Starting from the two realms, cultivating immortality by taming beasts

Chapter 47 Biyuan Market

"Gurgle."

Looking at the lively golden egg on the table, Chen Dong and Huang Xiaoling both fell silent.

After a long while, the couple looked at each other and then both turned their gazes toward Chen Beiwu.

Huang Xiaoling coughed lightly twice and asked tactfully, "Don't you have any better companion beasts in the Spirit Beast Pavilion?"

As a cultivator with a true water-based spiritual root, she was well aware of the shortcomings and difficulty of advancing the Golden Scale. It was so bad that it was not even close to being disliked by humans or dogs.

On the contrary, cultivators with both metal and water spiritual roots tend to prefer golden scales.

"The golden egg is the perfect companion beast for me," Chen Beiwu said softly.

Huang Xiaoling was stunned for a moment, and the words of advice she wanted to say stuck in her throat.

Chen Beiwu is not a child; rather than questioning, she should perhaps believe.

Chen Dong interrupted the conversation, saying, "Let's eat first."

Once the contract with the Beast God is formed, it is difficult to change. No matter what they say now, they cannot change the reality.

Moreover, he didn't believe his son would cut off his own path; this golden scale might have some unique features.

At the dinner table, Chen Dong started a conversation, inquiring about Chen Beiwu's cultivation progress.

Upon hearing that his son planned to study at home, he did not object. Instead, he exchanged a glance with his wife and brought up another topic.

"The tile factory is currently on holiday, so your mom and I are planning to visit Yunlong Mansion this month."

"How long will it take?" Chen Beiwu suddenly remembered that his family had been short of money recently.

"About half a month," Chen Dong said hesitantly.

While the root cause of heart-cold syndrome is difficult to cure, the surgical procedure itself is not particularly challenging and can be considered a minor surgery.

Normally three days would be enough, but to prevent a relapse, he planned to let his wife rest at the hospital for a few more days to recuperate.

"Is your family still short of spirit stones? I still have some spirit essence on me," Chen Beiwu asked with concern.

"I don't need it. That Blood-Faced Vine sold for 950 spirit coins. You just finished contracting a Fellowship Beast, which is exactly when you need spirit coins." Huang Xiaoling decisively refused.

After the meal, Chen Beiwu returned to the cultivation room on the second floor, and his body disappeared instantly.

……

In the chaotic land, a giant gate supports the sky.

Fortune is fickle and leaves no trace; ordinary cultivators cannot sense changes in their own fortune. But Chen Beiwu is different; he can use the Nine Breaths of Chaos to see the alterations in his own fortune.

Upon discovering a wisp of golden light emanating from beneath the Nine Breaths Chaos, Chen Beiwu's eyes lit up with delight.

His guess was indeed correct.

After contracting the golden egg, his fortune also underwent a transformation, but the wisp of scarlet ominous energy that quietly appeared on the right side of the Nine Breaths Chaos also diminished the joy on Chen Beiwu's face.

Good fortune and misfortune are intertwined. With the birth of golden fortune, a wisp of scarlet ominous energy representing great calamity also appeared on his body. Its quality far exceeded the gray moldy energy that had been born before, as if some bloody disaster was about to occur.

"We cannot allow this crimson aura of misfortune to continue brewing, lest it escalate into a calamity."

With a thought, Chen Beiwu activated the Nine Breaths Breath Control Technique, directly activating the fourth breath to guide and dispel the calamity.

"Buzz!"

Under his control, a wisp of blue fortune collided with the scarlet ominous aura with fearless force, causing its light to dim slightly.

"Not enough?" Chen Beiwu turned his gaze to the five green streams of fortune.

"Buzz!"

As the five green auras and the scarlet ominous aura intertwined like snakes, the scarlet blood-red light emanating from the latter gradually faded, replaced by a layer of hazy, musty air.

Chen Beiwu exhaled a breath of stale air and opened his eyes with satisfaction.

Grayish mold is not a calamity; at most, it brings bad luck and some insignificant misfortunes, such as missing a fishing rod or encountering feces-laden birds while walking. There's no need to waste any more luck to dispel it.

"A wisp of golden fortune can be reserved to suppress one's own destiny and luck. The most important thing now is to take advantage of the differences between the two realms to quickly earn my first pot of gold and gather enough spirit stones to purchase the Myriad Laws Returning to Flow Heavenly Book."

With this thought in mind, Chen Beiwu looked at the magnificent gate in the chaotic world that was beyond description.

……

A day later, a handsome figure suddenly appeared among the crowd queuing at the entrance of Biyuan Market.

"Most of them are Qi Refining cultivators," Chen Beiwu thought to himself as he surveyed the crowd around him.

Biyuan Market is located at a major transportation route in the Three Kingdoms period. It has a large customer flow and a good reputation, making it the most famous cultivation market near Zeguo. Even Foundation Establishment cultivators dare not cause trouble here, thus attracting a large number of Qi Refining cultivators to settle here.

Chen Beiwu decided to go to Biyuan Market only after reading the diaries left by Lin Yu and others.

The reason is simple: it's highly safe!

The cultivation family that controls Biyuan Market is the Shen family of Yunhai, a renowned Foundation Establishment family in Ze Kingdom. The family has three Foundation Establishment experts, and all the surrounding cultivation families fear their power.

What truly captivated Chen Beiwu was the extraordinary background of the Shen family of Yunhai, backed by the Mirror Moon Palace, one of the five major sects of the Earthly Realm. Every five years, the Mirror Moon Palace would recruit a batch of outer disciples at the Biyuan Market.

Following the flow of people, Chen Beiwu looked up and saw a tall and majestic archway with the four ancient characters "Biyuan Market" engraved on the plaque. It exuded an aura that was hard to ignore, clearly the work of a powerful person.

At the entrance of the archway, two cultivators dressed in blue Taoist robes stood with serious expressions. One was responsible for registering the cultivators entering the hall, and the other was responsible for distributing jade slips.

"Get lost, you beggar! You don't even have two spirit stones and you think you can enter the market?" the gatekeeper said rudely.

"Fellow Daoist, could you please make an exception? I have a rare herb here that I can use as collateral..."

Before the poorly dressed rogue cultivator could finish speaking, the gatekeeper snatched the exotic herb from his hand and kicked him away.

"Rules are rules, and they cannot be broken. If you don't have spirit stones, get the hell out of here," another cultivator said coldly.

The rogue cultivator looked reluctantly at the exotic herb in the gatekeeper's hand, gritted his teeth, and staggered away.

Seeing this scene, the cultivators queuing to enter the market were already used to it and didn't even bother to glance at it.

"With such rampant gatekeepers at the market, is it considered safe? Just how chaotic is the Southern Wilderness Realm?" Chen Beiwu's heart sank.

The gatekeeper cultivators openly robbed the spiritual materials of rogue cultivators, and no one cared about this; on the contrary, it was taken for granted.

In the Immortal Alliance, even a Foundation Establishment cultivator wouldn't dare to openly snatch things from a Qi Refining cultivator, let alone injure them.

"Senior, one spirit stone will suffice." The Taoist priest bowed slightly, his tone respectful.

Chen Beiwu didn't ask any questions. He handed over a spirit stone and then took the market pass jade slip from another gatekeeper cultivator.

He hadn't walked far when he heard angry curses coming from behind him.

"Get lost! You dare to disguise spirit sand as spirit stones? Old man, do you want to die?"

Chen Beiwu continued walking forward without stopping.

The law of the jungle prevails, but it is more blatant, more bloody, and more thorough in the Southern Wilderness.

He can't control others, he can only control himself.

(End of this chapter)