Cultivating Immortality: Starting from Ferrying Passengers

Chapter 73 A Plan Comes to Mind
"I'll bet big too!"

Fang Jingxuan squeezed in, then took out a few spirit stones and pressed forward, but he lost as soon as the cup was opened.

"My luck is terrible. Come again."

After four or five rounds of betting, Fang Jingxuan ended up losing seven or eight low-grade spirit stones.

"Forget it, I don't want to play anymore. I'm unlucky today. When are we going to have dinner?"

After these few bets on size, Fang Jingxuan became more familiar with this group of cultivators, and the subtle hostility they had just felt was gone.

By the way, shouldn't you be trying to curry favor with the quartermaster? Why are you coming after me?

Fang Jingxuan suppressed his depression. After all, he was an officer. A quartermaster was not an official, and you guys were a bunch of parasite cultivators.

There is a kind of insect on rotten wood that feeds on it. This insect has no ambition and is called a woodworm.

Like this kind of insect, there are cultivators called termite cultivators, which are the worst among the casual cultivators. They indulge in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, and do everything else. They do not pursue improvement in their cultivation, but are only willing to live well in the present and live one day at a time.

Fang Jingxuan looked around and found that most of the cultivators in the barracks were termite cultivators. Only the few cultivators who were sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed had some ambition.

"Waiting for the servants to bring it to you, why are you hungry now?"

The favor of the Wu Xiu comes quickly. As long as he finds out that you are of the same kind, everything will be easy.

Fang Jingxuan expressed that he was willing to go with the flow and was not the kind of rigid and serious person, so some people were willing to get close to Fang Jingxuan.

"What's your name, fellow Daoist? I'm Fang Jingxuan. I used to run a long-distance ferry. Have you ever been on one?"

"Oh, but that kid with the turtle who walked from the dock, from Hongyefang to Qinghefang? I thought he looked familiar. I didn't expect you to become an official after not seeing you for a few months."

"Hey, I thought it was a good job, but I didn't expect to be forced to fight. Now that I think about it, I might as well be free now."

Fang Jingxuan took the opportunity to complain and get closer to everyone. His words and deeds revealed that he was also forced.

Since they had the same stance, they were naturally close. In just a few minutes, Fang Jingxuan became familiar with everyone.

Through chatting, Fang Jingxuan found out that this was Camp Bing, one of the least popular barracks.

The people in the Bing Camp are basically poor and independent cultivators who were recruited here, cultivators who had committed crimes before and now want to make meritorious deeds to atone for their sins, and speculators who want to make money from the war.

With such a composition, Fang Jingxuan had no doubt that these were cannon fodder. In comparison, the B Camp was composed of the vassal families of the Chu family, while the A Camp was composed of the Chu family's own descendants with the surname Chu.

There are thirty people in this barracks, but not all of them have arrived yet.

There are fifteen Bing-type camps, and Fang Jingxuan's is the eighth camp, abbreviated as Bing Eight Camp.

There is currently no leader in charge, and it is not known whether it will be someone sent by the Chu family or if they will choose one themselves.

In short, everything was just beginning, it was all chaotic and disorganized, very much like a makeshift troupe.

I'm related, right? Why was I sent to this place? It's not right.

Fang Jingxuan was a little puzzled, but since things had come to this, he decided to eat first.

In the evening, someone brought food to the door. There were two large jars, one filled with spiritual rice and the other filled with vegetables, very little meat.

The same food had different reactions from people, some cheered, some were disgusted.

"I'm going to risk my life to eat this shit. I want to eat meat!"

Fang Jingxuan looked over and found that it was a sturdy cultivator with a big physique, who seemed to be practicing body training.

No wonder he wanted to eat meat. Physical cultivators consumed a lot of energy, so meat was the best way to nourish the body. The blood and energy in the flesh of monsters were surging, making them the most suitable for nourishing the body. Fang Jingxuan, also a physical cultivator with a large appetite, immediately understood this cultivator. He stepped forward to take a look at the food that had been delivered and curled his lips.

It's edible, but not tasty. For those monks who can't eat spiritual rice freely on a daily basis, this is a good meal.

But for Fang Jingxuan, a cultivator who supplemented himself with the flesh and blood of monsters every day, he could only swallow it with difficulty.

Fang Jingxuan looked at the others and found that several cultivators were also frowning. These people had one thing in common, that is, their cultivation was not low, and most of them were around the fifth level of Qi Refining.

These people should be the core combat force of the Bingba Battalion. If we encounter danger in the future, we will have to rely on them to take the lead.

Thinking of this, Fang Jingxuan echoed loudly:

"This fellow Daoist is right. We all work hard for the Chu family. What's the point of eating these meals? As your quartermaster, I need to fight for corresponding treatment for everyone. Come on, come with me and ask for meat."

After Fang Jingxuan's encouragement, the monks who originally wanted to serve their rice also stopped.

This new quartermaster looks pretty good. If he can really get some meat, why would he just eat vegetable leaves?

Then, everyone started to make noises. Fang Jingxuan saw that the atmosphere was getting heated and shouted from a high place:
"You, you, you, and you, come with me, let's go get some meat to nourish everyone."

Fang Jingxuan picked four people with the highest cultivation level, including the burly man at the fifth level of Qi Refining who spoke first, a dark-faced cultivator with ordinary features and a calm temperament, an elderly man who was about fifty or sixty years old, and a thin young man with an indifferent expression who seemed not to be easily messed with.

When they heard Fang Jingxuan calling their names, they hesitated for a moment before standing up.

With the help of these four cultivators at the fifth or sixth level of Qi Refining, Fang Jingxuan suddenly felt much more confident.

You bastard sent me to this place, and if I don't make a fuss, you really don't take it seriously.

With this thought in mind, Fang Jingxuan led four people out of the big tent barracks.

After they left the house, they could still faintly hear cheers coming from the big tent.

At this time, there were not many people in the camp. Most of the monks were having meals, and only patrolling monks were walking around.

Ordinary cultivators are not allowed to go out without reason, but the rules are rigid. Fang Jingxuan has a smart mind and is very brave.

At this time, Fang Jingxuan ordered the four people behind him to pretend to be patrolling monks, line up in a row, and walk out in a swagger.

In order to make it look more realistic, Fang Jingxuan took out a compass-like object and used it to probe back and forth.

After a safe journey, Fang Jingxuan arrived at the kitchen, where more than a dozen cooks were busy.

Fang Jingxuan would never really go to his immediate superior to cause trouble. He could tell with his butt that this would definitely not end well.

It’s good enough that you’re not being killed as a warning to others, but you still want to eat meat?

It is impossible to start this incident unless they all make trouble together. However, the original acquaintances of the 15th Battalion of Bing were also relocated, and without secret collusion, there would be no trouble.

Therefore, Fang Jingxuan’s target was very clear, which was the kitchen.

"Who is the one in charge? I have something important to say."

Fang Jingxuan took the initiative and called out the manager of this kitchen.

After the other party came out, Fang Jingxuan pulled him to a secluded place and whispered:

"I'm the quartermaster of the Bing Battalion. Those damned bastards are clamoring for meat. I can't do anything about it, brother. I can't suppress it anymore, so I just ask you for help, lest it gets to the higher-ups and make me look incompetent.

Don't worry, I won't let you do this in vain. Whether you need spiritual stones or any help in the future, I will take care of it. What do you think?"

(End of this chapter)