everything before curfew. Then he looked at the pile of things in the yard and felt very motivated.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I can get several hundred low-grade spirit stones from him. While others are fighting, I am selling food. It is very promising.

The next morning, Fang Jingxuan sat cross-legged on Tuoyuan's back, with a pile of odds and ends behind him.

These things were tied up with ropes and piled high. They looked shaky and very fragile.

"Hurry up, Lao He, we need to hurry and grab a good spot, don't dawdle."

Faced with Fang Jingxuan's urging, Lao He was speechless. Do you have such a strong desire to make money?
"Please be considerate of me, an old man. I'm almost eighty years old. I was busy all night last night and didn't get a good rest. How can I compare to a young person like you?"

Old He bent his waist. He had long since stopped meditating to practice cultivation. His cultivation level could not be improved. If he just meditated blindly, he was afraid of going astray.

Therefore, Lao He returned to the traditional method of resting the mind, which is sleep. He did not sleep well last night.

"Think about your son, think about your grandchildren, think about it."

"Okay, stop talking, stop talking, it's a sin."

With Fang Jingxuan's encouragement, Lao He's hands and feet became much more nimble. As soon as he climbed onto Tuoyuan's back, Fang Jingxuan couldn't wait to let Tuoyuan set off.

This weight was nothing to Tuyuan. It took steady steps and crawled quickly towards Qinghe River.

"Hey, fellow Taoist, give me a ride."

"There's no room left. Please wait for the next one. Sorry."

Watching Tuoyuan go into the water and travel far away, many monks on the shore stamped their feet and looked enviously at the monks hanging on Tuoyuan's back.

The monks who grabbed the seats did not care about the harsh conditions. These days, as long as they had a pack animal to ride on, what else was there to be picky about?
Today, the sky is just getting light, and the river is shrouded in mist, which makes the scenery very beautiful.

Fang Jingxuan occupied the best position, Lao He squeezed beside him, and there were six monks crammed behind him.

"My fellow Taoists, you haven't eaten yet, right? When our shop opens, please come and support us. We'll give you a 10% discount."

Fang Jingxuan promoted it first, so he who is close to the water gets the moon first.

To watch a fight, one must choose a good spot. If it weren't for the danger in the wilderness at night, these monks would have wanted to stay where they were.

The competition will not start until the afternoon because they have to wait for the monks from a thousand miles around to give them time to travel.

When the Chu family competes with the He family, the more people there are to witness it, the better. The more people there are, the more famous the two families will become.

When he arrived at the scene, Fang Jingxuan happily collected the toll and started to work.

First, they cut down a few trees nearby to build a shed, then placed tables, chairs and benches underneath, put a large iron pot on the top, and put several large pieces of monster flesh and blood in it, cooking it over a low fire.

Here, jars of spirit wine were neatly arranged, and on a wooden board, there was a note written:

"Fang's Shop, today's dishes:

One serving of stewed meat with large bones and five low-grade spirit stones.

One serving of secret fried rice and one low-grade spirit stone.

A portion of delicious spiritual wine and a low-grade spiritual stone.

A discounted package includes"

Such a novel opening seemed strange to the monks from the remote mountain villages.

They had never even been to the market town, so they were naturally interested in a shop like Fang Jingxuan's. Since they had nothing to do now, many people gathered around.

Thanks to fellow Taoist 'Reader 2011' for the reward. I am very touched and thank you for your support.

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