The Path to Immortality: Starting with the Growth of Bubble Fruits from the Ground

"You're here."

Old Wang spoke calmly, but Zhou Mu, standing beside him, saw it all clearly; his back was ramrod straight.

"These people are all from the same sect."

Old Wang's grandson stepped aside to let the four people behind him pass, saying, "Let's go together, so we can look out for each other on the way."

The four outer disciples also walked into the crowd and found their relatives.

Old Wang's grandson, Wang Ping, was at the sixth level of Qi Refining. He took out several oil paper packets from his storage bag and handed them to Old Wang: "Grandpa, these are left for you by your grandson."

Old Wang took it and immediately handed a packet to Zhou Mu: "Try this, it's a special spiritual food for outer sect disciples."

Zhou Mu took it and took a bite; it was sweet, cloyingly sweet.

Old Wang squinted as he ate.

At this moment, someone shouted, and an old farmer in blue robes spoke in a low voice, but hundreds of people could hear it clearly.

"The time has come, let's prepare to depart. As usual, maintain formation, rest every ten miles. My friends from the outer sect, please look after us from the front and back."

After nodding to Old Wang, Wang Ping stepped onto his flying sword, and the other four outer disciples also took off on their own flying swords.

The five beams of light dispersed, one in front, one behind, one in the left, and one in the center to provide support.

Hundreds of spiritual farmers on the ground simultaneously formed hand seals, and hundreds of beams of spiritual light lit up at the same time.

Old Wang patted Zhou Mu on the shoulder: "Don't just stand there, start running."

Zhou Mu took a deep breath, formed hand seals, and activated the Wind Walk Technique. He pushed off with his legs and leaped forward.

Hundreds of people moved at the same time.

Five streaks of light appeared in mid-air, while hundreds of spirit farmers kicked up dust as they ran wildly, stretching for half a mile.

Even the low-level spiritual farmers like Zhou Mu were separated from the group, while those with slightly higher cultivation levels were scattered around. The entire group resembled a herd of migrating wildebeest.

Two hours later, Zhou Mu passed by a stone tablet that was a hundred meters high, with the three large characters "Wan Dao Zong" on it.

"Little Zhou, this is the sect's boundary marker. Beyond this point, you're outside the sect's protection zone."

Old Wang said something in a low voice, and then the whole team slowed down by 30%, with everyone holding back their energy in case of any unexpected events.

In fact, Zhou Mu and the others were still within the sphere of influence of the Myriad Dao Sect. However, once they crossed the boundary marker, the sect would no longer provide protection. The Myriad Dao Sect was not a babysitter.

Another hour later, a town appeared ahead; they had arrived at Wandao Market.

Wang Lin landed at the entrance of the market first. After showing his identity card, the city gate guards immediately made way for him.

The Lingnong team stepped into the Wandao Market under the watchful eyes of the rogue cultivators and guards.

Once inside, the group separated. Zhou Mu originally wanted to wander around by himself, but Old Wang didn't want his grandson and insisted on taking Zhou Mu along.

Wang Lin shook his head with a wry smile, then walked deeper into the market with several fellow disciples.

"Old Wang, where are we going?"

"Don't worry, I won't sell you out. I'll take you to meet an old friend."

The two walked through the crowded streets, turned several corners, and finally arrived in front of a six-story building.

"The Lieyang Chamber of Commerce? Old Wang has old friends here?"

Zhou Mu glanced at Old Wang in surprise. The Lieyang Chamber of Commerce was no ordinary force; it was comparable to the Wandao Sect and was one of the most powerful in the entire Qin Kingdom.

"Oh, it's my older brother. No wonder my right eyelid was acting up today."

"Is a twitching right eye a sign of bad luck?"

Old Wang's face immediately darkened, and he punched the shopkeeper who was walking over.

The shopkeeper was round and plump, like a wealthy landowner. Although Old Wang was thin, Zhou Mu noticed that the two looked somewhat alike.

"Stop talking nonsense and accept the goods."

Old Wang placed Zhou Mu's sack on the ground.

"Only this much? You're not some old tree blossoming again, are you?"

Zhou Mu couldn't hold back any longer. This shopkeeper's mouth was like it was coated with poison. Weren't steamed buns dry food?

"This isn't mine, it belongs to my little brother."

Old Wang, his face dark, pointed at Zhou Mu beside him. The shopkeeper looked at Zhou Mu with a slightly strange gaze, making Zhou Mu feel uneasy.

"Come, young man, sit down and let's talk."

The shopkeeper smiled at Zhou Mu. After the three of them sat down, a maid served them spiritual tea, and another servant weighed them in front of them.

"Young man, you have 180 jin here in total. I'll give you..." The shopkeeper glanced at Old Wang, who was staring at him, and chuckled before continuing, "How about this, since it's your first time here, I'll give you 33 low-grade spirit stones, how about that?"

The shopkeeper asked about Zhou Mu, but his eyes kept glancing at Old Wang.

"Okay, thank you, shopkeeper."

The shopkeeper offered a price that was 10% higher than the market price, which Zhou Mu naturally agreed to. However, he became increasingly curious about the relationship between the shopkeeper and Old Wang.

At this moment, Old Wang, who had been enjoying his tea, suddenly grinned and said, "Now it's my turn. You can't show favoritism."

As he spoke, Old Wang took out more than a dozen full burlap sacks from his storage bag.

"Alright, you wait here for me, you old rascal."

The shopkeeper immediately jumped up and started greeting Old Wang.

"Fine, I'll accept it this time for your sake, but don't even think about it next time."

Seeing that Old Wang was about to start again, the shopkeeper reluctantly waved for his servants to begin weighing the items.

Seeing the two men glaring at him, Zhou Mu said, "Shopkeeper, I'd like to buy some Qi Refining Pills. Do you have any recommendations?"

"First-grade low-level Qi Gathering Pill, ten pills per bottle, sells for twelve low-level spirit stones."

"A bottle of mid-grade first-tier Qi Cultivation Pill costs twenty-two low-grade spirit stones."

"What kind do you want, young man?"

Zhou Mu was in a dilemma. He had sold the spirit rice and obtained spirit stones. If he bought one bottle of each, he would still be one spirit stone short.

"Alas, even a hero can be brought down by a single penny."

Zhou Mu ultimately decided to buy two bottles of Qi Gathering Pills, and use the remaining spirit stones to buy a brand new storage bag.

But Old Wang spoke first: "Give him one bottle each."

"Alright, alright, what can I do? The young man is quite handsome." With that, he instructed the maid beside him to fetch the pills for Zhou Mu.

A moment later, a maid came over with a storage bag and, at the shopkeeper's signal, handed it to Zhou Mu.

"Shopkeeper, what's going on here?"

Zhou Mu asked in surprise, the shopkeeper's previous words and this storage bag made Zhou Mu feel inexplicably dangerous.

"Here you go, young man. It's old anyway, so it's not worth much. Just please patronize our shop in the future."

"Thank you very much."

Zhou Mu took the storage bag and hung it on his waist. Although the shopkeeper was being polite, this storage bag was worth at least five spirit stones.

Although it wasn't much, Zhou Mu still kept it in mind.

Little did the shopkeeper know how much profit this young man would bring him in the future.

"Xiao Zhou, let's go for a walk."

After carefully putting away his share of spirit stones, Old Wang ignored the shopkeeper's attempts to persuade him to stay and pulled Zhou Mu away from the Lieyang Chamber of Commerce.

The two strolled leisurely through the streets and alleys. During this time, Lao Wang pointed out several reliable shops to Zhou Mu, one of which was surprisingly the Red Mansion.

The entrance was filled with vibrant flowers, a garden bursting with spring colors, a diverse array of beauties, all of whom possessed cultivation levels surpassing Zhou Mu's.

Old Wang seemed to be frozen in place, standing motionless at the door, and Zhou Mu could only drag him out by his arm.

That's so embarrassing.

"Old Wang, does your grandson know you're coming to a place like this?"

Zhou Mu used his trump card, which finally dragged Old Wang away.

Finally, the two arrived at the Wandao Sect's headquarters in the market. After everyone had arrived, they returned to the Wandao Sect together.

Just as Zhou Mu was chatting with Lao Wang, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Zhou Mu, your Eighth Uncle wants to see you. Come with me."

"It's you, Zhou Ye!"