The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 122 - 90: Foundation Establishment Pill_2

Chapter 122: Chapter 90: Foundation Establishment Pill_2

It’s worth mentioning that in this mutual market, it’s not only common people who meander through, but there are also many cultivators in long robes lingering or setting up stalls. Clearly, the large number of merchant teams attracted by this tea gathering have brought with them quite a few treasures, making it necessary for the cultivators to come here to hunt for goods. Of course, most of them are either loose cultivators without a sect or low-level disciples from nearby Immortal Sects. They usually trade using spirit stones as currency, and on the rare occasion that they accept silver, the prices they demand are exorbitantly high.

Ning Xiaoxian quickly browsed around and did find a few nice things, but unfortunately, with her purse feeling painfully thin, she could only start by spending some silver to rent a stall. This stall served not only for selling items but also for purchasing materials. She wrote a few things on a sign and sat down beside it, imitating Jiang Taigong fishing.

Only a short while had passed when Changtian suddenly said, "A customer is heading our way."

She looked up but didn’t see anyone approaching.

"There’s a little cultivator over there who has passed by your stall for the third time now; it looks like he has something he wants to sell."

Before he finished speaking, sure enough, someone approached. "It’s written here that you’re seeking to buy Spirit Rice seeds." A young cultivator in his twenties pointed at her sign and said, "I have eighty Dream Millet seeds here, will you buy them?" He produced a small cloth bag from his chest, opened it, and let Ning Xiaoxian take a brief glance inside.

Lucky for her sharp eyesight, with that quick peek, she roughly made out the contents. Inside lay tiny, round seeds resembling those of Huaxia’s millet, but their color was a deep red, almost like that of agate. "I didn’t see clearly. Hand it over, and I’ll take a closer look," she said. The angle just now was not right; the Demon Eye couldn’t see it properly.

The young cultivator hesitated for a moment before handing over the bag, whispering, "Please don’t pour them out for inspection." He appeared to be a bit sneaky.

Ning Xiaoxian nodded, pretending to examine it closely, holding the bag up to her chest for quite a while until Changtian said, "That’s enough," and then she made an offer: "Fifty spirit stones."

The young cultivator was astonished, "These are fourth-grade Spirit Rice seeds, how can they only be worth fifty spirit stones?" The various Immortal Sects have a long history of cultivating Spirit Rice, and have established a set of standards based on the amount of spiritual energy contained in the rice, dividing it into five grades. The Cloud Fragrant Rice that Ning Xiaoxian had always eaten was fifth-grade Spirit Rice. This Dream Millet belonged to fourth-grade Spirit Rice, obviously a grade higher than Cloud Fragrant Rice.

She shook her head and said, "I know this is fourth-grade Spirit Rice. But these grains are not full, clearly lacking in spiritual energy, not up to the fourth-grade standard. Some seeds are even bad, shriveled up, and simply unusable. My offer of fifty spirit stones is already very generous."

Exposed by her scrutiny, the cultivator was a bit embarrassed, and after a moment, he said in a low voice, "Give ten more spirit stones then, I have my eye on something, and I just need sixty spirit stones for it." He then took two Fu, Fire Talismans, from his chest, "Take these two Fiery Fire Talismans to make up the difference."

Ning Xiaoxian pondered for a moment, actually listening to Changtian’s words. He approved of the deal: "Fourth-grade seeds are fine, it doesn’t matter if the spiritual power isn’t full. Just plant them in the soil and they will increase tenfold in potency."

As for the origin of the spirit stones on Ning Xiaoxian, when they captured the Bat King Wo Tou, Changtian found four hundred spirit stones on him, and this was the first time they were spent. Looting has always been one of the quickest ways to wealth.

And so the deal was done. Ning Xiaoxian had originally worried that the Spirit Rice seeds would be the most difficult to obtain, as each Immortal Sect treasured its own resources and guarded them jealously, yet surprisingly, she closed her first deal just like that, feeling quite elated. However, after the cultivator received the spirit stones, he hurriedly turned and walked away, as if being chased by a ghost, which made her feel a slight blow to her self-respect. Did she, Granny, look so scary with green-faced fangs that she frightened him?

Changtian barely held back a laugh and said, "This little ghost is quite interesting, daring to trade the Spirit Rice seeds that are strictly forbidden from being leaked by his sect. It seems he really is in a dire need of money. Looking at his secretive manner, I wonder how he will cultivate his Dao Heart in the future."

They watched as the little cultivator swiftly approached another stall, decisively using spirit stones to obtain a phoenix hairpin, presumably something he had long set his heart on. The hairpin was finely crafted and emitted a faint Red Light, clearly also a protective Magic Artifact. Ning Xiaoxian realized what was happening, and since there were people around, she dared only to whisper with a laugh, "To win a beauty’s smile, he dares to spend all he has. This little fellow has prospects."

Normal straight men would not choose such a Magic Artifact to keep with them; this phoenix hairpin was clearly intended as a gift for a woman. The little cultivator, despite the risk of breaking his sect’s rules, had sold the Spirit Rice distributed by his sect, showing long-held affection for someone special. She sighed softly, "Such a romantic notion."

"Romantic? What is that?" Changtian frowned slightly, not understanding the meaning of these two words, but he caught the envious tone in her words and thought to himself that it was no big deal: "This little ghost is in a bad position in his sect; that woman may not wish to follow him."

She rolled her eyes; do divine beasts and demons all have such a simplistic view of relationships, only distinguishing between ’following’ and ’not following’? "How do you know he’s not well off?"

Changtian scoffed, "These Spirit Rice grains are of poor quality, inferior stock. Getting such rice means he’s not well-regarded among his peers of the same rank in the sect; and he’s selling the rice because he’s short of money. With no status and no money in the sect, tsk tsk, women in this world are naturally opportunistic; I think it’s going to be tough for him to use that hairpin to get paired. What a waste of his decent Spirit Root."

Her heart skipped a beat, "women in this world are naturally opportunistic," as if he knew women well. Considering the tens of thousands of years of his history that were blank to her, it wasn’t excessive to let her imagination run wild. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it at qidian.com with recommendation tickets and Monthly Tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)