Immortality Cultivation: Fellow Daoists, please live for two more episodes!

"No spiritual fields?" Shen Yepo was somewhat surprised.

The disciple leaned over the counter and shrugged at him: "It's not that there's nothing there at all, it's just that this place... you'll understand once you go outside and take a walk around."

Shen Ye didn't ask any more questions, turned around and left the general store, slowly walking forward along the narrow stone path of the trading area.

As he walked along, he finally understood what the disciple had said.

The stalls on both sides of the trading area were all filled with items obtained through murder and robbery.

Half-worn magical artifacts, pills of unknown origin, and miscellaneous items rummaged through someone's storage bag.

Stalls stood side by side, the sellers and buyers alike remaining expressionless.

As Shen Ye passed by a stall selling pills, he glanced at the prices casually.

A bottle of the most ordinary healing pills costs thirty spirit stones.

He instinctively stopped in his tracks.

Thirty spirit stones?

He wasn't ignorant; he had wandered the far west for more than half a year, and this was just a bottle of ordinary healing pills.

Even if sold in a market for unaffiliated cultivators, this thing would be worth five more dollars.

However, the outer sect of Shuiyue has no alchemists. All the pills are produced from the small amount that flows out from the inner sect. After being marked up layer by layer, the price has increased more than sixfold.

Shen Ye instantly smelled the scent of money.

But he didn't show it; he simply looked away without making a sound and continued walking forward.

Along the way, no one farmed, no one refined elixirs, and there wasn't even a decent alchemy room in sight.

Shen Ye roughly understood why.

In the outer sect of Shuiyue, deception and fraud are rampant, and everyone instinctively pursues combat power.

Without combat power, no matter how much land you cultivate, you're just doing the work for someone else.

Moreover, spiritual fields are a long-term, time-consuming, and labor-intensive business, something only needed to assist alchemists. Shuiyue doesn't even have an alchemist, so where would it get spiritual farmers?

But on the other hand...

It is precisely because no one grows them that no one sells them, and it is precisely because no one sells them that the price is so ridiculously high.

This is a completely blank chain.

For those who are prepared, a blank blockchain is money.

Shen Ye did not choose to give up.

He bought a set of worn-out array flags for a very low price from a stall in a corner of the trading area.

The disciple selling the battle flags glanced at him and chuckled, "You want this junk? A cultivator who's passed the Yellow Court level could kick it to pieces. You want to take it home and display it?"

Shen Ye didn't reply, put away the battle flags and left.

He walked along the edge of the outer gate towards a secluded area, and the further he walked, the fewer people there were.

After traversing the back of several low hills, we found a landslide gully surrounded by boulders at the far end of the back mountain. Overgrown with shrubs, it had been abandoned for who knows how long, and there wasn't even a decent path.

This place has no spiritual energy, so naturally no one comes here.

But Shen Ye was satisfied.

The biggest advantage is that no one comes.

He planted the battle flags one by one around the hollow, setting up a basic shielding formation.

Although the formation was of poor quality, it was more than enough to block the spiritual sense probing of someone in the early stages of Qi Refining.

He then crouched down, parted the bushes, and revealed a small patch of mud.

He took the life-giving bottle from his bosom and tilted it slightly.

A drop of emerald green liquid condensed at the mouth of the bottle, lingered for a moment, and then dripped onto the soil.

A grass seed sprouted in the soil.

But this is not enough.

He needs to verify something.

Can the elixir actually produce the same quality of spiritual herbs on barren land devoid of spiritual energy?

Shen Ye took out a wilted seed of the Spirit-Guiding Grass from his storage bag, buried it in the soil, and dripped a drop of spiritual liquid onto it.

After waiting for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

It's sprouting.

A tiny green shoot emerged from the grayish soil, as thin as a needle, yet pointing straight to the sky, carrying a reckless vitality.

Shen Ye's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the green.

He himself hadn't expected this reaction.

He stretched out his finger and tentatively probed the soil near the new shoot.

Sure enough, a faint spiritual aura emanated from the spot where the spiritual liquid had been dripped, though it was thin, it was much better than before.

A small patch of dead land, a drop of spiritual liquid, and the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

It's that simple.

The spirit stones that others have to scheme and kill to steal can he grow from the soil by simply sitting on this barren land.

As he thought, since this little green bottle could even save a half-dead spiritual plant, it could also grow new shoots even in barren land devoid of spiritual energy.

Shen Ye slowly stood up and looked back at the desolate valley.

Suddenly, he found the pile of rubble much more pleasing to the eye.

The venue issue has been resolved.

Next, Shen Ye did not rashly choose to immediately begin large-scale planting.

He first returned to his residence, took a few spirit-guiding herbs that had been revitalized by the life-giving bottle, and went to the general merchandise stalls outside the gate.

He didn't have anything valuable on him, but the quality of these few spirit-guiding herbs was quite respectable even in an outer sect setting.

The disciple who set up the stall was a seasoned veteran in the business of reselling. He took the Spirit-Guiding Grass, examined it carefully, and his eyes lit up.

"Wow, not bad quality. Where did you get it?"

"I found it."

Shen Ye remained expressionless.

The seasoned veteran didn't press the matter; in the outer sect of Shuiyue, no one would question the origin of the items.

In the end, Shen Ye used these few herbs to exchange for three portions of spiritual herb seeds.

Healing herbs, Qi-gathering flowers, and spirit grain roots, plus a handwritten "Illustrated Compendium of Outer Sect Spiritual Herbs".

That old fox was a real chatterbox; he kept spouting news while counting the grass:

"Healing herbs are in extremely high demand and short supply in the outer sect. Who goes out on a mission without getting injured?"

"The demand for Linggu root is large, but the profit margin is very thin, so it's not worth it."

"If you want to find a place to cultivate in seclusion, there is a group of abandoned stone chambers in the northwest corner of the back mountain. Occasionally, disciples will spend a few points to rent them."

At this point, the seasoned veteran suddenly lowered his voice and leaned closer:

"Brother, if I may ask, did you really find this Spirit-Guiding Herb by chance?"

Shen Ye didn't speak, he just looked at him.

The seasoned veteran chuckled and didn't press the matter further.

In the outer sect of Shuiyue, digging too deep would get you killed, but he still pointed at the counter with his finger:

"I've been in the business for over a decade and I've never seen an outer disciple produce a Spirit-Guiding Grass of this quality. If you have any more, just give me five or six a month. The price is negotiable."

Shen Ye understood what he meant.

It's not about negotiating the price, it's about negotiating the profit sharing.

"Let me take another look."

Shen Ye remained noncommittal, picked up his things, and left.

Behind him, the seasoned veteran watched his departing figure, rubbed his fingers together, and a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.

Along the way, in the trading area, there were all sorts of people, from those who increased their combat power to those who were revitalized, as well as miscellaneous scouts.

Shen Ye noted everything down without saying anything more, then carried his things back to his residence.

That night.

Shen Ye sat in his cave and flipped through the book "Illustrated Compendium of Outer Sect Herbs".

The illustrated book was handwritten, with messy handwriting and curled edges, but the content was still quite detailed.

It records more than twenty kinds of low-grade spiritual herbs circulating in the outer sect, including their medicinal properties, growing conditions, and market prices.

Shen Ye turned the pages one by one, stopping at a certain page.

Cold Jade Vine.

The annotations on the map are very detailed...

It has extremely demanding growing conditions, requiring continuous nourishment from "extreme yin energy," and the temperature and light should not be too high.

Normal spiritual fields simply cannot grow them. Even the inner sect's spiritual plant garden can only produce a few plants occasionally, and most of them must be supplied to Foundation Establishment cultivators to stabilize their foundation.

The price of medicine is extremely high; a mature Frost Jade Vine is listed at 800 points in the inner sect.

In the corner of the illustration, the scribe added a line of small, hastily written words: "Priceless but unavailable; you can't buy it even with money."

Shen Ye stared at the line of small print for a long time.

One plant costs 800 points.

His entire day's earnings, including what he got in exchange for the two Spirit-Attracting Herbs, totaled less than thirty points.

Shen Ye's gaze fell on the four words "extreme Yin Qi".

He thought of the cultivation technique he had obtained from the secret realm, which used his own death energy as a medium to transform death into life.

Is death energy the same as extreme yin energy?

He wasn't sure.

But he folded a corner of that page.