Cultivating Immortality: Starting from Ferrying Passengers

Chapter 30 First Smuggling
The next day, Fang Jingxuan brought Tu Yuan to the place recommended by Lao He.

"Did Old He introduce you here? How much weight can you, a tortoise?"

Fang Jingxuan quickly put on a smile and said:

"Yes, yes, it was recommended by Mr. He. I am a spirit turtle with a strong physique and extraordinary talent. Pulling 5,000 kilograms at a time is not a problem."

As soon as these words were spoken, Tuo Yuan beside him suddenly widened his eyes, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

No, Master, when you say that, do you still have me in your heart? I am your most beloved cub.

After Fang Jingxuan finished speaking, the manager who was in the late stage of Qi Refining came to Tuoyuan and reached out to knock on the turtle shell on Tuoyuan's back.

There was no sign of how this person used his skills, but Tuoyuan was almost knocked down by just a light blow.

"Well, not bad, you have a good physique and are a good hauler. I'll count you in as one of them. This time we're going to Pingyuan Ferry to transport goods. Each trip will cost five low-grade spirit stones, and you'll be provided with food during the trip. You can only come back the next day. Is that a problem?"

"No no."

"In that case, get your number plate and go wait over there."

Fang Jingxuan took the number plate and walked to the side with Tuoyuan. He turned his head and saw that Tuoyuan's eyes were wet and he almost cried.

The monk's attack just now was sudden, and Tuoyuan was a little frightened. Fang Jingxuan took out the dried monster meat slices from the storage bag with heartache, put them in the palm of his hand, and comforted it.

"Don't be angry. When I, your master, become rich, I promise that no one will dare to hit you like this again. This bastard, your hands are so heavy!"

With Fang Jingxuan's comfort, Tuoyuan felt much better and ate the dried meat with a wronged look. He ate a piece and Fang Jingxuan took out another piece. After a few breaths, Fang Jingxuan realized that this guy took the opportunity to cheat for food.

After glaring at Tuoyuan, Fang Jingxuan ignored it and went to a corner, observing his surroundings quietly.

As far as the eye could see, there were several beasts of burden, waiting to be ordered about by their masters, who were comforting them.

Fang Jingxuan remembered what the manager said. He wanted to go to Pingyuan Ferry to transport goods, and it had to be a lot of goods. Could it be spiritual rice?

Pingyuandu produces spiritual rice. If the market buys a large amount of spiritual rice, wouldn’t it be a waste of money if I buy more?
No, no, no. Fang Jingxuan didn't believe that the market town was so kind as to be willing to give the pure spiritual rice to the independent cultivators in the market town at a fair price. He would definitely have to add a high price to it.

Doesn’t Fang Jingxuan understand the market and the nature of those in charge?

Thinking of this, Fang Jingxuan was certain that even if he brought in a large amount of spiritual rice and secretly transported some himself, he could still sell it at a good price.

The journey was safe and uneventful because many of the pack animals were unladen.

Not only are they good, but their defensive power is also very strong. From what Fang Jingxuan himself saw, the leader was a middle-aged male cultivator holding a magic sword. His indifferent face was enough to show his strong demeanor.

This is a great master who is at the ninth level of the late Qi Refining Stage, and he is also a fierce character who uses a magic sword. If ordinary cultivators see him, they will probably be too scared to dare to approach him.

In the world of cultivation, those who choose to use magic swords to fight enemies are either newbies who have just entered the world of cultivation and think that this is very cool.

Or they are truly ruthless people who have experienced all kinds of brutal battles and disregard life and death.

Because magic swords are only used for attack and not defense, they are a means of risking one's life. These sword practitioners disdain to use any protective magic weapons, talismans and other external objects. They only trust the swords in their hands.

Therefore, most people would show respect to a cultivator who wielded a magic sword. The fact that Hongyefang had sent this cultivator to support the operation clearly showed that they were taking this operation very seriously. Besides this expert with a magic sword, they were accompanied by several combat cultivators in the middle stage of Qi Refining. These cultivators were orthodox, dedicated combat guards, equipped with a full range of protective and offensive magic weapons, as well as their own innate magical powers.

With these people guarding outside, Fang Jingxuan felt very safe. Moreover, his [Sudden Inspiration] had no effect at all, so he was not worried at all.

After a long journey, the group arrived at Pingyuandu, which was the territory of another foundation-building family, but it did not belong to the Danding Sect, but to the Lingmu League.

Danding Sect and Lingmu League have part of their territory bordering each other. Compared with Danding Sect, Lingmu League is much more powerful. There are five Jindan cultivators in it alone.

But these had nothing to do with Fang Jingxuan, and he didn't care about these things. He just wanted to buy more spiritual rice so that he could take it back and sell it.

It was almost evening when the team arrived at Pingyuandu. The team leader gave each of them a low-grade spirit stone and allowed Fang Jingxuan and the other porters to move around freely around the inn where they were staying.

But the pack animals must stay in the inn because they still have to transport goods tomorrow and must not be lost.

After Fang Jingxuan comforted Tuyuan, he went to the market in Pingyuandu to choose goods.

Compared to the sealed-off Hongyefang, many things here seemed to be of good quality and cheap, even the spiritual rice. One low-grade spiritual stone could buy thirteen pounds of it, which was cheaper than what was sold in Hongyefang before it was sealed off.

Three pounds of first-grade low-quality monster flesh and blood only sells for one low-grade spirit stone, which seems to be very cost-effective.

The Lingmu League is the place with the largest number of wood-type cultivators. Spiritual plant farmers can be seen everywhere, and the sound of people talking about planting spiritual plants can be heard everywhere. The atmosphere is very good.

There are many spiritual plants, so the products produced in various fields are also abundant. Only the Lianshui League, which has many lakes and a developed water system, can be compared with it.

Fang Jingxuan held the ninety-two low-grade spirit stones in his storage bag and fell into deep thought.

What can I buy with this money to earn more?
Magic rice? Magic medicine? Magic tea? Or even the flesh and blood of a demon beast?
After much difficulty, Fang Jingxuan finally had the opportunity to arrive here safely, and he didn't want to waste it. After all, not everyone could be escorted by a great sword cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining. This journey was not safe. If an ordinary cultivator wanted to go back and forth, I'm afraid the robbery cultivators would not agree.

Fang Jingxuan first thought about what the independent cultivators in the streets of Konoha lacked the most. After all, his first sales channel still had to start from a place he was familiar with.

We lack meat and rice, these two are the most lacking. We can tolerate other things for the time being, but we cannot live without food.

Thinking of this, Fang Jingxuan gritted his teeth and used all his spirit stones to buy about 200 kilograms of pickled monster meat, and then bought nearly 300 kilograms of the lowest-grade spirit rice.

It sounds like a lot of things, but they can be packed into a few large bags. It’s just that it’s more troublesome to transport. Without Tuyuan, Fang Jingxuan has to carry it himself.

It took Fang Jingxuan a long time to carry so many things to the inn where he lived. The commotion could not be hidden from the team leader, but he just glanced at it casually and paid no more attention to it.

He was only responsible for transporting the goods. As long as the goods were transported back safely, he didn't want to interfere in other matters. After all, the porters who could come on this trip were basically people with connections, so there was no need for him to embarrass everyone.

If the manager didn't care, then the others wouldn't care either, and the swordsman master didn't show up at all during the whole process.

Not only Fang Jingxuan and the other porters did the same, some of the combat monks also bought some goods. Apparently, this was a kind of welfare benefit for those going out on field missions.

That night, Fang Jingxuan, who had no intention of practicing, looked at the two large packages in the corner of the room and was overjoyed. With just this one trip, he could earn at least one-third of the spirit stones, which was about thirty low-grade spirit stones.

This is after deducting the share given to Lao He, which is all the money I got for myself. Oh, by the way, the reward of five low-grade spirit stones is not included.

Just from this one trip, he could get thirty-five low-grade spirit stones, which was almost the same as what he could earn from ferrying passengers for a month.

Sure enough, if you want to make money you still need connections. Otherwise, if you just keep ferrying passengers, when will you be able to afford the house in Hongyefang?
(End of this chapter)