Lonely Immortal

Zhao Tieqing and Old Li stood up after seeing the two men coming in. The short and fat old man's words made Old Li very angry. Fortunately, Zhao Tieqing stopped him, otherwise it seemed that Old Li would have to fight with the short and fat old man. The two of them were both at the fourth level of Qi Refining, and they might not be able to get any advantage in a fight. Besides, fighting is not allowed in Feixian City. In addition, this is the territory of the black market, so don't provoke the patrol team, otherwise it will be troublesome.

"Old man Chen, don't go too far. What are you doing here?" Although Zhao Tieqing stopped Old Li, his cultivation was relatively low, and he didn't have the courage to shout too loudly.

"We came here to inform you that the time we agreed to bet is coming soon. I don't know if you are ready, haha..." The man with a goatee said sarcastically.

This person's cultivation level is only the third level of Qi Refining, which is the same as Zhao Tieqing's. However, this level of cultivation is normal in Feixian City. There are many people like Zhao Tieqing who have the third level of Qi Refining. After all, he has no talent for cultivation, and there are not enough resources. It is good for Zhao Tieqing to have the third level of Qi Refining at his age. So Zhao Tieqing was a little surprised when he saw Zhang Zhiwen for the first time. Now that he has broken through to the fourth level of Qi Refining, he knows that Zhang Zhiwen is unusual.

"Lin Wei, don't be so arrogant here. You are a traitor. I will beat you to death!" Old Li was furious when he saw the man with a goatee talking. This man was his former alchemist.

Seeing that Old Li looked very fierce, Lin Wei sneered a few times and said nothing more.

"Old Li, stop showing off here. I just want to ask you if you still dare to bet. Hey, isn't it just to see who can make the better-selling spiritual pill? Is this difficult for you?" The short and fat old man, that is, Old Chen, looked like he was sure of winning.

Old Li suddenly felt guilty. He couldn't find an alchemist now. He couldn't help but look at Zhang Zhiwen, but Zhang Zhiwen seemed to have seen nothing.

But Old Chen was sharp-eyed. He seemed to see the clues, so he pointed at Zhang Zhiwen: "I say, Old Li, your alchemist is not him, right?"

Old Li didn't say anything, because Zhang Zhiwen didn't agree to this matter just now, how could he have the nerve to say anything nonsense.

Old man Chen came over and looked at Zhang Zhiwen carefully: "Tsk tsk, your cultivation is good, but you are still young, right? Little brother, can you make pills?"

The man with a goatee, that is, Lin Wei, also came over: "Hey, little brother, even if you can make pills, I advise you not to get involved in this kind of thing. This old Li is not a good guy. He likes to exploit others!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Old Li was angry again.

But Zhang Zhiwen raised his head, glanced at them indifferently, and said: "I am not an alchemist. I have no interest in your affairs. Goodbye!"

After Zhang Zhiwen finished speaking, he stood up and left, and naturally heard all kinds of ridicule from old man Chen and Lin Wei to old Li and others behind him, but what does this have to do with Zhang Zhiwen?

If it was just selling pills, Zhang Zhiwen thought it was okay. He could occasionally sell one or two to Zhao Tieqing and the others, but he didn't want to do it if the quantity was too large. In the current situation, it was even more impossible. Why should he get involved in the internal conflicts of their black market for no reason? Is he idle?

Besides, now that the seeds of the spiritual cultivation fruit are in hand, he just needs to cultivate the spiritual cultivation fruit with peace of mind, and then take the spiritual cultivation fruit to Yiwu Hall to see the situation. If he can get the pill formula, it would be great.

So Zhang Zhiwen returned to his residence and entered the Immortal Mansion.

The Immortal Mansion was the same as before. Several solitary immortal grasses were still in the field. Zhang Zhiwen pulled out the solitary immortal grass. The solitary immortal grass had completed its mission and there was no need to continue planting it, so he put it away for the time being.

After finishing the Lonely Immortal Grass, he scattered the seeds of the Cultivating Spiritual Fruit in the soil, and then took out a low-grade spiritual stone, crushed it and scattered it in the soil. Soon, spiritual power began to flow into the seeds of the Cultivating Spiritual Fruit, and the seeds began to sprout instantly. The buds were tender green, and they kept rising at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then they began to slowly grow. Zhang Zhiwen was a little surprised by this change, because this Cultivating Spiritual Fruit was actually a tree. The Lonely Immortal Grass was a grass before. This tree is still small now, but the appearance of the sapling is very clear, so the spiritual power consumption is very large.

Sure enough, after a low-grade spiritual stone went down, the sapling of the Cultivating Spiritual Fruit, that is, the Cultivating Spiritual Tree, was almost only the thickness of a finger. If the wind blew a little stronger, it would probably fall down.

Zhang Zhiwen felt that something was wrong. He only had nine low-grade spiritual stones left now, and he didn't know if he could get three Cultivating Spiritual Fruits. For the Lonely Immortal Grass, that was enough, but he had never tried the Cultivating Spiritual Fruit.

But at this point, there was no other way. He could only continue to sprinkle the spiritual stone powder, and the spiritual cultivation tree continued to grow. This time, the trunk was only a little bigger and taller, and it was still very far from blooming and bearing fruit. This made Zhang Zhiwen feel bad. If this spiritual cultivation fruit was cultivated in this way, his remaining eight low-grade spiritual stones might only be enough to cultivate one spiritual cultivation fruit.

What can this spiritual cultivation fruit do? Refine the pill? But if you refine the pill, you don’t know what the success rate is. What if the success rate is very low?

Another thing is that he doesn’t have the pill formula now. It seems that there is no way to solve this problem.

Zhang Zhiwen was a little hesitant. He still had eight low-grade spirit stones in his hand. These spirit stones were very useful. If he used them all up at once, it would be difficult to get more spirit stones in the future.

If he could only cultivate one spirit-cultivating fruit, it seemed useless. Should he eat it directly? Or sell it?

But he didn't know if anyone would buy this spirit-cultivating fruit, and what would be the appropriate selling price?

This series of questions gave Zhang Zhiwen a headache. After all, he still had too few spirit stones in his hand, but now he had no place to get more spirit stones.

Zhang Zhiwen calculated that if the success rate of refining spirit-cultivating pills was two levels, one level lower than refining spiritual energy powder, then one spirit-cultivating fruit could only produce two spirit-cultivating pills, and the price of two spirit-cultivating pills was forty low-grade spirit stones, and the cost was definitely not less than ten spirit stones, because Zhang Zhiwen didn't know what other medicines were. If other medicines were also expensive, it would be a bit troublesome, but the price was probably okay. The most worrying thing was that it would be difficult to get some medicines.

Zhang Zhiwen couldn't help but feel a little emotional. It was really difficult to cultivate immortality alone. All resources needed to be collected by oneself, and there were many difficulties. The recipe alone was difficult to get, and then there were the medicinal materials, etc., many problems.

However, at this time, he suddenly felt something, so he withdrew from the immortal mansion.

He took a jade ring from his waist. This jade ring was a small thing of the immortal family, which could be used to contact other people. This thing was given to him by Zhao Tieqing before he left, hoping to keep in touch with Zhang Zhiwen.

Zhang Zhiwen didn't need to refuse. Anyway, he might contact Zhao Tieqing. After all, he might buy and sell things with him in the future.

Zhang Zhiwen took the jade ring and injected spiritual power into it. He immediately knew the information. It was Zhao Tieqing who asked him to meet in Dengtian City. It was very urgent.

Zhang Zhiwen thought about it and got up and went out. He decided to meet him. Zhao Tieqing had helped him a little. At least the seeds were given by them, which was a favor. Otherwise, he would have to spend a high price to buy dried spiritual fruits to get seeds, which was a waste of resources.

Not long after, Zhang Zhiwen came to Dengtian City and met Zhao Tieqing again. In fact, they had not been apart for long, less than half a day. It was mainly because Zhang Zhiwen went back and came back, so it was inevitable that he was delayed on the road.

Seeing Zhang Zhiwen, Zhao Tieqing hurried over: "Hey, brother Zhiwen, you have to help me this time no matter what."

Zhao Tieqing came up and begged hard. Zhang Zhiwen certainly knew what he was doing, but he didn't expect that Old Li had been a little depressed and was going to fight with others. This was a bit troublesome. Once they fought, both sides would inevitably suffer.

But Zhang Zhiwen really didn't intend to get involved in their affairs.

But Zhao Tieqing came up and handed Zhang Zhiwen a purse, and then begged: "Brother Zhiwen, you have to help me no matter what. Here are 20 low-grade spirit stones as betrothal money, and more money will be added later. You can ask the senior to help you no matter what, otherwise we really can't stay here any longer!"

This black market, as long as something happens, it will spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred. The bet between Old Li and Old Chen is known to the whole black market. Since Old Li agreed, he must fight. If he loses, he will definitely not be able to survive in Feixian City.

However, Zhang Zhiwen really didn't want to participate in this kind of thing, but the other party actually stuffed 20 low-grade spirit stones to him, which made Zhang Zhiwen a little tempted. If he took the spirit stones, he would immediately have three spiritual cultivation fruits.

"No, I'm not sure whether the senior can refine the spiritual cultivation pill." Zhang Zhiwen was still a little hesitant.

Seeing him like this, Zhao Tieqing was also stunned, but he immediately said: "Senior must know, why don't you go and ask?"

"This..."

Zhang Zhiwen showed an embarrassment, and then said, "Then why don't you make a pill formula for me? If senior doesn't know, you can also use the pill formula to refine it, right?"

"Hey, brother Zhiwen, if there is a pill formula, why are there so few alchemists? Aren't there a lot of alchemists in Feixian City?" Zhao Tieqing said helplessly.

Zhang Zhiwen suddenly understood after hearing this. It's true. He really didn't think of this. He was looking for a pill formula everywhere, but this pill formula is obviously extremely precious, comparable to the practice method, and some pill formulas are even more valuable than the practice method, or they are out of stock!

"This..."

Zhang Zhiwen was embarrassed again. He didn't have a pill formula, how could he agree to the other party? Even if he really needed these 20 low-grade spirit stones, he couldn't just agree to it, right?

"Brother Zhiwen, I know you are in a difficult situation. So, these 20 low-grade spirit stones will be your hard work fee. I will discuss the betrothal fee with Old Li, but it will definitely not be low. As long as the senior is willing to help, we will provide medicinal materials for free. We don't ask for a certain success rate, as long as the pill can be produced. In addition, we can also give 80% commission, and the other 20% will be our cost. What do you think?" Zhao Tieqing said a lot of benefits in one breath, which really made Zhang Zhiwen a little tempted.

Just imagine, even if Zhang Zhiwen gets the pill formula now, he doesn't know what the success rate is, but the other party can provide medicinal materials for free. How much money can this save? And as long as the success rate is only half, it is almost the same as giving it away for free.

That means the other party only takes half of the spiritual pill from ten furnaces, and one from twenty furnaces. The extra one belongs to Zhang Zhiwen, and he gets a high commission from selling it. As for how much it sells for, it should be no less than fifteen spiritual stones, right? This black market can't be more expensive than Zhao's medicine shop, right? But fifteen pills actually make a profit, but Zhang Zhiwen gets 80%. Just imagine how much this 80% is worth?