Cultivating Immortality: Starting from Ferrying Passengers

Chapter 51: Raising Money for a House
With two catfish, Fang Jingxuan easily entered the market. Although he didn't have much face now, he was familiar to the crowd.

The main reason is that Tuoyuan is too recognizable, and there are not many such majestic turtles in the market.

It’s just that Wei Tong has not been on duty. It’s obvious that his internal injuries have not yet fully healed.

Returning to his own courtyard, Fang Jingxuan looked around the courtyard where he had lived for more than half a year, and felt it looked awkward no matter how he looked at it.

Sure enough, once people have their own thoughts, they will dislike old friends more and more.

Fang Jingxuan asked Tu Yuan to teach the big catfish a lesson and tell it some rules here.

He took the six cubs with him and walked into the quiet room.

I found a basin, filled it with water, and put the six cubs in it.

"I'll just bear with you for a few days. Once I buy a house, I'll immediately build a pool for you."

Fang Jingxuan started by making big promises, and Liuzi nodded sensibly. He had to nod, as he was living under someone else's roof.

After settling the six cubs, Fang Jingxuan took out the Tongcan Treasure Tree from the storage bag and placed it at the door to let it bask in the sun.

Seeing that Tongcan Baoshu was fine, Fang Jingxuan began to draw talismans. He only had one or two silent notes on him now, and his reserve was completely gone.

After a whole morning, Fang Jingxuan only drew two talismans. It was not that he did not want to draw more, but his spiritual consciousness could not bear the loss.

In this case, trying other talismans also becomes impractical, unless Fang Jingxuan is willing to give up drawing the silent note and divide his precious spiritual consciousness into other primary talismans.

Rubbing his brows, Fang Jingxuan thought that compared with the silent note, the other talismans of the same grade were even harder to sell.

For example, cleaning talismans and guiding talismans have a smaller market demand.

The three types of talismans, namely the evil-repelling talisman, the arrow-avoiding talisman, and the light body talisman, require twenty-four types of talisman configurations. Drawing them requires the ability to make talismans at the middle level of the first order, which he still lacks.

As for the higher-level demon-repelling talismans, self-defense talismans, and flame talismans, they require thirty-six talisman configurations, which ordinary talisman makers cannot make. Fang Jingxuan doesn't want to think about these at the moment.

It’s better to just make silent notes honestly. At least you can make money. And when your proficiency improves, the silent notes you make will be of high quality. Even if they don’t pass Wu Laosan’s test, you won’t have to worry about selling them.

Fang Jingxuan was thinking about these things. At the moment, he felt that the most important thing for him was to save money to buy a house of his own to accommodate Liuzi and the big catfish.

And he also has his own beloved fellow Cang Hanbai.

Fang Jingxuan wanted to protect the new house with a better formation and build a big pond. This way, Tuoyuan and Liuzi could live more comfortably.

It's just a property in the market town, the asking price is not low, although it has dropped a lot due to the lockdown. The only thing that can meet my requirements is definitely a big house, and that price...
Thinking of this, Fang Jingxuan couldn't help but sigh. He was still poor. He briefly owned more than a thousand low-grade spirit stones, but that was the peak he had in these years.

If not, just wait a little longer. With Silent Note as a stable way to make money, you can save up slowly and you will get it eventually.

"Shopkeeper, this is made of jasper, and it's a gift from my fellow cultivators. The price of one hundred and twenty low-grade spirit stones is too low. Please at least increase the price a bit."

In a shop in the market town, Fang Jingxuan looked at the old man opposite him, playing with his original fellow practitioner's item, the [Jadeite and Cypress].

My master had bought this piece for 150 low-grade spirit stones back in the day. I never imagined that after seven or eight years, its value would have plummeted instead of increased. "The jade is good, but the cypress shape affects its value. If it weren't for the material, I wouldn't have given you so much. If that's not possible, fellow Daoist, please ask for the price elsewhere."

The price elsewhere is not as high as yours. I only came here after asking.

Fang Jingxuan thought to himself, forget it, whatever I can get back is good enough. Tongsan is not a magic weapon, so if I can sell it at an 80% discount, it's already good enough.

"Well, then, let's go with this price, boss. Give me the spirit stones."

"Okay, let's go register here. The market has regulations that transactions involving the same magical instruments must be recorded to prevent them from being stolen and laundered by robbers."

Fang Jingxuan couldn't help but curl his lips when he heard this. This rule was useless and was just a means of shirking responsibility. It actually caused trouble for these cultivators who were doing normal transactions, while none of the real robbers could be caught.

In desperation, Fang Jingxuan left his name on the list and finally got the spirit stone.

Afterwards, he sold all the supplies he had exchanged for spiritual rice during the blockade, and got back more than forty low-grade spiritual stones.

After finishing all these, Fang Jingxuan returned home and counted the number of spirit stones he currently had.

There were less than a hundred spirit stones left in the box before, plus the proceeds from the sale of silent notes, the money from selling fellow practitioners, and the money from selling miscellaneous items, all together there were more than three hundred and sixty low-grade spirit stones.

This amount of money is enough for the down payment of a property in the city.

Thinking of this, Fang Jingxuan gritted his teeth, took Tu Yuan with him, and went out to find Lao He.

"Mr. He, how are you? Your courtyard is truly unique in Konoha."

In Lao He's courtyard, Fang Jingxuan was drinking tea with Lao He. Looking at the spacious courtyard, he couldn't help but sigh.

"My son bought it back then. He had just entered the alchemy world at that time and was full of ambition. He hadn't started a family yet, so he saved up some money and wanted to give it to me as a filial gift. He spent a whole high-grade spirit stone on it."

Hearing what Lao He said, Fang Jingxuan couldn't help but be shocked. A top-grade spirit stone?
That’s ten thousand low-grade spirit stones, so generous!
"Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. After I got married, married a Taoist partner, and had children, I was always short of money.
I originally wanted to sell this property and move to a smaller one. Why should I, an old man, live in such a big house? But he refused to agree, saying that this was a tribute to me and also a face for our family.

I don't want outsiders to say that my son has gone to Danding Sect, but I have to sell off my property. If this gets out, how will people look at me? So let's do it this way for now. When I die, the property will still be his."

Lao He and Fang Jingxuan have a very good relationship, and he is willing to let Fang Jingxuan know these things.

"Brother He, why haven't you come back to see you in recent years?"

"He used to come back often, but later he and his Taoist partner had a falling out over this. She came from a wealthy family and didn't want to come to this small place. I saw that, so I stopped him from coming back to avoid constant arguments."

Listening to Lao He's words, Fang Jingxuan had already imagined in his mind the bloody drama of an elite from a small place being valued by a wealthy family and being invited to be a son-in-law, and his wife's family having to do everything they can to cut ties with his husband's family.

Lao He, a cultivator at the second level of Qi Refining, is not a big shot in Hongyefang, let alone in a place like Dandingmen.

Alas, every family has its own problems. Fang Jingxuan sighed a few times and suddenly remembered that he came to ask about the house, so why did he end up listening to gossip?

So Fang Jingxuan brought the topic back and asked:
"Mr. He, what's going on with the property price reduction you mentioned last time?"

(End of this chapter)