I'm A Late Bloomer And I'm Immortal.

Chapter 10 012: Fish seller on Jiupeng Street

The first night of arriving at the coveted Immortal Cultivation World.

Chen Dengming, the famous Nanxun Sword King in the Jianghu of Nanxun Kingdom, slept in the open air and spent the night huddled under the eaves of a house in a shantytown.

In the early morning of the next day, a beauty who had not returned home all night came back with yawning. She even took pity on him and put the leftover food at his feet.

Chen Dengming suddenly woke up from his half-sleep and half-cultivation state. He looked blankly at the meal packed with oil paper in front of his feet, and heard a soft and tired female voice behind him.

"After eating this meal, I haven't had another meal~~My life is also miserable."

When he turned around, he only saw a beautiful figure entering the door, and the door on the side closed with a bang.

What a good girl!

But he is not a beggar, he is just a new arrival and has no money to rent a house.

Although Chen Dengming felt a little depressed in his heart, there was a rumbling sound in his stomach. He opened the oil paper bag and took a look.

Although the food inside was cold, it actually contained some spiritual energy fluctuations, which instantly softened his original resistance.

"What conditions? This woman doesn't seem to be a monk, but she can actually afford food with spiritual energy?"

Chen Dengming murmured in his heart, but he could pick it up and put it down. He rubbed his face and quickly ate. After he was full, he had to try to catch the spiritual fish.

Otherwise, if you can't earn money to rent a house, it will be difficult to study Taoism and practice with peace of mind.

As for other options such as practicing in the wild, or selling Qingling Pills, Chen Dengming doesn't want to try it as a last resort. The so-called hidden dragon should not be used. There are some survival methods, and you have to familiarize yourself with the situation before making a decision.

He kept telling himself in his mind that this was already the Immortal Cultivation World. If he wanted to get ahead, he had to keep a calm mind. Don't think that just because you have Goldfinger, you can be arrogant and complacent.

Because this is a world of cultivation with extremely cruel reality. Killing and being killed couldn't be simpler. The class between immortals and mortals is more obvious and more terrifying than all the classes in the past.

Soon, several days passed.

Although Chen Dengming experienced some setbacks and did not catch the spirit fish, he also used the Luo family's waist card as collateral to rent some tools and bait for catching spirit fish. The spirit fish did not take the bait, but he also caught a lot of them. Other mortal fish, not to mention their own food and clothing, many miscellaneous fish can be traded with mortals in the gathering place.

This can be considered as making good deals with some mortals in the gathering place.

In this way, he became more familiar with the situation in the gathering place, but he also became a fish seller, nicknamed "the fish seller of the old shed street in the west".

There are thousands of households in the entire Independent Cultivator area, of which the majority are mortals, and there are also many Innate Martial Artists. However, the number of Independent Cultivators in the Qi Refining period only accounts for about 30%.

The resources here are naturally controlled by the monks, and even the right of residence needs to be controlled by the monks who are divided into more than a dozen factions.

If people want to live in an Independent Cultivator gathering place, they have to pay resources.

The channels for obtaining resources can be to help monks plant spiritual rice, dig spiritual grains, go on adventures (such as catching spiritual fish, luring monsters), or like those Innate women. In short, there are many ways.

The advantage of living in the Independent Cultivator gathering place is that it can guarantee a certain degree of safety, at least there is no need to worry about the invasion of monsters in the wild.

Moreover, the Independent Cultivator gathering place is built on an abandoned spiritual vein, and there are still more or less spiritual energy remnants here. For some Innate Martial Artists with extremely poor qualifications, being able to live here is the best practice they can achieve. place.

This day.

It is the fifth day of Immortal Cultivation World.

Early in the morning, Chen Dengming put the fish he caught yesterday at the door of the eaves where these beauties often stay, and then left the gathering place carrying the fishing gear.

The so-called kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring of water.

During these days, he often slept in the open at the door of the beautiful woman who had given him a meal that day. He would also give some of the fish he caught to her for free, which was counted as the cost of staying at the door.

But that beauty was someone who worked at night in the nearby Jinzifang. She was often away from home at night and would only return in the early morning.

As a result, the two often did not see each other, and Chen Dengming was used to it.

On the fifth day, he had basically figured out the movement trajectory of the spirit fish, and had also set up some traps using the rented fishing gear and bait and the stone Gu.

I am somewhat confident that I can catch one or two spiritual fish in exchange for some spiritual grains. At that time, I can redeem my mortgaged waist card, rent a house of my own, and practice peace of mind for a while.

After two sticks of incense.

Chen Dengming arrived at the lake more than ten miles away.

This is a large lake outside the gathering place, and it is also one of the important resources. It is jointly controlled by the two Independent Cultivator forces, Jinzifang and Hutong Street.

It was early in the morning, and the lake was covered with mist. After a rain last night, the water in the lake swelled, making it look greener and deeper.

In the distance, the water waves are slowly pushing toward the lake, with a little white foam and shimmering light. The lush flowers, plants and trees surrounding the lake are a pleasant sight.

Chen Dengming suddenly smelled a trace of blood and rancid smell from the fresh water vapor, and his expression changed slightly.

At this time, he also saw the monks stationed in Jinzifang in front. There were actually two more monks than usual. They all exuded a faint spiritual power. One of them was wearing a robe from Hutong Street and was obviously a more powerful person on the other side.

These monks were all talking together. On the ground beneath their feet lay a corpse exuding a putrid smell of blood. Its surface was entangled with countless weird slimes like spider threads, making it look extremely terrifying.

Sensing Chen Dengming's arrival, a monk over there glanced over and said coldly, "Mortal, there are monsters around here. We are doing business, please stay away."

"Monster?!"

Chen Dengming paused in his steps, and his heart sank when he looked at the body on the ground that was obviously exuding a faint spiritual power.

The one who died was the monk. He had been fishing near here for the past few days and thought that the wild would not be too dangerous during the day.

But now it seems that he is still too optimistic.

"He's here to catch fish. Let him catch it again. Anyway, I haven't seen that beast yet."

At this moment, another old monk from Jinzifang with sparse hair and a goatee said calmly.

Several other monks saw this and had different thoughts. They shook their heads indifferently and continued to discuss and observe the corpses on the ground.

Chen Dengming immediately smiled and clasped his fists, "Forget it, since it's dangerous here, I'll stop fishing and have to change my career."

After saying that, he was about to leave, but a spiritual power enveloped him, making his heart palpitate and he frowned slightly.

"My Jinzifang arranges your errands. If you want to arrest you, you can arrest them. If you don't want to arrest them, then you can change your career?"

The old man with thinning hair stared at Chen Dengming coldly with sharp eyes, as if he felt that he could not embarrass his own power in front of the monks in Hutong Street and prevent him from leaving.

Seeing this, several monks on the side glanced at Chen Dengming with indifferent expressions, and then went back to chatting about their own affairs without taking it seriously.

"Immortal Master!"

Chen Dengming clasped his fists with a smile and wanted to refuse, but the old man snorted coldly, his eyes became dangerous, and the spiritual power on his body began to intensify.

The tree wants to be still but the wind doesn't stop.

"This old guy."

Chen Dengming felt angry, but he immediately lowered his head to prevent the old man from noticing.

The blood centipede in the ear canal was even slightly agitated and filled with murderous intent.

"Junior, of course you must start well and end well!"

Chen Dengming suddenly took a deep breath, his eyes narrowed slightly, he lowered his head and carried the fishing gear, and walked towards the lakeshore opposite the old man and others.

He kept telling himself in his heart.

A man is capable of bending and stretching, and the other party has a large number of people. Now is not the time. If there is a time when he is alone, he will release all the blood in the world, and there is no need to endure it anymore.

But the Blood Centipede Gu didn't seem to listen. The Gu was connected with his mind and noticed his depression. His bloodthirsty desire was constantly amplified, giving him the urge to kill immortals with mortals and trample the stinky faces of cultivators under his feet.

"Chun'er, Centipede, just wait...if you don't take action, that's all. Once you do, you'll be killed with one blow..."

Sensing several spiritual powers from a distance behind him, Chen Dengming tried his best to calm down the blood centipede. Fury without strength is incompetent rage. Only by calmly planning and planning can the weak defeat the strong. He quickly guessed the old man's intention.

Could he be used as bait to lure the so-called murderous monster to appear?

If so, what favorable factors does he have that he can quickly take advantage of?

…

My Brother Ming’s fist is so hard that I can’t bear it anymore, and I can’t bear it anymore either. I’ll work tomorrow: Blood Centipede, I want to eat fish! Get a monthly pass!

(End of chapter)