I tamed beasts and achieved immortality in the world of cultivation.

After leaving Lingyun Market.

Chen Qing and his group returned to the fishpond in a grand procession.

Qian Youfu, heavily pregnant, walked at the front, followed by three employees, each with two or three storage bags hanging bulging from their waists. As they walked, the bags bumped against each other, making a soft "clattering" sound.

Chen Qing's gaze involuntarily fell on those storage bags, a hint of envy flashing in his eyes.

He had been eyeing this item for a long time, but after silently calculating the 108 spirit stones he had, he quietly looked away. He decided to spend his money wisely and buy it a year later.

Chen Qing turned her gaze to Qian Youfu, who was heavily pregnant, and was quite speechless.

They should have just sent a few men, but Qian Youfu insisted on coming himself, saying that he felt an instant connection with him.

Four hundred thousand catties of feed will require three thousand two hundred spirit stones.

With the "91% discount," Qian Youfu would have to pay 288 yuan. Compared to the average disciple's annual income of 30 to 40 yuan, this amount is quite considerable. Moreover, Qian Youfu would likely receive a commission on this order.

How could they not hit it off immediately? No wonder Xu Gui said that Manager Qian was "witty".

"Junior Brother Chen, where should we put it?"

Qian Youfu walked to the open space by the fishpond and looked around.

Chen Qing pointed to a small brick house not far away: "Over there, Brother Qian, please have the workers move it in."

Qian Youfu waved his hand, and three employees stepped forward, took off their storage bags from their waists, and with a flash of inspiration, bags of feed appeared out of thin air on the ground and were stacked neatly.

In a short while, 30,000 catties of refined feed filled the small house to the brim.

Chen Qing's eyelids twitched as he read it.

One has to admit once again that cultivating immortality is the primary productive force!

"Alright!" Qian Youfu clapped his hands, turned to Chen Qing, and winked. "Junior Brother Chen, the feed matter is settled. I will send someone to deliver 30,000 catties on the third day of each month, and we will settle the account after one year."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Qian!" Chen Qing bowed.

Qian Youfu stepped forward, took Chen Qing's hand, and said sincerely, "Hey, Junior Brother Chen, you're too kind. There's no need for thanks between us! I have things to do at my shop, so I'll take my leave first. If you need anything, Junior Brother, feel free to come find me at the market."

"Take care, senior brother!"

Watching Qian Youfu and his group walk away, Chen Qing turned to look at the twenty fish ponds, then at the wooden shed piled high with feed, and let out a long sigh.

"The feed is ready; now we're just waiting for Master Xu."

……

After Qian Youfu and his group left.

Chen Qing waited by the pond for a while, and then saw a group of people walking on the mountain path.

The leader was Xu Gui, followed by twenty young disciples, both men and women, dressed in the blue outer disciple robes, each with a badge on their chest. Each of them carried a wooden bucket with the mouth covered by a cloth, from which a faint fishy stench could be smelled.

Chen Qing stepped forward and greeted him with a cupped hand: "Master Xu."

Xu Gui nodded and waved to the disciples behind him: "Come here, everyone. This is Chen Qing from the Beast Taming Peak. He used to raise chickens here. You've all probably met him. From now on, you should send your chicken droppings to him."

The disciples stepped forward to greet him, some calling him "Senior Brother Chen" and others "Junior Brother Chen," all with great courtesy.

Chen Qing had been raising Lingyang chickens under Xu Gui's care for four years, so he was naturally familiar with these "colleagues." However, he was only acquainted with most of them, and their relationship was much worse than that with Xiao Chunan and Xu Gui.

Chen Qing returned the greetings one by one, his gaze sweeping over the wooden buckets in their hands.

One bucket, two buckets, three buckets... a total of twenty buckets.

Xu Gui chimed in, "I have over thirty people raising spirit sheep chickens, but Xiao Chunan and Yang Fan also raise blue carp, so only twenty people will deliver them to you. From now on, they will bring chicken droppings over every day. The spirit sheep chickens defecate twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening."

Chen Qing nodded, silently making plans in his mind.

How much poop can a Lingyang chicken produce in a day?

He had been raising them for four years and knew their weight well. One Lingyang chicken could produce about two ounces of droppings a day, so fifty chickens would produce ten pounds.

There are twenty people, and each person raises a different number of chickens, including both broiler chickens and laying hens. Some raise over a hundred, while others raise fifty or sixty, totaling about 1,500 chickens.

Three hundred catties of chicken manure a day.

Over the course of a year, that's 109,500 jin.

Adding the 400,000 jin of feed he purchased, the total is 509,500 jin. Compared with the 560,000 jin of feed needed for raising grass carp for a year, there is still a shortfall of nearly 50,000 jin.

However, Chen Qing had already discussed it with Xu Gui. Of the dozen or so spirit beast peaks around, besides the one that Xu Gui was in charge of, there were two others that also raised spirit sheep chickens. Once his blue carp had grown bigger and he couldn't keep up with the spirit sheep chicken droppings, he could go to them again. It would just be a long way, so he would only need to give them a little more spirit stones.

Chen Qing took out a cloth bag containing twenty low-grade spirit stones from his pocket and handed it to Xu Gui: "Master Xu, this is your hard-earned money for this month. Please help me divide it up."

Twenty low-grade spirit stones.

One yuan per person per month is quite a lot compared to the three yuan monthly wage for raising chickens.

Over the course of a year, Chen Qing spent about 500 spirit stones on chicken manure, plus 3,200 spirit stones on feed, totaling 3,700 spirit stones.

After deductions, one can earn 1,300 spirit stones a year.

He could accept this amount, considering that he had only earned about fifty spirit stones a year before.

He secretly rejoiced.

This is thanks to his status as a disciple of the Beast Taming Peak; disciples from other peaks don't have this privilege.

Beast Taming Peak has few people and plenty of land, and no one supervises you. As long as you're willing to give up cultivation, while I can't guarantee you'll be free of spirit stones, raising a few spirit beasts is more than enough. It's just that not many people are willing to do that.

Those who cultivate immortality ultimately seek longevity and immortality.

Xu Gui took the cloth bag, scanned it with his spiritual sense, and turned to the disciples, saying, "Alright, put the bucket down. From now on, just bring it here every morning and evening."

The disciples put down their wooden buckets, exchanged a few more pleasantries with Chen Qing, and then left with Xu Gui.

The footsteps faded into the distance, finally disappearing into the depths of the bamboo forest.

Chen Qing was the only one left by the stream.

He squatted down and lifted the cloth covering a wooden bucket, which was full of dark brown granules, round and plump, like sheep droppings—the droppings of the spirit sheep chicken.

He reached out and grabbed a handful, then gently rubbed them together, and the particles crumbled into fine powder, scattering in his palm.

The giant cat on Chen Qing's shoulder poked its head out, looked at him curiously, sniffed him, then frowned and sent him a message that said "It smells awful." It squeaked and burrowed into Chen Qing's neck, making Dan Yu, who was watching from the side, silently keep her distance.

Chen Qing smiled, stood up, picked up the wooden bucket, walked to the nearest fishpond, and evenly sprinkled the chicken manure crumbs from the bucket into the pond.

The dark brown powder fell onto the water's surface and quickly sank. The carp fry in the pond seemed to sense something and swam over, vying to eat it.

The carp are still fry and can't eat much.

Chen Qing poured bucket after bucket of chicken manure into twenty fish ponds without even using ten buckets. He then took feed from the feed warehouse and put it into the twenty fish ponds. Afterward, he stood by each pond for a moment to observe the fish fry's reaction.

As the sun gradually set, the water shimmered, and fish darted about.

On the distant mountain path, the backs of the twenty disciples who delivered chicken manure had long since disappeared, leaving only Xu Gui standing at the edge of the bamboo forest, gazing at him from afar.

Chen Qing looked up and met his gaze.

Xu Gui nodded and turned to leave.

Chen Qing withdrew his gaze and looked at the blue fish swimming in the pond. A slight smile appeared on his lips. Feed was provided, chicken manure was supplied, and now, all that was left was—

Take good care of your fish.