Becoming a leader of the immortal path begins with sowing the seeds of inner demons.

In the inn of the prefectural city.

When Lu Ming saw Feng Zai crying and laughing at the skeleton, acting like a madman, he snapped out of his daze and rubbed his aching head.

The workload this time was just too much; he almost couldn't hold on.

However, the gains were also enormous.

Feng Zai only practiced a little, and the maturity of his inner demons increased slightly.

Unfortunately, Feng Zai's reaction made it impossible for him to change the subject and subtly inquire about how to earn spirit stones.

It seems we'll have to find another way...

With one thing on his mind, Lu Ming stretched comfortably.

Big Gold, who had just finished eating dried fish and was licking its paws to savor the taste, saw this scene and ran over, jumped onto the bed, stretched like a ghost, and then lay down next to Lu Ming, yawning and preparing to sleep.

Lu Ming also caught the infection. He rubbed his eyes, ready to sleep, but he felt like he had forgotten something and couldn't calm down at all.

When he heard rhythmic snoring beside him, he immediately realized what was happening and opened the star map.

Feng Zai's light spot was dazzlingly bright;

The light from the large gold piece was so dim it was chilling.

Lu Ming sighed, snapped out of his daze, and looked at Da Jin, who was still smacking his lips in his sleep, with a helpless expression of "anger at his lack of ambition" on his face.

They are both "sons," and both are hosts of inner demons.

Why is the difference so great?

Spiritual practice is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall behind.

Cherish time and seize every moment.

You haven't practiced for several days, how can you still sleep...?

Just then, Da Jin was awakened by a chill. He shuddered and his innocent eyes met Lu Ming's gaze.

For some reason, he vaguely sensed a great terror in Lu Ming's eyes.

Instinct drove him to roll off the bed, run quickly to the window, and, without even opening his eyes, begin to breathe deeply into the moonlight.

Seeing this, Lu Ming smiled with satisfaction.

This time, he had no worries and quickly fell asleep.

The next day.

After being awakened by the rooster's crow, Lu Ming subconsciously looked out the window and found that Da Jin was still cultivating. He suddenly felt a little guilty.

Am I being too strict with Da Jin?

Although it's almost a meter long when it stretches out, it's still just a three-year-old kitten at heart.

Seeing that his inner demons had matured to ten points overnight, Lu Ming could only painfully suppress his conscience.

In the world of cultivation, one's cultivation level is paramount, determining whether one will be a senior, a fellow cultivator, or a junior or an ant when they go out in the future.

To prepare for the future, we have no choice but to endure some hardship for now.

During this time, buy him more food to treat him.

Thinking of this, Lu Ming called out while getting dressed, "Da Jin, come on, Dad will take you to have breakfast."

Hearing the sound, Da Jin sprang into action, knocking Lu Ming back onto the bed. He lay back on Lu Ming's lap and asked in confusion, "Father, am I sick?"

"Why do you say that?"

"I don't know why, but whenever you look at me, I want to start cultivating. Once I start cultivating, I can't stop. I always feel like my ancestors are going to shock me."

"Dad, do you think I'm going crazy?"

".....What nonsense are you talking about?" Lu Ming smiled awkwardly. "It's the ancestor again? How come I've never seen him before?"

"You didn't have another nightmare, did you?"

"It wasn't a nightmare... Never mind, Dad, you've never seen one, so I can't explain it to you." Da Jin irritably wiped his face, rubbed his belly, and sighed, "Dad, do you think if the cat doesn't sleep, it might get sick?"

Our ancestors said that cultivation can replace rest, but why do I feel like I don't have a good appetite lately?

Lu Ming's eye twitched.

Poor appetite?

Oh no, you ate twenty dried anchovies in one sitting yesterday?!

Hearing Da Jin say this, Lu Ming also remembered an important matter.

The copper coins that Da Jin produces every day are barely enough to cover their expenses in the prefectural city if Da Jin eats only half full each day.

But if the spirit stones aren't returned, I heard from the government office that interest will accrue...

Lu Ming felt the urgency of time and, without thinking much, tucked Da Jin under his arm and left the inn.

As soon as I stepped out of the inn, a strong sense of the stock market and its underworld hit me.

It was only a short time before dawn, but the streets were already bustling with activity.

Vendors leading cattle and sheep, carrying fruit and noodles, came in an endless stream, all hurrying along, afraid of missing the best time to sell.

Lu Ming took out a few copper coins from Da Jin's body, ate a quick bite on the street, and then walked along the long street to the cultivator market mentioned by the government office.

The prefectural city is very large, unlike Fulin County, where a single morning market is enough to meet the needs of the people.

Here, various goods are categorized and each occupies a separate market.

The area where Lu Ming stayed was mostly inns, surrounded by restaurants and eateries. After walking through several long streets and passing through a conspicuous archway, a long street suddenly appeared.

Perhaps because it was just dawn, few of the shops on both sides were open.

But the street was already lined with stalls, stretching as far as the eye could see.

From seasonal delicacies and wild game to magical treasures, elixirs, talismans, and cultivation techniques, they sell everything.

Lu Ming even saw a stall with a sign that read "Fresh Refined Wild Chicken Essence Eggs," and a man in black was frying eggs in hot oil, the aroma filling the air.

"Dad, Meow is hungry." Da Jin stood at Lu Ming's feet, his eyes shining and his mouth watering.

If Lu Ming hadn't told him to buy food first, he would have pounced on it long ago.

Lu Ming snapped out of his daze, reached out and touched Da Jin's back, and led the way toward the conspicuous egg stall.

To be honest, he also wanted to try what chicken essence eggs tasted like.

"Gentlemen, would you like to try an egg?" Business had arrived early in the morning, and the vendor was very enthusiastic. "Cheap, two for one low-grade spirit stone."

Lu Ming suddenly wasn't so hungry anymore.

He reached out and pressed down on the eager-to-eat Da Jin, asking curiously, "Was that egg really laid by chicken essence during the Qi Refining stage?"

"Would I lie to you?" The vendor turned around and shouted to the back of his cart, "Brother Ji, someone's looking for you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bird's head popped out from behind the car, nodded at Lu Ming in a very human-like manner, and said in a shrill voice, "Sir, it's freshly caught, guaranteed to be fresh."

Lu Ming was filled with awe.

It's true that there's a distinction between immortals and mortals, and this certainly has a significant impact on our worldview.

"Excuse me, I'm new to the cultivation world and my pockets are empty." Lu Ming locked the large gold piece and asked sincerely, "I'm just asking where I can earn spirit stones?"

The vendor, being good-natured, shrugged and said, "Is your cat a spirit beast?"

It seems like they're offering street performances up ahead; you could give it a try.

If all else fails, try asking at the government office; you might get lucky and find someone hiring.

"Selling...selling your skills?" Lu Ming's lips twitched.

Are all cultivators at the bottom of the cultivation world in Kyushu really this miserable?

......

"when!"

A giant axe, emitting a precious light, descended from the sky and landed on the head of a lynx-like monster, shattering instantly.

The lynx didn't hesitate either. It turned its head and bit off most of the giant axe. After chewing and swallowing it, it opened its mouth and spat it out, turning the magical robe that was flowing with magical power into a honeycomb.

The only audience members for this performance were Lu Ming and Da Jin.

The man and the cat stared blankly at the seemingly invincible lynx in the arena, and swallowed hard in unison.

Lu Ming could see clearly that the lynx had obviously reached the Foundation Establishment stage, but its strenuous performance was still no match for the beautiful woman with a human body and a snake tail next to it, who could earn money by twisting her snake twice.

In comparison, his idea of ​​having Daikin do twelve backflips in a row was not competitive at all.

Faced with the cultivators who came to ask for a reward, Lu Ming smiled awkwardly, picked up Da Jin and left. When he reached a secluded spot, he stopped and looked at the bustling street with a worried expression.

I arrived too late; all the ways to make money among cultivators have already been developed to the extreme.

Any business you can think of can be found on this street.

As for the fastest way to make money, reselling... unless you can also do something yourself, you won't earn spirit stones at all.

There's no chance of finding opportunities outside. This area of ​​Yuhua Prefecture has been managed by the Yuhua Sect for many years, and they've taken all the good opportunities for themselves.

They were all unwilling to touch it, and everything they knew was extremely dangerous; even those who entered with golden cores could not escape unscathed.

It seems I can only try my luck at the government office.

Just then, a loud sound came from the street corner.

"Seeking one female page, of impeccable character and excellent appearance, who cannot be older than fourteen when she enters the Daoist path..."

This one thing alone caused countless sighs to rise from the crowd.

Only when a cultivator reaches the Golden Elixir stage can they have the opportunity to change their appearance and rejuvenate.

Those who can enter the Dao at a young age are the precious treasures of their respective sects, so why would they come to such a place to earn spirit stones?

Upon hearing the conditions, Lu Ming, who had just stood up, squatted down again.

Although he can change his appearance, a cultivator should still maintain the integrity of a cultivator.

"Three low-grade spirit stones per day."

Lu Ming stood up abruptly.

If you're already haunted by your own inner demons, how can you be bound by physical appearance?!

But he stopped as soon as he took a step.

It wasn't because he couldn't get over his mental hurdle, but because he had thought of a very serious problem.

The Tiger Demon Bone Tempering Technique, when activated, exudes demonic energy and even produces phantom images of fierce tigers. If this problem is not resolved, it is easy to be seen through.

Just as he was struggling with this decision, the voice seemed to have not found a suitable candidate and said disappointedly, "I've been here these past few days. If you find someone who meets the requirements, feel free to come find me."

As he watched the man's departing figure, a sudden inspiration flashed through Lu Ming's mind.

If you can't do it yourself, why not ask Feng Zai?