My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Way Too Steady - Chapter 59

Chapter 59 Golden Core Master Wang, Exchanging Spirit Rice for Spirit Stones

As time went by, more and more disciples came up.

There are both men and women.

It has all kinds of spiritual roots.

After all, there are only two ways to leave the Dongting Immortal Sect.

I. Cross-Domain Teleportation Array.

II. Long-distance flying magical artifacts or magical implements.

For the vast majority of formal disciples, teleportation arrays are too expensive.

Each activation requires at least one mid-grade spirit stone.

Therefore, flying artifacts became the preferred choice.

Compared to teleportation arrays, it offers excellent value for money.

It’s not that flying paper cranes and land-based mythical beasts are no good, but they’re too slow.

For the same distance, a flying artifact only takes an hour.

However, flying paper cranes and land-based mythical beasts require at least five hours.

Anyone would know how to choose.

“Senior Brother Zhang, who’s that kid?”

“Also a Gin farmer.”

“He doesn’t seem to respect you very much?”

“Hehehe…”

Zhang Er squinted, staring intently at Xu Changqing’s back.

He didn’t say anything more after hearing what the people around him said.

He merely gave a meaningful, cold smile.

Suddenly, the giant flying sword beneath them shuddered violently.

Immediately afterwards, the male disciple with the golden spiritual root standing at the tip of the sword spoke up: “Fellow Daoists, the 1145th giant flying sword is about to leave the Sword Pavilion.”

Please do not move, run, jump, or leave the area; otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences.

Xu Changqing and Han Su exchanged a glance and immediately regained their composure.

Soon, the vibrations emanating from the giant flying sword beneath them became increasingly noticeable.

The stripes seemed to be infused with energy, lighting up one by one.

Before long, the giant flying sword that had been parked slowly started moving.

When they finally left the Sword Pavilion, they heard a “whoosh” sound.

The giant flying sword instantly sliced through the sky for tens of thousands of meters.

Like a golden streak of light, it sped forward at an extremely fast speed.

Strangely, despite the high speed, no one was affected.

There was not a breath of wind or any ripples.

Xu Changqing observed this and thought to himself, “An array.”

Each giant flying sword should be like those flying shuttles, flying boats, and spaceships.

It is equipped with various protective formations.

After all, this is thousands of meters in the air.

If an accident occurs, everyone will undoubtedly die.

Therefore, there is no room for error.

The giant flying sword moved with lightning speed and thunderous force.

Anything, including clouds and birds.

Just a second ago it was in front of us.

The next second, it was left behind.

Not long after, they encountered a flock of birds ahead.

Dense and numerous, resembling a large patch of dark clouds.

Faced with this situation, the giant flying sword not only did not dodge, but instead charged straight at it.

The hissing sound continued incessantly.

Any bird that encountered it was utterly powerless against it and instantly turned into a bloody mist.

“It’s far superior to flying paper cranes.” Xu Changqing was shocked.

An hour passes in the blink of an eye.

The giant flying sword gradually slowed down.

A small city appeared before them.

In the very center of the city, there stands a towering tree.

The height of the light alone is at least several thousand meters.

The branches and leaves are lush and green.

You can see many birds and animals moving around inside.

Han Su whispered, “Senior brother, we have arrived at the market town for rogue cultivators.”

Xu Changqing asked in surprise, “Is it this tree?”

Han Su shook his head and said, “No, it’s the entire city.”

“Huh?” Xu Changqing was quite surprised.

Han Su explained, “The owner of this Dongqing tree and this Dongqing city is a Golden Elixir True Person.”

His name is Wang Lin, and everyone respectfully calls him Master Wang.

Everything here, especially the market town for independent cultivators, belongs to someone else.

Upon hearing that he was a Golden Core cultivator, Xu Changqing began to look at him with new respect.

After all, it’s easy to be a rogue cultivator, as everyone has witnessed.

Before long, the giant flying sword came to rest at a flying dock.

At this moment, the male disciple with the Golden Spirit Root said, “I will stay here for an hour. If you miss it, come back at this time tomorrow.”

“Alright, thank you, fellow Daoist!” Many people bowed and clasped their hands in thanks.

Then go down from here.

Especially Xu Changqing, Han Su, and Zhang Er, among others.

After leaving the flight terminal, everyone stood at a fork in the road.

The towering East China trees not far away exude a rich woody spiritual energy.

Xu Changqing even felt that when the spiritual energy in the spiritual field was insufficient, one could come here to cultivate.

Han Su pointed to the left and said, “Senior brother, the main street of the loose cultivator market is this way.”

“Lead the way.” Xu Changqing nodded.

When we arrived at the main street.

Xu Changqing found it to be similar to the Red Maple Valley Market.

The only difference is that the quality varies.

Most of the items were of relatively low quality.

These kinds of things wouldn’t sell at the Red Maple Valley market.

But here, in the market of unaffiliated cultivators in Dongqing City, quite a few people are buying things.

Xu Changqing could understand, after all, independent cultivators and cultivation families from the outside world were inherently short of resources.

It’s good enough if there’s anything to buy.

However, the price is very strange.

It’s incredibly low.

It’s ridiculously high.

For example, the ratio of first-grade spiritual rice in the Dongting Immortal Sect is 1:5.

But here it’s 1:7.

It can be replaced with second-grade spiritual rice, which is actually comparable to that of the Dongting Immortal Sect.

The ratio reaches 1:1.4, which is only 0.1 more.

Xu Changqing thought to himself, “Isn’t this paradise to me?”

Within the Dongting Immortal Sect, because of the existence of the [Nongxin Society], he dared not sell indiscriminately.

But here you don’t have to be afraid; you can even do whatever you want.

At this point, we arrived at a [Spirit Rice Trading Point].

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Han Su immediately said, “Senior brother, I need to go in and exchange for some spirit rice. What about you?”

Xu Changqing shrugged: “I’ll just wander around.”

“Okay, just call out with the communication talisman if you need anything.” Han Su nodded and then walked towards the counter inside.

Seeing this, Xu Changqing did not rush to sell the second-grade spirit rice he had stored.

Instead, they wandered around and found out the prices.

There are more than one similar [Spirit Rice Trading Point] in the entire market of independent cultivators.

But the prices were surprisingly consistent, with no difference whatsoever.

It seemed as if they had planned it in advance.

That’s actually normal, considering the current price of Dongting Immortal Sect is incredibly high.

Many Lingnong come here to sell their goods.

If the price is different at each trading point, it will definitely cause chaos.

“This fellow Daoist is clearly a disciple of an immortal sect.” Suddenly, a middle-aged man blocked their way.

This man was short and thin.

He was wearing a long gown made of silk.

There were obvious fluctuations in spiritual energy.

He is clearly a cultivator.

Xu Changqing raised an eyebrow noncommittally: “Something wrong?”

The middle-aged man smiled slightly: “My name is Sun Ping, and I am the steward of a small cultivation family in Dongqing City.”

“I wonder which immortal sect you belong to, and whether you need any help?”

Xu Changqing asked calmly, “Is there anything wrong?”

Sun Ping paused for a moment, then continued to smile: “If you wish to offer something, I am willing to give it a try.”

Upon hearing this, Xu Changqing narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then asked, “My name is Cai Kun. How did you know that I come from an immortal sect?”

“So it’s Fellow Daoist Cai.” Sun Ping’s eyes lit up, and he then explained, “If you were a rogue cultivator, you would definitely be very careful here, for fear of causing trouble.”

Only you disciples of the Immortal Sect are all calm and composed, even arrogant and domineering.

They don’t take us rogue cultivators seriously at all, so naturally they can recognize us.

Xu Changqing silently memorized this explanation, intending to feign it next time he came. He then asked, “I have some spirit rice here, do you want some?”

Upon hearing the words “spiritual rice,” Sun Ping excitedly inquired, “What grade?”

Xu Changqing lowered his voice: “Second rank.”

Sun Ping’s eyes widened immediately, and then he said excitedly, “As expected of a disciple of the Immortal Sect, I’ll take as many as Fellow Daoist Cai has!”

After spending and renting out rice over the past few days, Xu Changqing still had more than 4,000 jin of Grade 2 spirit rice left, but he couldn’t sell it all at once. So he raised the five fingers of his right hand and said, “500 jin.”

500 jin of Grade 2 spiritual rice is definitely not much in a celestial sect.

But this is a market town for independent cultivators.

The person in front of me is a member of a small family that cultivates immortality.

For them, being able to eat the finest spiritual rice is already a blessing.

Second-grade Lingmi rice can only be eaten during festivals and birthdays.

Sun Ping pondered, “500 jin of Grade Two Spirit Rice, today’s market price is 1:1.4…”

Xu Changqing waved his hand to interrupt: “I can’t sell it to you at the market price of the loose cultivator market.”

Sun Ping was taken aback: “How much do you want?”

Xu Changqing blurted out, “1:1.2!”

It’s 0.1 lower than the Immortal Sect.

Sun Ping was dumbfounded: “Your proportions are a bit…”

Xu Changqing sneered, “The proportion may be low, but this is top-grade spirit rice!”

“Top-grade spirit rice?”

Upon hearing this, Sun Ping’s pupils shrank: “If that’s really the case, I’m willing to buy them all at this ratio!”

He comes here every day to meet with the disciples of the Immortal Sect.

The goal is to build good relationships and then acquire better resources.

I can’t believe I actually hit the jackpot today!!!

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