Reclaiming Wasteland and Farming: My Haunted Fields Are Spawning Monsters Infinitely

Jiang Rong'er closed the box full of salt certificates and land deeds, pushed it forward with both hands, clasped her hands in thanks to Li Qingshan, and said, "Sir, I am deeply grateful."

The man in the yellow robe also showed a look of joy on his face, and clasped his hands in greeting to Li Qingshan, saying, "When you come to Dongshan as a guest another day, I may do my best to be a good host."

Li Qingshan concealed his excitement, remaining outwardly calm, and said in a hoarse voice, "If fate allows, we will meet again in the martial world."

The man in the yellow robe nodded heavily. He knew that such a master was not someone to befriend easily; it was already a stroke of luck to be able to form even a slight good relationship with him.

It might come in handy someday.

Li Qingshan handed over the two copper coins in his hand.

The fortune teller next to him suddenly said, "Wait!"

Everyone turned to look at him. A glint of light appeared in his triangular eyes as he stared at Li Qingshan and said, "You just said that you would only make one transaction. Is that true?"

Li Qingshan raised his head, his eyes under the brim of his hat looking directly at the other person: "I'm never one to speak lightly."

The fortune teller slowly nodded: "Then why can't this one and only time be a deal with me?"

Jiang Rong'er opened her eyes wide and said angrily, "We already had an agreement, you old man, why did you have to interfere halfway through!"

"Take a look at my things first, then you can make a decision later."

The fortune teller reached his chicken-claw-like hand into his satchel and pulled out a wad of dirty paper.

"Let's look at the things first."

He tossed it across the campfire to Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan unfolded the paper ball, crumpled it up, and saw a figure drawn on it, dancing with a sword under the moon.

Although Li Qingshan didn't understand swordsmanship, he could still feel the despair, sorrow, and hysterical killing intent through the paper.

"You've probably heard of Sun Achong's Three Swords of Asking the Moon."

The fortune teller said calmly.

"Of course." Li Qingshan gently put it down, no longer glancing at the sword manual, appearing quite indifferent.

Jiang Rong'er's eyes widened, and her breathing became rapid: "Back then, Sun Achong was troubled by love. After getting drunk for three days at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion in Jiangnan, he danced with his sword under the moon and then fell into the river and died. A painter drew his sword dance on paper. It is said that his understanding of swordsmanship throughout his life is contained in these three swords."

"This is the original," the fortune teller said calmly.

There was awe all around.

Sun Achong's Three Swords of Asking the Moon represent the pinnacle of swordsmanship. Although there are many rubbings in the martial arts world, only the original version can reveal the essence of the Three Swords of Asking the Moon.

Unexpectedly, this unassuming fortune teller possessed such a valuable treasure.

Li Qingshan couldn't help but be tempted. Although salt permits and silk shops were good, they were, after all, commodities, and their role in chaotic times was limited.

He has strength, but he can't use it to its full potential, so he really needs a set of skills.

"I wonder if these three swords for asking the moon can be exchanged for ten exorcising copper coins?" the fortune teller asked confidently.

Li Qingshan looked at Jiang Rong'er, thinking that if all else failed, he would have to compromise himself.

It wasn't that I lacked principles; it was just that the price he offered was too tempting.

Jiang Rong'er looked at the man in yellow robes with a troubled expression. She understood Li Qingshan; who in the world who used a sword would not want to witness the true essence of the Three Swords of Asking the Moon?

Even he himself wanted to snatch it to take a look.

"slow!"

At this moment, another voice rang out, from the dark-faced man beside Qiu Niang.

"Although the Three Swords of Asking the Moon are quite valuable, there are many rubbings of them in the martial arts world. In my opinion, they may not be worth ten copper coins." The dark-faced man came to Li Qingshan, took off the ghost-head knife from his back, and slowly untied the white cloth covering the knife.

As the hilt of the knife was revealed, Li Qingshan suddenly heard a series of ghostly wails and howls. On the blade illuminated by the firelight, there seemed to be many hideous ghostly faces.

"Ghost-faced Roar," the dark-faced man said. "It weighs 231 jin. This blade has slain 44 evil spirits and is imbued with the aura of the underworld. It has also acquired its own spirituality. When it is swung, it is as if a thousand ghosts are crying together, which is terrifying."

"Beauties are always paired with heroes, and precious weapons are given to valiant warriors," said the dark-faced man. "I'll exchange this knife for ten exorcising copper coins."

Li Qingshan's heartstrings were plucked hard; he was indeed lacking a suitable weapon.

When fighting monsters, they usually use rusty axes, sharp scythes, and blood-soaked iron shovels... Just look at their name: Ghost-Faced Roar.

This is a completely different level of sophistication.

The Three Swords of Asking the Moon still require practice; who knows if I can learn them? But the Ghostly Roar can be used as soon as I pick it up.

Just as Li Qingshan was in a dilemma, three figures emerged from the darkness. The leader had braided hair and tattooed eyebrows, and carried a saber at his waist.

Barbarians!

Li Qingshan lowered his head slightly and covered his eyes with the brim of his hat.

I never expected that even barbarians would appear in such a setting.

Li Qingshan secretly observed the other person's appearance and found that he bore a resemblance to the barbarian prince he had assassinated. Could the two be related by blood?

Bald Salt glanced around before finally settling on Li Qingshan, and said, "I heard you have a lot of copper coins on you, give them all to me."

Swish!

Several pairs of eyes fell on him.

"This is barbarian territory. Shouldn't you greet the master first before doing business here?" Bald Salt said calmly.

Jiang Rong'er frowned: "Da Yan has a large army stationed in the north, how did this place become the territory of the barbarians?"

"What, do you barbarians want to bully us with your power?" the dark-faced man sneered.

"I'm here to do business too. You can take a look at my stuff first."

As he spoke, he placed his hand to the side, and immediately a servant handed him a leather pouch.

"A substitute fox fur can block one fatal wound," Bald Salt said softly. "Can I exchange it for ten copper coins?"

hiss!

Those around couldn't help but gasp.

I've long heard that the Red Bone Barbarian Tribe possesses such a treasure, but no one has ever seen it.

If it can save a life in a critical moment, it is indeed more precious than anything else.

"And..." Bald Salt's gaze fell on Li Qingshan's chest, "You have more than ten exorcism coins, don't you?"

All eyes turned to Li Qingshan, wondering if his pockets were filled with exorcising coins.

This is simply unbelievable.

If it were true, how many demons and monsters would he have killed?

It's important to know that not every evil spirit can be found with exorcising coins.

But the barbarian was right; Li Qingshan definitely had more than ten exorcism coins on him, otherwise he wouldn't have taken them out so easily.

"The items are already laid out here, why don't you choose one?" the fortune teller said.

Everyone wanted the exorcising copper coin in Li Qingshan's hand, and Li Qingshan actually wanted them all.

To him, these exorcising coins meant nothing.

He never expected that the randomly dropped exorcising copper coin would be so valuable.

However, if one flaunts their wealth and lacks the ability to protect themselves, what difference is there between that and suicide?

Finally, he made his decision, looking at the box in Jiang Rong'er's hand, and said softly, "The deal remains unchanged."

Jiang Rong'er and the man in the yellow robe, who were already in despair, couldn't help but widen their eyes again upon hearing this.

"Why!" the fortune teller shouted. "Is my stuff not as good as some worthless salt certificate?"

This is the question everyone wants to ask.

"I never speak lightly." Li Qingshan gently adjusted the brim of his hat in the firelight. "What you hold in your hands is nothing more than ordinary stuff."