Cultivating Immortality: Starting from Ferrying Passengers

Chapter 38 Fried Rice Opening

On the third day, Fang Jingxuan took the three newly drawn silent notes and went to a talisman shop in the market town.

"Shopkeeper, how much is the mute note?"

Fang Jingxuan first tested the market price. Hongyefang had been closed for so long, and the price of this basic talisman had not yet fully recovered.

"My fellow Daoist, I'll give you one low-grade spirit stone for each Silent Note. Large quantities will be discounted. If you buy ten, I'll give you one for free."

Oh, that’s a 10% discount, quite affordable.

However, Fang Jingxuan already knew the cost price of the silent note, so he would not be tempted.

"What if I sell it?"

As soon as Fang Jingxuan said this, the shopkeeper looked at Fang Jingxuan for a moment, and then his tone turned cold:

"Six Broken Spirit Stones per ticket, minimum order of ten."

You are so heartless. You made such a huge profit from the price difference at once. I don't even earn as much as you do.

Fang Jingxuan came out of the talisman shop in a bad mood, called Tuo Yuan, and continued to walk to the next one.

After a while, Fang Jingxuan's face looked a little ugly. It seemed that the talisman shops in this market had formed a price alliance, and they kept lowering the price for a casual talisman master like him.

They just resold the silent note, which cost one low-grade spirit stone, and made more money than they did themselves.

There is no sales channel. Does that mean I have to set up a stall at the market outside?
Or should I open a small shop in the future and ship the goods slowly?

The situation of the independent talisman makers is worrying. Oh, by the way, the person who had dinner with Wei Tong that day was a man named Wu Yong, who is also a talisman maker. I wonder if he has any connections.

Fang Jingxuan thought of the connections he had made, which should be useful at this time.

After exploring the market, Fang Jingxuan returned to his courtyard. Before he had sat down for long, Lao He came over.

"What a grand event! The Chu family of Hongyefang is going to hold a competition with the He family of Qinghefang to decide the ownership of the spiritual lands of the two families whose mountain gates were breached by the robbers. Our chance has come."

What? When Fang Jingxuan first heard the news, he seemed a little confused. What does this have to do with him?

I am not a combat monk, so I cannot fight in this arena.

Moreover, those two Lingdi families probably still have descendants, so why should the Chu family and the He family decide?

In response to Fang Jingxuan's question, Lao He said mysteriously:

"The Chu family supports one branch, and the He family supports another. When the two families couldn't reach an agreement, they held a competition.

Moreover, the Chu family and the He family did not take part in the fight themselves, but instead asked these branches to ask others to help. Of course, this was the case in name only, but in reality, it was the Chu family and the He family who recruited people.

Of course we won't be participating in the competition, but we can go and sell goods on site. We can buy some talismans and pills and resell them, making a 50% profit."

I have to say that Fang Jingxuan also admires Lao He's vision. If there is a shortage of elixirs and talismans on site, he can stock up on them first, and they will definitely sell well.

"So when exactly does it start?"

“We are still building the arena. It will probably be ready in a few days. Then the Chu and He family’s foundation-building cultivators will go there, and we can get a glimpse of their demeanor.

As soon as this news spread, we should hurry up and stock up on healing and buffing elixirs. Large quantities get discounts. As for talismans, we should stock up on lightening and protective talismans, as well as other offensive talismans as well."

"Oh, okay, okay, I'll go right away and buy three hundred low-grade spirit stones from him first. Even if I can't sell it, it won't be a loss. At worst, I can just sell it at a fair price."

With this in mind, Fang Jingxuan took Tu Yuan to the talisman shop to restock. Old He went to buy elixirs. The two of them acted separately, and after an afternoon of shopping, they finally calculated the total.

Fang Jingxuan has ten light body amulets and ten protective amulets, each worth five low-grade spirit stones, which makes a total of one hundred.

The other flame talismans, water wall talismans, stone rock talismans, and concentration talismans cost the remaining 200 low-grade spirit stones.

All of Fang Jingxuan's accumulated spirit stones were used up in one go. He even sold some materials that he had exchanged for spirit rice during the blockade to make up the remaining amount.

Lao He also gained a lot. When the two met again, they smiled at each other and were full of anticipation.

Time flies and it's five days later. Fang Jingxuan takes Tu Yuan and Lao He to the place where the competition is held.

He also picked up three monks on the way and earned some extra money from three low-grade spirit stones.

The Wang family's mountain gate is only about a thousand miles away from Hongyefang, but it is almost beyond the influence of the Chu family of Hongyefang.

In comparison, it is closer to Qinghefang, but the He family of Qinghefang is not as powerful as the Chu family.

When Fang Jingxuan arrived here, the number of cultivators here had obviously increased.

Hundreds of monks gathered in front of the Wang family mountain gate, surrounding a tall arena and divided into several waves.

The two largest groups of cultivators were clearly on the verge of a fight. Old He gave Fang Jingxuan some guidance and analysis:

"These are the people from the various branches of the Wang family who were invited to help. Their main branch was completely slaughtered, yet these people from the branches don't show the slightest bit of sadness on their faces."

Fang Jingxuan looked around and found that it was indeed the case. He then looked towards the spiritual vein in the distance. A big mountain was surrounded by clouds, and on the mountain was the low-grade spiritual vein.

"Let's go ahead and try to sell some of it. We'll sell as much as we can before it opens."

Old He took the first step. He walked into a small circle of four or five people, chatted with them casually for a few words, and then successfully took out a jade bottle and retrieved several low-grade spirit stones.

After seeing this, Fang Jingxuan was shocked. He didn't expect that Old He had such a talent.

Since Lao He had already opened a business, Fang Jingxuan was not willing to be outdone. After observing, he locked onto a small group.

Leaving Tuoyuan waiting, Fang Jingxuan walked forward and said mysteriously to those people:
"Fellow Daoists, do you want the talisman?"

Everyone: Huh?

A moment later, Fang Jingxuan came back with a depressed look on his face. After talking for a long time, he only sold one amulet, and the price was not increased much.

The situation is different from what I expected. Fang Jingxuan began to reflect on what went wrong.

When Lao He came back, Fang Jingxuan looked at him expectantly, while Lao He stroked his white beard and said with a smile:
"Brother Jingxuan, you are still too young. You have to look good when selling things. I look like an immortal. I will advertise myself as a spiritual pharmacist. That way, the pills will sell much better."

Fang Jingxuan looked at Lao He's appearance and found that he really fit the style of an old spiritual pharmacist, but he was only in his twenties, so how could he fool people?

"However, I can be both a spiritual medicine master and a talisman maker. Brother Jingxuan, do you want my help? But let's make it clear in advance that I will take 10% of the commission."

Only now did Fang Jingxuan discover Lao He’s sinister intentions. Don’t you feel guilty about using my capital to make money?
Fang Jingxuan had no choice but to ask Lao He for help, as long as he could make money.

Watching Lao He leave with the talisman, Fang Jingxuan thought for a long time, then suddenly took out the iron pot, spiritual rice, and big bones, and started to cook.

Humph, I don’t believe that you can’t even sell a serving of fried rice in such a remote place. It’s almost noon, you guys have to eat anyway.

Fang's Fried Rice is open!
(End of this chapter)