My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Way Too Steady - Chapter 393

Chapter 392 Should I Leave? Thanks to [Night Starfall] for the character summon!

“ah?”

Zhang Laizi was dumbfounded.

Xu Changqing plopped down on the bench next to him and chuckled, “Benzhen… cough… wants to form a demon-hunting team, what do you think?”

Zhang Laizi snapped out of his daze, blinked, and then began to analyze seriously: “The resource consumption of a demon-hunting team varies depending on its size.”

A five-person team can earn at least 1 to 3 mid-grade spirit stones per month.

A ten-person squadron receives at least 3 to 9 mid-grade spirit stones per month.

A brigade of twenty men receives at least ten mid-grade spirit stones per month.

Xu Changqing was quite surprised: “Only this much?”

At the highest possible value, 10 mid-grade spirit stones are equivalent to 1000 low-grade spirit stones.

To be honest, sometimes I spend more than that on a single meal.

Unexpectedly, a large demon-hunting team could be cultivated in the market town of rogue cultivators.

That’s truly unbelievable.

Zhang Laizi continued, “This is just daily consumption.”

Once you start hunting monsters, the cost will at least double.

Sometimes prices are high, sometimes several times higher.

Xu Changqing asked curiously, “How many people are in a large demon-hunting team? And how many mid-grade spirit stones would it cost to hunt once a month?”

Zhang Laizi immediately replied: “A large demon-hunting team has at least twenty fixed members, and the number will change as the scale of the demon hunt changes.”

Therefore, it requires 10 to 20 mid-grade spirit stones per month.

Xu Changqing took out 100 mid-grade spirit stones from the small storage bag that Chi Hu had just given him, and then pushed it in front of the other party: “Here are the spirit stones, you choose the position, you pick the members.”

My only requirement is that you hunt a monster that is over three hundred years old once a month, or provide a core part of any of the five elements.

Seeing so many mid-grade spirit stones, not only Zhang Laizi, but also the people around him were attracted, their eyes wide open, unable to look away.

After all, for the vast majority of people in Dongqing City, especially the independent cultivators who stay in the market, being able to see 10 mid-grade spirit stones a year is already considered wealthy.

It should be noted that most of them still use low-grade spirit stones on a daily basis.

Zhang Laizi’s breathing became heavy, and he asked as if to confirm, “Are you serious?”

Xu Changqing responded calmly, “Of course.”

Zhang Laizi took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but his heart was still pounding as he looked at the many mid-grade spirit stones in front of him. Finally, he nodded forcefully: “I’ll give it a try.”

Chi Hu and the others have all changed; it’s time for me to change too.

I want to survive in Dongqing City, especially in the market town for independent cultivators, and make a living from there.

Either set up a stall.

Either you have a special skill.

You can either join the monster-hunting team.

Although Zhang Laizi was a female cultivator, she also harbored ambitions and would dream at night of becoming a high-ranking immortal, worshipped by others.

But one knows best what one’s own aptitude and understanding are.

Now that a chance to turn things around is before us, how can we refuse?

Xu Changqing put away the storage bag, then took out a talisman: “Let’s sign the contract.”

No way, it’s 100 mid-grade spirit stones, how could I just give them away like that?

There are no insurance measures at all. What if the other party runs away?

Unexpectedly, Zhang Laizi signed the contract without hesitation.

The content is very simple.

Xu Changqing provides at least 100 mid-grade spirit stones per year.

Zhang Laizi is assembling a team, whether medium or large.

Hunt at least one monster over three hundred years old each month, or provide a core piece with one of the five elements attributes.

The requirements are neither particularly difficult nor particularly easy.

If this is violated, the offender must pay ten times the amount, which is 1000 mid-grade spirit stones.

Originally, Zhang Laizi wanted to add a clause that he would be willing to be treated like a slave if he violated it, but Xu Changqing cleverly refused.

He then got up and left, intending to go find Sun Peng.

As for what happens next, we’ll leave it all to the other party to handle.

Watching Xu Changqing’s departing figure, Zhang Laizi’s gaze was firm: “As long as I can latch onto Senior Zhu’s coattails, my achievements will definitely not be low.”

First, call on former team member Wang Linxun, and then find some expert demon hunters.

If we’re going to do it, let’s do something big.

…

…

At this time, the Sun family was holding a grand banquet.

The scale and excitement were no less than when Sun Peng got married.

The other four major families, the Golden Core Wang family, and even the Long family of Xuanxin City all sent people to offer their congratulations.

However, the person Sun Peng was thinking about was not any of those present, but the one who had promised to come but had not yet arrived.

Lei Yunna was resting in bed when she watched her husband pacing anxiously back and forth. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes and said irritably, “You’re not even worried about me giving birth!”

Sun Peng stopped and immediately retorted, “What do you know? If Xiang’er has spiritual roots, perhaps she can become Fellow Daoist Cai’s disciple.”

Being sent to a celestial sect is a million times better than staying in the small city of Dongqing.

“We may not be able to make it, but we can’t let the children suffer.”

“snort!”

Lei Yunna frowned and snorted softly, “Fellow Daoist Cai isn’t coming anymore, which means he’s no longer interested in you or our family.”

Upon hearing this, Sun Peng’s face turned somewhat ugly, and his hands unconsciously clenched: “This is not Fellow Daoist Cai’s fault, it’s our family’s greed.”

With the help of the spirit rice and spirit rice wine given by Xu Changqing, they rose rapidly in just a few years.

Suddenly, his ambitions swelled, and he felt he should expand outwards.

They thought that by partnering with the Long family of Xuanxin City, they could make a fortune.

Unexpectedly, this angered Xu Changqing, who then stopped coming altogether.

Even more unexpectedly, such a thing happened in Xuanxin City.

“Young Master, Fellow Daoist Cai has arrived!”

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“Really?”

“real!”

“Yunna, get up quickly and come with me to greet them!”

“Are you crazy? I just gave birth!”

“Then…then you continue to rest, I’ll carry Xiang’er there!”

Immediately, Sun Peng ran to the wet nurse’s room next door.

Meanwhile, Xu Changqing’s disguise had changed from Zhu Rong to Cai Kun.

At first glance, he had the same temperament and style as the other independent cultivators around him, and was not particularly remarkable.

However, the Sun family was incredibly enthusiastic and excited upon hearing the news.

The family head, Sun Rong, abandoned a group of friends on the spot, including his old flame from the Invitation Pavilion.

He arrived at the entrance first and welcomed Xu Changqing to the back garden.

Not long after, Sun Peng rushed over, carrying his newborn daughter.

Seeing this, Xu Changqing was both amused and exasperated: “Aren’t you afraid of startling the child?”

Sun Peng grinned and said, “Fellow Daoist Cai, it’s been a long time!”

Xu Changqing waved his hand: “It’s only been half a year.”

Sun Peng said earnestly, “For me, a day apart feels like three autumns.”

Xu Changqing found the mushy talk nauseating and simply looked at the child in his arms: “Have you thought of a name yet?”

The baby was curled up in his swaddling clothes.

Her skin was fair and rosy, like warm jade.

Its eyes were closed, and it trembled occasionally.

Her nose was small and pert, with the nostrils twitching slightly.

Her lips were a delicate pink, and she would smack them occasionally.

Sun Peng replied with a smile, “My nickname is Xiang’er, but why don’t you suggest a formal name?”

The Sun family’s intentions were too obvious. Xu Changqing raised an eyebrow: “Should I leave?”

Sun Peng gave an awkward smile: “I’ve thought about it, why don’t you listen to it?”

Xu Changqing raised his chin: “Tell me about it.”

Sun Peng said earnestly, “The grass grows green again after being cut, and the fallen flowers still retain their fragrance.”

Therefore, her nickname was Xiang’er, and her formal name was…

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