Longevity Gu Dao: Start From Refining Infatuation Gu

Chapter 81: Selling Grain at the Price of Gold, Steady as Zhou Sui

In the evening.

Many independent cultivators returned from the city center with their heads down, empty-handed and extremely frustrated.

"What's going on? Did you also fail to buy grain?" someone asked.

"Buy? Forget it. Most of the shops are closed now, and there's no one doing business. Even with spirit stones, you can't buy grain," a gray-robed cultivator cursed, full of anger.

He had never experienced such a thing in his life.

"It's really exaggerated. How can there be no grain? Are we, as cultivators, really going to starve to death?" someone said in distress.

"Ah, you don't know how outrageous the price of grain is now. It changes three times a day," a white-robed cultivator said, trembling with fear.

In the morning, he could barely afford to buy rice, but he thought it was too expensive, so he didn't buy it.

Who would have known that the price doubled at noon, and even if he increased the price tenfold in the evening, no one would sell it to him.

"Isn't it? I wanted to exchange a low-grade Law Weapon for grain, but I found out that a low-grade Law Weapon can only be exchanged for thirty catties of spirit rice. They won't even look at you if you offer more," someone said.

"This is ridiculous. How can a low-grade Law Weapon only be exchanged for thirty catties of spirit rice? Are these spirit rice made of Foundation Building Pills? Why are they so expensive? It's outrageous," another person said.

"That's nothing. Someone tried to exchange a Yellow Dragon Pill for rice, but no one would do it."

"Damn it, when did spirit rice become more expensive than pills? It's ridiculous."

"There's nothing we can do. Goods are valuable. Those despicable demonic cultivators burned our Misty Cloud City's grain storage, so there's not much spirit rice left in the city."

"Yes, pills can't be eaten as food, and they can't fill our stomachs. Now spirit rice is worth more than pills."

"Heh, I don't believe that all the spirit rice was burned. There must be a lot stored away."

"Indeed, there is still a lot of spirit rice in storage bags, but these people are hoarding it and refuse to sell it. Instead, they raise the prices to make a killing. They clearly want to bleed us dry and make a fortune."

"These unscrupulous merchants deserve to die. Misty Cloud City is on the verge of famine, and they still raise the price of spirit rice. They obviously want us to starve to death."

"If it really comes to that, let's fight Immortal Mist Sect to the end. I'd rather break the formation of Misty Cloud City than starve to death here."

Many independent cultivators discussed heatedly, their faces extremely ugly.

They had thought that going to the city center might give them a chance to buy grain.

But who could have expected that due to the shortage of food, the price of grain would skyrocket to an outrageous level.

Many independent cultivators couldn't afford spirit rice anymore and were so poor that they could only eat dirt.

There is basically no spirit rice circulating in the market now, even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it.

Some cultivators were becoming more daring. If Immortal Mist Sect really went too far, they would rather fight them than starve to death in Misty Cloud City.

But for now, they hadn't pushed these independent cultivators to the brink yet. Some people still had some grain left in their storage bags, barely enough to support them for a while.

...

At this moment, inside a house.

The table was filled with various dishes, fragrant and abundant, with a wide variety of supplies.

It was a stark contrast to the cultivators outside.

Zhou Sui, Mu Ziyan, Ji Bingyu, Xia Jingyan, and others also sensed the situation outside. Obviously, the shortage of rice and meat was even more severe than they had imagined.

Many independent cultivators are in a state of hunger, and their temperaments are quite irritable.

They are not like those ordinary people in secular society, but cultivators who have gained power.

If these cultivators were to revolt, it would definitely cause considerable destruction.

"Master, the cultivators outside are lacking food and meat, and the prices are extremely high. We have stored so much grain. Why don't we take this opportunity to sell it at a high price and make a big profit?"

Mu Ziyan admitted that she was a little tempted. Dozens of pounds of spiritual rice could actually be exchanged for a Law Weapon or a Yellow Dragon Pill. Such a good deal had never happened before.

It's like exchanging a bowl of rice for a piece of gold, which is really lucrative.

It's hard not to think about selling food at a high price.

If we do some business, wouldn't we easily earn tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones?

"No, we can't make money like this."

Zhou Sui waved his hand. "When it comes to profitable business, is there anything more profitable than the business of selling spirit wine? Transforming ordinary wine into spirit wine is a hundredfold profit. We don't lack spirit stones now.

Once we start selling food on a large scale, even if we are cautious, we will definitely be noticed, and other cultivators will also know that we may have stored a large amount of food.

They know about this, but they won't be grateful or want to trade with us. Instead, they will only have one thought, which is to rob us of our food.

Why can those family cultivators do such profitable food business? It's because they have enough strength. Even if faced with a cultivator revolt, they can easily suppress it. We don't have this ability.

Of course, if those independent cultivators want to exchange some precious treasures with us, then we can engage in small-scale exchanges. If it's not a treasure, then there's no need at all."

Although this business would definitely allow them to earn a large number of spirit stones and become rich overnight, they didn't have the strength to control such a lucrative business.

Once their whereabouts were exposed, they would definitely be besieged by the independent cultivators.

For the sake of a few spirit stones, putting oneself in danger is completely a case of losing more than gaining.

"You're right, Master. Just the business of selling spirit wine alone is enough to make us rich. There's no need to take risks. Our most important goal now is safety, to act low-key and be transparent."

Ji Bingyu nodded, also agreeing with this point.

"Indeed, we don't need to take risks."

Xia Jingyan also agreed with this point. Her husband's actions were really cautious, always taking every step carefully.

Even though she had now become a Qi Refining seventh layer cultivator, her character hadn't changed.

But this cautious character also brought her a great sense of security.

Before, she also knew some fellow cultivators, and basically, their husbands often went on adventures in the wilderness, hunting and killing demonic beasts. As a result, there was an accident, and their husbands died, leaving behind only widowed female cultivators.

This was the outcome of conflicts, and such things were not uncommon.

"It seems like you've all eaten and drunk enough these days."

"You're actually starting to think about these miscellaneous things."

"Wait and see, I'll teach you all a lesson."

Zhou Sui waved his hand.

"Master."

Hearing this, Mu Ziyan's legs trembled, as if she had thought of something, her pretty face blushing.

"Okay, Master, I'll come over soon."

Ji Bingyu giggled, her eyes seductive as she looked at Zhou Sui.

"Hmph, little man, I want to see how you'll teach me."

Xia Jingyan provocatively looked at Zhou Sui.

After a while, the room was filled with spring scenery, with figures swaying, paying no attention to the outside disturbances.

(End of this chapter)