Cultivating Immortality: Starting from Ferrying Passengers

Chapter 83 Big Harvest
"Finally home!"

Fang Jingxuan pushed open the gate and went to see his fellow practitioner Baoshu immediately.

When he went out to fight, he could not always carry his [Wanshou Hanbai] with him, so Fang Jingxuan placed it in this small courtyard so that it could get some sun every day.

After just ten days, there was no change in the Tongcan Treasure Tree. It was still as lush and green as before and growing well.

In addition to this precious tree, Fang Jingxuan also went to check on the two bony catfishes. Xiaoliu had not changed much and still looked as clever as before, but the big bony catfish, named Man Gu, had grown a lot bigger.

When Fang Jingxuan left, he added several spirit stones to the protective formation in the yard, enough for three months of use.

Now it seems that this war will end quickly, in less than half a month. It can be regarded as a local conflict at most.

Fang Jingxuan asked Tuyuan to have a good rest. It was exhausted these past few days. When fighting against the demon cultivator, Tuyuan's ability to control water also played a significant role.

At the critical moment, he led Fang Jingxuan to dodge back and forth. The huge spirit turtle was actually more agile than a rabbit, which really made many cultivators dumbfounded.

Fang Jingxuan recalled the scene at that time and felt a little scared. If it weren't for Han Feiyu, he would have been in trouble.

The demon cultivator in the late stage of Qi training seemed to have gone stupid and didn't know how to run away. He just wanted to kill people and went crazy when he saw blood. But it must be said that the combat power of this demon cultivator was extremely high.

A dozen or so cultivators in the middle stage of Qi Refining surrounded him but were unable to do anything. In the end, Han Feiyu turned the tide and killed the other party.

After this battle, Fang Jingxuan discovered that it was a wise move for him to always follow Han Feiyu.

This cultivator is quite well hidden. He appears to be at the sixth level of Qi Refining, but his methods and cultivation level should actually be at the late stage of Qi Refining.

Recalling Han Feiyu's expression at that time, he was always calm, as if everything was under his control. This mentality is really admirable.

Fang Jingxuan suddenly chuckled a few times. It felt good to cling to someone powerful. Unfortunately, after this battle, Han Feiyu also said goodbye and left. He didn't know when he would meet him again.

Thinking of Han Feiyu, Fang Jingxuan touched his storage bag. He had a lot of good things in it.

Fang Jingxuan returned to the quiet room and first poured himself a glass of jade dew water, savoring it slowly.

After he calmed down, he poured out all the harvest from the storage bag.

With a clattering sound, a lot of things appeared on the original table, some of which were shining with spiritual light. There were as many as three magical instruments.

Fang Jingxuan grinned. Killing people and setting fires gave him a gold belt. Fighting was a life-threatening job, naturally with high risks and high returns. What he got now was what he deserved.

First of all, there were the three magic weapons. One of them was snatched away by Fang Jingxuan after he led his team into the Lin family's spiritual land and killed the other party's Qi-refining cultivator.

Of the remaining two items, one was obtained from the storage bag dropped after killing the demon cultivator.

The other one was a reward issued by the Chu family to commend the team led by Fang Jingxuan for killing the demon cultivator.

In other words, Fang Jingxuan killed two birds with one stone and gained benefits twice in the matter of demon cultivation.

As the battalion commander, he received the highest reward from the Chu family except for Han Feiyu.

Fang Jingxuan picked out these three magic weapons and put them aside. These three magic weapons were worth at least two thousand low-grade spirit stones.

The magical instruments from the Qi-refining cultivators of the Lin family were the least valuable, worth only four hundred. The magical instruments in the storage bags of the demon cultivators were average, worth over six hundred. Only the magical instruments issued by the Chu family were of good quality and presentable, worth around one thousand. Fang Jingxuan did not intend to keep these three magical instruments for the simple reason that they were not suitable for him.

Now that he has the [Ancient Bronze Bell], he has no shortage of magical instruments to use. Although it would be better to have more magical instruments, Fang Jingxuan wants to exchange them for spirit stones to use for other important things.

In addition to these three magical instruments, Fang Jingxuan also obtained four other items.

Different from magic tools, some Qi-refining monks may not have them, but as for the objects of the same practice, as long as one is a monk, basically one has to buy a corresponding one, otherwise he will not be able to practice.

Compared with magic tools, Tongshen items are much cheaper, but these four Tongshen items can be sold for at least one thousand one hundred or two hundred low-grade spirit stones.

In addition, there were also confiscated elixirs, talismans, spiritual materials, and spiritual objects, a large number of which were included.

Looking at the items on the table, Fang Jingxuan lay comfortably in the rocking chair behind him. He went out to fight a war, and when he came back, he had everything.

Just thinking about being forced to go to the battlefield this time, Fang Jingxuan's eyes became a little more gloomy. This time he was lucky enough to hold on to a big boss and returned with a full load, but what about next time?
If there were no cultivator like Han Feiyu following him, wouldn't he be in big trouble if he met that demon cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining again?
Thinking of this, Fang Jingxuan let out a long breath. When it comes to cultivation, the most important thing is to have clear thoughts. Now that he has the spirit stone, whoever wants to do what the damn Ku Ding wants can do it. I won't serve him anymore!

"For this magical weapon, I can only give you 600 low-grade spirit stones. Fellow Daoist, can you accept it?"

In Hongyefang, a magic tool shop, Fang Jingxuan was bargaining with a master chef.

"This is obviously worth more than nine hundred. Your price is too low. Give me a little more."

"Hey, to be honest, there are too many magical instruments available right now, and the price won't go up anytime soon. Why don't you go look somewhere else?"

"Eight hundred, I'll sell it to you for eight hundred, Master Chef, could you at least add a little more?"

"I really can't raise the price. If I accept it at this price, how can I sell it? We also need to make money. I'm sorry, fellow Taoist, you should keep it."

In the end, Fang Jingxuan took back the magic weapon, put it into the storage bag, and left the place in disappointment.

After walking out of the door, he looked at Tuo Yuan who was waiting there, feeling a little helpless.

Looking around, many cultivators were also selling magical weapons. These people were the ones who had returned from the war with the Chu family.

If there is too much supply of something at once, it naturally cannot be sold at a high price. The magical weapon that was once high-end is now almost owned by everyone.

I won’t sell it for now. Anyway, I have enough spirit stones in my hands. Fang Jingxuan has obtained at least three or four hundred low-grade spirit stones directly seized from the battlefield.

Together with Wang Xinyu's previous dividends, it was enough to redeem the magic weapon left by his master.

Moreover, the magic weapons are losing value now, and maybe the price I mortgaged them for has dropped a lot now.

However, this momentum will not last for half a year. Once this storm is over, the price of this magic weapon will return to normal.

Thinking of this, Fang Jingxuan gestured to Tu Yuan to walk towards the store he remembered.

A year later, I finally had the ability to redeem what I had mortgaged.

(End of this chapter)