Seeking Immortality In The Cultivation World

He saw his neighbor, the butcher Zhou, who had just lost his Daoist companion this morning.

Here, this person was unexpectedly standing on the large cauldron outside the steward hall, one hand on his waist, and the other pointing down at the nearly one hundred stewards patrolling the hall, cursing loudly.

"Purple Cloud Sect, I have risked my life for you for decades, and now all I want is to peacefully marry a concubine and have children. But what are you doing?"

"The rent for the twenty middle-grade spirit stones hasn't decreased by a single piece. What happened to the promise of ensuring the safety of the Fellow Daoists in the Protection District? Did you forget about it?"

"For how many days, how many years, have innocent Fellow Daoists died by the banks of the Pan Chang River? Have you not seen it? Are you blind?"

"Dog shit!"

"Return the life of my concubine, punish the murderer, disband the patrol team!"

"Purple Cloud Sect must give an explanation!"

"I also ask all Fellow Daoists to reason with them. Have they ever treated us Independent Cultivators as human beings?"

The onlookers looked at this person in horror.

Although they all had grievances, not a single person dared to voice their support.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, please come down! At worst, you can marry another concubine!"

"Senior Zhou, please think twice. It's just a concubine. Why go to such lengths?"

...

"Damn, this is true love, a role model for us!"

Lin Xiu was about to rush up and pull this person down from the cauldron.

But he hesitated and looked up.

There was a man in a green robe standing on the wall of the steward hall, his face now also turning green, and the pure white law wheel behind his head seemed to be turning green as well.

This was a sign of extreme anger.

Lin Xiu quietly retreated from the Fellow Daoists who were watching the excitement and slipped into the Treasure Pavilion like a fish.

"Ah, Senior Zhou, I wish you good luck!"

With the appearance of the Gold Core, he had no chance of stopping his neighbor who had already lost his sanity.

Back in the fitting room, he took out a hat and put it on, concealing his cultivation level, and then entered the auction hall below the Treasure Pavilion.

The seats were already full of people. Many people had great expectations for this pre-New Year auction, especially those in the late Qi Refining stage of Independent Cultivators.

Because today, there would be Foundation Building Pills.

A Foundation Building Pill was worth at least fifty high-grade spirit stones and guaranteed a thirty percent success rate in Foundation Building.

The temptation was great, but it was also really expensive.

But if you think about it, even if you ignore the powerful cultivation after Foundation Building, just the fact that it could increase your lifespan to two hundred years, no one could ignore its existence.

Lin Xiu couldn't ignore it either.

After this year, he would be forty-six years old.

And since reaching the sixth level of Qi Refining, his experience was terrifyingly high. It had been almost a year, and the experience bar seemed to never catch up to that number, just barely passing the halfway mark.

This was the difference between the mid-stage and the late stage, requiring a lot of accumulation.

Lin Xiu looked at the three rich men who had taken away the only three pills with envy, along with some other Independent Cultivators wearing masks.

After a few more rounds, he saw a formation disk.

Second-grade high-grade, "Hidden Needle in Cotton," defensive with offensive capabilities.

Just like a steel needle hidden in a cotton ball, it seemed soft and fluffy, but if you dared to touch it, you would be injured by its attack.

It started at ten high-grade spirit stones and was taken by someone at twenty-one.

He sighed and turned to leave.

Now he had already saved up eight high-grade spirit stones. After safely passing another year, it seemed that he would no longer need them.

The second floor of the Treasure Pavilion also sold this kind of formation disk, but the price was higher, completely beyond the reach of Independent Cultivators in the Qi Refining stage.

Early spring always seemed to be a perpetual state, tasting tea, reading books, daydreaming.

A calm temperament, gentle as water.

Lin Xiu always felt that this person had something on his mind, but he didn't dare to ask.

After submitting this month's talisman task, Early Spring suddenly looked up.

"Are you bidding on the formation disk for the sake of your wives at home?"

Lin Xiu bowed, "Senior Chu, now that the city center is also safe, do you have any other methods? There really are no spirit stones."

Chu Chun looked at Lin Xiu, who was bowing on the ground, and his eyes flickered.

"Don't underestimate the treasure sword that Gu Jin Qi specially refined for your wife. Put that sword in the pond in the courtyard to nurture it!"

"This?"

Chu Chun smiled.

"Earth produces gold, gold produces water, the Three Powers Killing Formation!"

Lin Xiu immediately thought of when Gu Jin Qi was refining the Phoenix Cry Sword. He had mentioned that because of a casual line of doggerel he had copied, he would give him a gift.

But he didn't expect that a killing formation would be set up in the sword!

Li Yingxue was not a cultivator, so she naturally couldn't unleash the power of this formation. However, the pond in their courtyard was actually the core of the defensive formation for the entire two-story courtyard!

By placing the sword in it and absorbing spiritual energy, wouldn't it have a similar effect to the formation plate that had just been used?

Lin Xiu expressed his gratitude and made up his mind that if these two ever needed help in the future and he was capable of providing it, he would repay this favor.

As he was about to leave the building, Chu Chun suddenly sighed softly.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou is dead..."

Lin Xiu's footsteps paused as he thought about his wife's madness standing on the cauldron and angrily accusing the Purple Cloud Sect. He also sighed.

"Holding hands with you, growing old together, if things don't go well, we'll be buried together."

"Fellow Daoist Zhou... was a real man!"

Butcher Zhou, Fellow Daoist Zhou, was killed by the Hall of Officials in the name of offending the sect. His forehead was pierced, and his body was hung on the cauldron for a month as a public display.

In this world where strength was respected, having a low cultivation level was a crime, and very few people would reason with you.

Lin Xiu bowed respectfully to the corpse from a distance and turned to leave.

Qian Family's old shop.

He handed over the extra one hundred high-grade talismans to Qian, the shopkeeper, and received twenty medium-grade spirit stones.

This was pure profit. The materials were provided by the Treasure Pavilion, which gave him the confidence of a sixty percent success rate.

"Brother Qian, there are still twenty days until your esteemed shopkeeper's annual banquet. I wonder what preparations I need to make."

Qian, the shopkeeper, smiled with his eyes narrowed.

"With your guidance, our Qian Family not only didn't suffer any losses in this round of price wars, but we also have customers flooding in. Your presence will be the best gift!"

Lin Xiu glanced at the current Qian Family's old shop, feeling a sense of familiarity.

Almost every counter was covered with colorful papers for clearance sales, resembling certain street shops in another world.

Actually, he didn't want to attend this gathering. After all, he had to step out of the city he hadn't left for twenty years, and he felt somewhat uneasy.

...

Back at the doorstep of his home, his wives and Ji Ning were all standing inside the defensive formation at the entrance of the courtyard, but their gazes were directed elsewhere.

"Husband, Fellow Daoist Zhou's wife has already beheaded the enemy under the ancient tree by the Pan Chang River."

Qin Yawen leaned against Li Yingxue's shoulder with tears in her eyes.

Lin Xiu looked into the distance and indeed saw a group of people gathered around the ancient tree, with a strand of beautiful hair scattered on the dazzling snow.

His brows furrowed as a thought formed in his mind.

"Don't look, you three go inside. I need to have a meeting!"

"Huh?"

The three women looked puzzled, especially the wives, who exchanged curious glances.

Whenever Lin Xiu mentioned "having a meeting," it could mean something else.

Why did Ji Ning come along this time?

Had they already reached an understanding?

Ji Ning was bewildered by their stares and was led back to the building by the two wives, who were burning with curiosity.