Hide in the world of gods and demons

Chapter 14 The Land of Right and Wrong
Chen Li held the mid-grade spirit stone in his hand, which was clearly more crystal clear than the other spirit stones.

Some are hard to put down.

One mid-grade spirit stone is equal to one hundred low-grade spirit stones.

Even more.

As far as he knew, given the current market prices, he could exchange it for 102 low-grade spirit stones.

In addition to the one I already had.

His wealth suddenly reached as many as 123 spirit stones.

This is undoubtedly more than a huge sum of money.

It can be used to pay rent for ten years!

That amount could buy 1,230 jin of spirit rice!

Even without the income from talismans, they can live comfortably for two years.

After playing with the mid-grade spirit stone for a while, Chen Li put it down, picked up paper and pen, and couldn't help but plan how to go shopping.

Keep the mid-grade spirit stones for now, and spend the remaining twenty-one low-grade spirit stones to improve your life.

"I need to buy a new set of clothes; there's already a hole in the elbow. I also need to buy a new set of toiletries, bedding, and so on. Even though we share the same body, it still bothers me."

I also need to buy a few pairs of shoes. Last time I went out into the countryside, I ran around in them, and the soles are almost worn out.

Chen Li paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and then wrote down 'protective charm' and 'lightness charm'.

This world is too dangerous. These two talismans are just in case, to be used in case of danger. Anyway, if I don't use them, I can just sell them again. It's like adding an extra layer of insurance for myself.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

At this time there was a knock on the door.

Who is this again!

The knocking sound was clearly unlike Zhou Hong's style next door, nor did it sound like the gambling addict Lao Xiu.

Speaking of that gambler, I haven't seen him since he gambled away a whole set of cards last time. Could he be... dead?

"Who is it? Coming, coming!" Chen Li stood up alertly, ready to open the door.

"I am your new neighbor, here to pay my respects to my fellow Daoist. Please forgive me if I have offended you."

The sound was clear and melodious, like an echo in an empty valley.

Chen Li was taken aback by what he heard; this didn't sound like the style of a rogue cultivator from the shantytown.

That's so polite.

He had only taken two steps when he hurriedly ran back and frantically put away the spirit stones.

Wealth is not revealed in vain.

Only after stuffing the money bag into a hidden place did he go over and open the door.

Standing outside the door was a young female cultivator, who looked to be about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. She was wearing a bright red Taoist robe, with her hair tied up in a simple bun. She had striking features, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and exuded a heroic air.

Although he wore a polite smile, he lacked any sense of friendliness; instead, a sharp and edgy aura emanated from him.

Chen Li dared not be negligent and quickly bowed to greet him.

After exchanging names, the other party politely offered a bottle of Qi-boosting pills and then decisively took their leave.

Chen Li smiled and watched the other person return home before turning around and going inside.

Looking at the bottle of 'Qi-replenishing pills' in my hand

"I remember that Qi-replenishing pills in the market cost ten spirit stones a bottle."

"That's really generous!"

Chen Li frowned slightly.

"This person is clearly not some rogue cultivator. What is he doing in such a filthy place?"

This place is practically a slum for cultivators, a melting pot of all sorts of people.

During the day it was alright, but at night Chen Li didn't dare to go out. Many times when he was walking on the way to the market, he could see bloodstains that were still wet.

Such a person is out of place here.

"Forget it, why bother? It's none of my business." He shook his head.

"As for this bottle of Qi-boosting pills, let's sell them tomorrow and reciprocate later, depending on the situation." He didn't want to take drugs.

I really can't afford it.

A bottle of pills contains ten Qi-replenishing pills, each worth one low-grade spirit stone. It's not something an ordinary person can afford.

If I use Qi-replenishing pills to aid my cultivation, even if I draw talismans every day and use all my savings, it won't last more than half a year before it's all gone. It's better to work harder myself.

……

The next day, he went to the market, but we won't go into details about selling or purchasing goods.

The next month.

Chen Li was oblivious to what was happening around him.

He diligently practices various skills every day.

Sometimes learning a skill can be really addictive.

In particular, watching my skills gradually improve gives me a sense of motivation and accomplishment.

Whenever I have free time, I can't help but want to practice.

As he practiced swordsmanship, his body became stronger and stronger, and his appetite grew larger and larger.

To prevent his body from becoming depleted, he began buying large quantities of demon beast meat. Coupled with the exponentially increased consumption of spirit rice, his monthly expenses for food alone exceeded ten spirit stones.

Fortunately, as his proficiency with the talisman improved, the success rate gradually rose to 50%. With the eight spirit stones from selling the Qi-replenishing pills last time, he was able to barely break even.

During this period, the shantytowns became increasingly bustling.

There were many unfamiliar faces, and the usually quiet streets were now bustling with activity.

This made Chen Li wary.

Clearly, something happened that he was unaware of.

……

"Fellow Daoist Gao, even you don't know?"

That evening, while Gao Bo and Zhou Hong were both at home, Chen Li brought several unsold 'guiding talismans' as gifts and paid them a visit.

Gao Bo shook his head and said seriously, "These are clearly not rogue cultivators. I have made a special inquiry and there are all sorts of conflicting accounts, but I suspect that most of them are just evasive statements. However, one thing is certain: these people are not from the same sect."

Each sect has its own unique character, determined by its cultivation methods and sect style. Experienced independent cultivators can often tell which sect someone belongs to just by looking at their character.

"Do you think it will affect us?" Chen Li asked, as this was the question he was truly concerned about.

"Even if a sect war breaks out, as long as you stay out of it, what danger will you face?" Zhou Hong interjected, her eyes darting away as she spoke, not daring to look at him.

This is clearly a lingering effect of the last time I gave away the hairpin.

"Wait a minute..." Gao Bo seemed to remember something, frowned in thought, and then asked Zhou Hong, "How old is the Golden Core Ancestor of the Longevity Sect this year?"

"You forgot, we just celebrated our 600th anniversary ten years ago." Zhou Hong seemed to realize something as well: "You mean?"

Chen Li was completely confused.

He was still secretly shocked.

He lived for six hundred years, six centuries, which is equivalent to living from the early Ming Dynasty to the 21st century.

He couldn't even imagine it.

How does someone survive like this?

The next moment, Gao Bo solemnly took out a Silence Talisman and activated it. After waiting for the faint light of the spell to envelop the surroundings, he lowered his voice and said, "The lifespan of a Golden Core cultivator is eight hundred years, but there are almost no Golden Core cultivators who can live to that age. Generally, a Golden Core ancestor should be approaching his lifespan after six hundred years. Perhaps something has happened to this ancestor during this period."

"Ah, then what about us?"

"Let's wait and see. It's just that this land has changed owners. We'll continue living our lives as usual," Gao Bo said.

……

Ten minutes later.

Chen Li returned home with a heavy heart, unable to calm down for a long time.

"We must continue with the field trials."

Although an 'armed coup' would not affect ordinary people, it could potentially cause collateral damage. This place was about to become a hotbed of conflict, and if... he didn't want to entrust his life to a sliver of luck or the benevolence of those in power.

(End of this chapter)