The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

Not to mention that she didn't recognize at least one-third of the words in the book, she couldn't even understand the meaning of the obscure and difficult sentences.

It’s okay if she doesn’t know the characters, she can learn them, but how can she understand those obscure words and sentences?

Xiao Han glanced at Boss Qian, who was preparing the transaction contract, unfolded the book, pointed to the first sentence and asked, "Fellow Daoist Qian, what does this sentence mean?"

Qian Wanshan answered without even looking up, "I don't know either."

Xiao Han choked and muttered unwillingly, "Didn't you take out this book? Is it a scam?"

Cultivators are known for their keen ears and keen eyes. This wasn't the first time Qian Wanshan had been accused of selling fake books to scam people. He immediately said, "The cultivation methods for these spells are all handed down from the ancient world of immortal cultivation. Cultivators with good comprehension can rely on these mantras to succeed. If you can't understand them, it only shows that your comprehension is not good enough. If you think I'm selling a fake book to scam people, you can take it to the City Lord's Mansion for a judgement to determine whether the spell book I'm selling is fake or not."

Qian Wanshan hadn't lied. The mantras for practicing these spells were indeed genuine. The problem was that few people could rely on these obscure sentences to practice on their own. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to sell this spell book so cheaply.

Simply put, he used these books to deceive those casual practitioners who had just started practicing, were eager to learn magic, but had no one to teach them.

The money is not much anyway, and the cheated cultivator cannot seek justice from the City Lord's Mansion. Seeking revenge from the shop owner for a few spirit stones seems like an overreaction, and in the end he can only pay to learn a lesson.

Xiao Han thought about his previous doubts and felt that Sister Hu would not overcharge him for the magic tuition. Now it seems that his intuition was right.

Fortunately, I didn’t save up money to buy several books at once, otherwise I would be so depressed that I would vomit blood.

Xiao Han, feeling unwilling to give up, could only say: "Look, this book is useless to me. How about I return it to you and give me some paper to write my story book."

After all, the two parties might have long-term cooperation in the future, and Qian Wanshan didn't want to make the relationship too awkward, so he readily took back the book and gave her a large stack of ordinary paper.

Qian Wanshan was halfway through writing the deed when he suddenly remembered something and asked hurriedly, "How are you going to sign this?"

This question really stumped Xiao Han. She was only thinking about how to write the manuscript and hadn't considered the author's pen name yet.

But for this thing, if the pen name doesn't have any special meaning, you can just pick any one.

He immediately said, "My brother said that we should give it a nickname, called 'Wandering in Different Time and Space'"

Xiao Han felt a sympathy for this pen name, but Qian Wanshan naturally didn't know its true meaning. Few writers would use their real names; most used aliases, and they used all sorts of names.

After signing the contract to write the storybook, Xiao Han carefully carried a cloth bag containing forty spirit stones and a large stack of paper and went to the grocery store.

If spirit stones and spirit beads are left in a place that cannot lock the spirit for a long time, the spiritual energy will slowly dissipate. After the spiritual energy has dissipated, the surface of the spirit stone and spirit beads will become gray and dull. Such spirit stones and spirit beads are like damaged coins, and the store will not accept them.

The storage bag is a space-type magic tool that some low-level poor monks cannot afford, let alone mortals.

Therefore, a kind of leather bag made of low-level monster skin appeared. This leather bag has the effect of locking spirits, and is used as a money bag by mortals and poor monks who cannot afford storage bags.

The leather bag Xiao Han had used before was a relatively small one given to her by Jiang Yaohua. It could only hold a few hundred spirit beads or a dozen spirit stones.

Now that I have forty spirit stones, that leather bag is no longer enough.

I spent three spirit stones and bought a big leather bag.

Of the forty spirit stones, only thirty-seven remained. If she paid off Sister Hu's debt, her life would still be tight, with only porridge to eat.

No matter what, it is always a happy thing to change the assets of more than 200 spirit beads into more than 20 spirit stones.

After relaxing, Xiao Han realized that his stomach was growling with hunger.

I simply bought a few more Lingmian buns and ate them while walking on the road.

After returning home, he put away the bag of spirit stones and immediately started writing at his desk.

Now, she had the mortal children in the village chop all the firewood she needed. Although she was still broke, spending a few spirit beads to save a lot of time was still worth it to her.

The next day, Xiao Han went to Grandma Yuan's place to catch insect eggs. Grandma Yuan was very happy to learn that her storybook had been bought by the bookstore. She told her that she could only work half a day in the morning and write the storybook at home in the afternoon.

However, the manuscripts Xiao Han wrote every day must be brought to her for her to see first.

Xiao Han happily agreed.

Then, when she entered the orchard, she realized that she now had help.

Granny Yuan hired two mortal boys, aged eleven or twelve, as temporary workers to help Xiao Han search for insect eggs. Once they found an egg, they simply pointed it out to Xiao Han, who would then use the entanglement technique to roll it down.

The two young boys, almost as tall as Xiao Han, couldn't hide their envy when they saw Xiao Han sweep the insect eggs off the fruit tree with a single blow of magic.

Without spiritual roots, they are destined to have no chance of becoming immortals.

With four more eyes searching, we finished work early today.

Before leaving, Granny Yuan took a handful of spiritual vegetables and gave them to Xiao Han, asking her to go home and fry them.

Xiao Han didn't even have an iron wok for cooking, and didn't want to buy one for the time being, so he decided to go back and cook some vegetable porridge.

For her now, nothing is more urgent than saving money to buy a new house.

Ever since she started meditating and practicing with Grandma Yuan, she found it increasingly difficult to tolerate the thin spiritual energy in the mortal area.