Fangxian Heretical Path

Chapter 11 The Story of Old Master Lü Selling His Blood

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Fang Shu and the others then realized that although Old Daoist Lü hadn't sold them to a brothel, things weren't much better for him.

In front of a bright and clean medicine shop, people and ghosts came and went.

Before the guests went in, they were all rosy-cheeked and in good health; but when they came out, they were all pale, unsteady on their feet, and some even had shivering.

"Paying blood, paying blood! Honest and fair, not a penny less!"

"Special offer today: The first ten people to sell their blood will receive a free deer blood health pill to replenish fluids and restore blood. Sell now while supplies last!"

"The first 30 customers who purchase blood-activating and blood-replenishing drugs at our pharmacy will enjoy a 20% discount."

There were smiling servants at the entrance, enthusiastically calling out to customers, though the content of their calls was somewhat strange.

A servant noticed Fang Shu and his companions and immediately approached them, saying, "Fellow Daoists, are you new here? Our Blood Collection Hall is the top-tier blood collection hall in Guling Town."

The servant introduced them familiarly:
"For fellow cultivators who are seeking immortality for the first time, our Blood Returning Hall offers even more discounts. We directly increase the price by 10%, and we don't care about age or weight. We treat everyone as good blood!"

If you sell this batch and then come back within six months, I can give you an extra 10% off!
If you come every month without fail, and accumulate six visits, you'll receive an extra 20% interest as a surprise reward!

The other party recounted his story of selling blood for money, leaving Fang Shu and the others stunned.

Old Daoist Lü was indeed more familiar with the market than Fang Shu and the others. He rubbed his hands together, not feeling uneasy at all, but instead smiling broadly:
"Seize this opportunity! This is a special offer from the market to us newcomers. In the mortal world, with all this blood on our bodies, there's nowhere to buy us."

The servant boy from Huixuetang smiled and expressed his complete agreement with what Master Lü said.

Old Master Lü bowed to the servant, then pulled the group aside and gave them instructions:
"When we sell our blood later, the servants and doctors inside might advise us to take care of our health and sell less at a time, especially for those of us who have just arrived."

But listen to your brother, just treat it like they're talking nonsense!

The old Taoist priest cursed, "Don't we know what's going on with our brothers? We all come from the mortal world, we eat grains and drink salty water, and there's not a trace of spiritual energy in our blood."

Those guys are just worried that if they take too much of our mortal blood, they'll deduct from their wages.

Fang Shu and the others were stunned when they heard this.

Old Master Lü shook his head and said smugly, "That's why we have to seize this opportunity and sell as much of this mortal blood as we can, sell it to the point of exhaustion."

After selling the mortal blood, one can simply absorb some spiritual energy in the market, nourish the body, and eat some good food. What one gains after that will all be 'spiritual blood'!

At this moment, Fang Shu understood.

He said, "What Brother Lü means is that we just came from the mortal world, and the blood on our bodies doesn't contain much spiritual energy, so it's not worth much. But the blood sellers in the market all charge based on the value of spiritual blood."

So the more we sell, the more money we make this time?

Old Master Lü clapped his hands: "That's right! That's exactly the point!"

The other party continued, "If you had just one more day and absorbed a few more breaths of spiritual energy, you wouldn't have gotten such a good deal as today."

Upon hearing this, Tian Tianquan and Yin Xiaojian, who were standing nearby, also lit up with excitement, eager to make a move.

"Yes! Selling our mortal blood might actually help our bodies produce more spiritual blood!"

"Brother Lü really treats us like family."

Even Fang Shu, upon hearing these words, was momentarily stunned.

But looking at the clean and tidy shop assistant with his smiling face, he felt a little uneasy and hesitated before speaking:
"Won't selling blood lead to disease? If I contract a dirty disease, my path to immortality will be cut short."

Old Master Lü said nonchalantly, "Why worry about that? The whole market is selling them, it's not just us."

Upon landing, the first stop was the Blood Hall.

If it could infect people with disease, the market town would be destroyed first.

After saying this, Old Master Lü did not urge the others to join in.

He spotted a tea shop and rest area on a corner outside the main hall and walked over with a pleased expression.

Fang Shu and the others followed the old Taoist priest to the corner of the wall.

The old Taoist priest exchanged a few words with the tea seller.

Fang Shu and the others were astonished to hear that the other party only charged for talismans. Although one coin was enough to fill them up and they could drink as much as they wanted, they were still speechless.

After all, the bucket only contained a few tea leaves, with no trace of spiritual energy, and there was nothing to eat, yet it collected blood money from the Azure Cicada.

But Old Master Lü was generous. He pulled out four talisman coins from his crotch, laid them out on the stall, and shouted, "These are for you guys." He also greeted Fang Shu and the others, "Brothers, come on, don't be shy."

Immediately, Master Lü picked up a water ladle and drank several ladles of water in one go, causing his belly to swell up visibly!
After finishing a few bowls of water, he filled another bowl, swayed to the corner of the wall, sat down, and continued drinking the water as if it were fine wine.

Fang Shu and the others were tired and thirsty from the boat trip. After thanking Elder Lü, they each ate a few mouthfuls and found that the water in the bucket only had a slight tea flavor and was even a bit astringent.

Meeting Fang Shu and the others' questioning gazes, the old Taoist patted his belly and whispered:

"There's a technique to selling blood, guys. Don't just blindly go and sell it."

Remember, before you sell your blood, pour as much water as possible into your stomach, then hold your urine tightly. Don't urinate until the blood has been sold.

A sly glint appeared in his eyes: "Selling it this way, not only can we sell more, but we can also dilute it with water, just like selling wine, to reduce the consumption of our own essence and blood."

Tian Tianquan suddenly realized and excitedly said, "That means that every extra sip of water we drink now is equivalent to earning an extra sip of blood!"

Old Master Lü was pleased, but he nodded and then shook his head: "How could that be? It would be best if we could earn even half a mouthful of blood."

Fang Shu's expression turned strange upon hearing this conversation.

He also noticed that the tea stall vendor glanced at the group of people as if they were livestock, without saying a word.

Suddenly, at that moment.

A group of ordinary people quickly walked out of the Blood Returning Hall. They ran to the corner of the wall and couldn't hold it in any longer, so they started urinating on the spot.

These men were all pale-faced, but as they urinated, they wore expressions of excitement.

One of them muttered, "Brother Wang, it's just like you said, if you hold your pee, you can sell a lot more blood."

Seeing Fang Shu and the others looking over, the group quickly lowered their voices, as if afraid that their conversation would be overheard by the others.

After they finished urinating, the group, shivering, walked excitedly towards the city center.

It looks like they'll either go out for a good meal or go shopping.

Before Fang Shu and the others could react, Old Man Lü, who was standing next to them, shook his belly and said leisurely, "What's wrong? I'm putting myself in your shoes, and I wasn't lying to you, was I?"

"You can all think about it yourselves. I'm going to line up first. I'll treat you to something to replenish your blood after I've sold it!"

After saying this, Old Master Lü, with his belly protruding, walked straight into the Blood Return Hall.

At the tea stall, only Fang Shu and his two companions remained standing there, each with their own interesting expressions.

Gulu gulu!

At this moment, Tian Tianquan grabbed a gourd ladle and shoveled several ladles into his mouth. Then, supporting his stomach, he walked back to the Blood Returning Hall without looking back.

Yin Xiaojian and Fang Shu looked at each other in bewilderment.

Fang Shu remembered that when Yin Xiaojian came to the market, she also had relatives she could rely on.

However, Yin Xiaojian chuckled awkwardly, quickly drank two ladles of water, and hurried towards the Blood Returning Hall.
"Hey guys, wait for me!"

In the end, only Fang Shu remained, still standing hesitantly in the corner.

Looking at the endless stream of people bustling about in front of the Blood Regeneration Hall.

Fang Shu was pondering the principle that Old Lu had said: "Sell off mortal blood to nourish spiritual blood."

Perhaps, instead of letting the Long Tongue Sword and the fox fur consume his life essence, he might as well sell some himself and have a few bites.
He sat there for a long time, then hesitated to get up.

But in the end, he suppressed the impulse in his heart.

Once he calmed down, he wasn't swept away by the fervent atmosphere of blood selling at the branch.

He planned to find his second uncle in the market first, and then discuss whether or not to sell his blood.

After all, his second uncle was the only relative in the world who still recognized him, so he wouldn't harm him.

Just as Fang Shu was about to close his eyes and rest, waiting for Lu Laodao and the others to come out, his eyelids twitched and he suddenly opened his eyes.

Thump!

He suddenly stood up, his gaze filled with suspicion and uncertainty, staring intently into the crowd of people entering the museum...

(End of this chapter)