Chapter 55: Ending
"Well, your qualifications are pretty good."
In the Huang family mansion, Sanquezi, who is quite prominent in the local spiritual world, and Ma Tishu, the immortal with a sage look, sat upright, twirling his elegant beard with one hand and holding Jiang Xia's wrist with the other, like an old Chinese doctor taking a pulse.
Eyes half closed.
A stream of warmth and water energy emanated from Sanquezi's raised fingertips and traveled around Jiangxia's body meridians.
The three sparrows seemed to be sensing something, and said slowly:
"The Dantian is intact, the heart is full, the Yuan Yang is not lost, and although the sea of consciousness is not open, the Shenting is also strong. It is not difficult to draw spiritual energy into the body."
These words made Jiang Xia smile more.
Then, he felt a slight change in the energy that Sanquezi sent into his body.
From being as gentle as water, it became more explosive, making Jiang Xia feel like he was on fire.
But the next moment everything became calm and comfortable again.
Before Jiang Xia could say anything, the spiritual energy changed again, from ethereal to thick, and finally turned into a sharp energy, wrapping around his body.
These five changes seem to represent five forms of aura.
The first four were fine, but when it came to the last sharp change, Jiang Xia suddenly felt a rush of heat, making him feel like he was about to spread his wings and fly.
The body also began to tremble rapidly .
It's not painful.
Instead, there is an indescribable sense of comfort.
"Huh? Gold spiritual roots? That's rare."
There was even more surprise in Sanquezi's eyes.
He retracted his fingers and dispersed his spiritual energy. Seeing Jiang Xia's confusion, he explained:
“The talents of the human race in this world are all kinds of strange and varied, and there are no less than a thousand kinds. There are also theories of fate, numerology, and astrology. This cultivator is not very good at face reading.
It can only be measured by the most basic natural law and the five elements.
The spiritual roots of all cultivators can generally be divided into five types: gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, and there are also some rare special spiritual roots.
If one practices the appropriate technique, one can progress extremely quickly. However, in the area surrounding our Fengming country, because it is close to the Southern Wilderness and the earth veins are distorted, most of the human cultivators born here have wood or water spiritual roots.
Some also have dual or even triple spiritual roots and can practice two or three techniques simultaneously.
But it’s not necessarily a good thing.
In short, your golden spiritual roots are quite pure, with few impurities.
It’s rare indeed.”
Jiang Xia nodded, and asked with joy:
"That means I am a rare genius in cultivation, right?"
"puff"
Sanquezi was stunned by these words and almost spit out the tea in his mouth. The old monk looked at Jiang Xia with a strange expression and thought to himself that this mortal has no shame!
Bah, shameless.
How can you praise yourself like this?
He shook his head and explained patiently:
"You think too much, little friend.
How can it be so easy to obtain the qualifications of a genius in cultivation? I just said that the qualification is very complicated. In addition to the five elements of spiritual roots, it also depends on astrology and numerology.
But even if I don’t look at it now, I have made a conclusion.”
He shook his head and said:
“My friend, you have some talent, but it’s just better than ordinary people. If you were in Sanque Mountain, you could barely be an inner sect disciple.
It is easy to draw Qi into the body. With a pill of foundation-building pill, it is not difficult to enter the Qi training realm. To break through to the state of truth, it is estimated that it will take twenty to thirty years of hard practice, which is just enough time before the attainment of destiny.
However, with your golden spiritual roots, it may be difficult to find a suitable martial art in the territory of Fengming Country. After much thought, only Mo Shuang Mountain should have something suitable for you.
They are descendants of the Mohist school and rarely practice the art of killing, so they don't care much about spiritual roots.
And there is another saying.”
Sanquezi put down his teacup and said seriously:
“I’m afraid you don’t know.
The best age for a cultivator to draw in qi and build a foundation is thirteen or fourteen years old, when the innate spiritual energy has not yet dissipated. Once the human body passes the age of twenty, the meridians and bones of the body are established.
The innate spiritual energy also dissipated quickly. Now you are already twenty-three years old, and have missed the best age for building a foundation. If you want to practice again, I am afraid there will be difficulties to overcome.
Unless you find a powerful monk who can cleanse your marrow and strengthen your spiritual foundation, you will not be able to travel smoothly. "
The more San Quezi spoke, the less smile appeared on Jiang Xia's face.
In the end it became like a mask of pain.
Seeing Jiang Xia's gloomy face, San Quezi stopped talking about this sad thing and changed the topic to another party. He picked up the contract and said to Jiang Xia:
“In the past, Sanque Mountain and Ruyifang traded spirit stones, with a monthly supply of fifty spirit stones and thirty immortal coins for ten-degree spiritual energy. This price was much more expensive than the outside world.
But the local spirit stones are monopolized by Ruyifang, and Mo Shuangshan didn't say anything, so we can only pay this high price.
If I were to do business with you, why not use this method to get the best price?"
"No"
Jiang Xia shook his head, temporarily putting aside his worries, and said:
"Since we want to cooperate for a long time, we can't do business this way. No matter how much the spirit stones in Fengmingguo cost, we should follow the same price.
I won’t take advantage of this little advantage.”
"Good! My friend is generous!"
San Quezi was immediately delighted. His sect could barely be considered to have a heritage, but it was still a small sect. If the purchase of spirit stones could be cheaper in the future, it would also be beneficial to the development of the sect.
He laughed from the bottom of his heart and said to Jiang Xia:
"Then it's fifty spirit stones, and twenty immortal coins for the ten-degree spirit energy."
"Well, that's it."
Jiang Xia sighed, took out the pen given by Rogge from his pocket, and quickly wrote his name on the contract.
The three sparrows can be shot with a flick of the finger without the need for wolf hair.
In a flash of light, the jade seal of Sanque Mountain was printed on the position of Party B of the contract, and the signature of Quefei, shining with a warm light, was also printed on it.
The transaction is established.
The first business was done.
Sanquezi has already made it clear that the cultivators from small sects who came with him will definitely not have any complaints.
They really benefited from Jiangxia's concessions this time.
However, now is the time to seize the market. Making money is secondary. We must quickly seize the market of Ruyifang and stabilize these monks before we can proceed to the next step.
"Please promote my shop after you return to the mountain gate."
Jiang Xia pushed the bag of spiritual stones to Sanquezi and said:
“These are benefits for you, senior. Please use your status as a family to tell all the cultivators in Fengming Country that we have cheap and high-quality spirit stones in Fengshan, which are continuously supplied.
Everyone is welcome to come and buy.”
"Sure, sure."
San Quezi was not polite either, holding a heavy spiritual stone in his hand.
I thought to myself that Jiang Xia really knows what's going on.
This is the attitude of doing business. Ruyifang relies on its monopoly and occasionally raises prices, which has long made Sanquezi very dissatisfied .
Only through comparison can the levels of both sides be clearly seen.
He flipped his fingers, and the bag of spirit stones disappeared from his hand. It might have been put into something like a storage ring or a Qiankun bag.
All that needed to be said had been said, the contract had been signed, and it was time for him to leave with his disciples.
But when they reached the door, Sanquezi suddenly turned around and said to Jiang Xia:
"You are so polite, young friend. I am deeply touched. So I will send you a message. Ruyifang has close monks in the local area, as well as several small sects, who have put pressure on the Fengming Kingdom officials.
I am a monk and cannot interfere with your mundane affairs, but you'd better make preparations in advance."
"Don't worry, senior."
Jiang Xia sent the three birds to the door and said:
"I have already made preparations. When my Kunlun Square opens in Fengyang County, I will invite you to come and support me, a mortal, in the future."
"Kunlun Square?"
Sanquezi shook his head and said softly:
“This name is not good. You may not know that among the thirty-three sects of the Immortal Alliance, there is a sect called Kunlun Sect, which focuses on sword control. It is larger in size and more powerful than our local Mo Shuang Mountain.
This might violate taboos, and it would not be good to be caught by someone with ulterior motives.
Let’s change the name.”
"No."
Jiang Xia was in a bad mood at the moment, so he said casually:
"This name is meaningful to me, reminding me of something. The monks call it Kunlun, so why can't my mortal shop be called that?"
"what ever."
Sanquezi stopped trying to persuade him.
The Immortal Alliance has a rule that cultivators are not allowed to interfere in the mortal world. Jiang Xia will not get involved in the immortal way in the future. He will call himself Kunlun Square in Fengming Country and just entertain himself.
It is 100,000 miles away from Kunlun Sect near the northern border, so it doesn’t seem to be a big deal.
——
"Master, you have to make the decision for your disciple!"
Here, Sanquezi and Jiang Xia had a pleasant conversation and even found time to do some business, but over at Pit No. 7 of the mine, the scene was completely different.
The group of monks used various means and arrived in front of Pit No. 7, where they met their own disciples. Su and the others, who had received orders, were forced out of the mine at gunpoint.
After not seeing them for a few days, these disciples no longer have the carefree spirit of the monks.
One by one, they were stripped of their shirts, leaving only their trousers. They were covered in dust and dirt from days of mining. Some of them were so spoiled that they could not endure such hard work, and calluses appeared on their hands.
They all looked as miserable as beggars, with disheveled hair.
As soon as they came out of the mine, they saw their masters standing there. They were immediately filled with grief. Several of them cried and knelt on the ground, shouting at the masters, wanting them to give them justice.
A female cultivator cried and hugged her master's legs, pointing at Su Yi and his men behind her and yelled:
"Master! They forced us to mine and humiliated us. That's fine. It's my fault that I brought shame to you. But they still used disrespectful language to humiliate monks like me..."
"nonsense!"
Jasmine, who was standing with Su, got furious when she heard this and shouted:
"We never said that! Not only did we not abuse you, we even treated your injuries. I'm warning you, don't stir up trouble!"
The female cultivator ignored all that and kept on talking and gossiping, but she was so excited that she didn't notice the gloomy expression on her master's face.
"Snapped"
Just when she was having fun gossiping, a slap suddenly sounded.
Everyone was shocked and looked to the side, and saw a middle-aged monk in green clothes waving his palm and hitting the face of the young disciple who was kneeling in silence in front of him.
The disciple was quite tough. He said nothing after being slapped, as if he was used to being treated like that.
"It was a mistake to accept you upon the recommendation of an old friend!"
The green-robed monk withdrew his hand, stared at the disciple at his feet, stretched out his hand and flicked it. A green light poured into the disciple's body, followed by a painful howl.
"I have been practicing for many years and was about to make a breakthrough. But at this critical moment, you, a fool, brought this upon me!"
The middle-aged monk waved his sleeves and said coldly:
"Forget it, I won't get involved in the karma you caused!
From today on, our thirteen-year relationship as master and disciple has come to an end. Since you like to join in the fun and stir up trouble so much, it seems that the arduous journey of cultivating immortals is not suitable for you.
I will destroy your cultivation to prevent you from causing any trouble in the future that will be difficult to resolve.
This is for your own good.
Go back to the mortal world and live a good life."
After saying this, the cultivator bowed to the other fellow Taoists, ignored the disciple behind him whose cultivation had been destroyed, started walking on the wind, and disappeared in front of the mine in the blink of an eye.
This scene shocked the other disciples who were still wailing, especially the gossiping female cultivator, whose dusty face was filled with fear.
She secretly glanced at her master, and was frightened by the cold expression on his face, so she lowered her head and trembled.
The other disciples immediately looked at their master's expression. When they saw that there were no smiles on all the monks' faces, they were suddenly frightened, fearing that they would be the next unlucky ones.
Not just them.
The soldiers behind him were also stunned.
Jasmine originally wanted to scold these unreasonable guys.
But now seeing the silent young monk rolling on the ground in agony, in a state worse than death, the Wasteland Girl was speechless.
At this moment, Jasmine suddenly felt it.
This new world is not as beautiful as I imagined.
It's as brutal as the wasteland.
It's just a different form of expression.
Fortunately, the remaining monks had some dignity and did not do anything as cruel as the monk in green. However, what these disciples did directly involved the Taofu Yuan Supervision, which all monks tried to avoid.
They will definitely have nothing good to endure when they return.
Maybe you will be marginalized.
At this point, it no longer matters who is right or wrong.
"Hey, wait!"
Seeing that everyone was about to leave, Jasmine suddenly remembered her boss's previous instructions and hurriedly stopped the monks. The monks turned around and saw Jasmine taking out a dozen small bags from the box on Su's back.
"You dug these spirit stones yourself. We will only take one third of them. You can take the rest away. It will be your own reward."
As she spoke, Jasmine stepped forward and handed the small bags in her hand to the monks with gloomy faces one by one.
They took it in their hands, looked at each other, and looked down. There were at most a dozen pieces in the bag, and at least seven or eight pieces. They were all cut spirit stones, emitting clouds, mist, and dust, and faint light.
"Thanks."
A monk expressed his gratitude.
Some people even politely said that they had caused them trouble.
But no one returned it.
For these independent cultivators, these free spirit stones can be considered an unexpected fortune.
After they all left, Jasmine held the last bag of spirit stones in her hand and stood beside the desperate, miserable, and useless disciple.
She didn't know what to say.
But he still squatted down and stuffed the bag of spirit stones he had dug into the disciple's hand.
"I didn't expect this either... Yeah, I'm sorry."
Jasmine pursed her lips and whispered something, then she followed Su and the others as if escaping and left the mine. The disciple lay on the ground, lying in the dust, his eyes full of pain.
He looked at the bag of spirit stones in his hand and smiled bitterly.
"Zhu Baifeng, you... forget it, forget it... it should have been done long ago..."
He gasped, and finally, unable to bear the pain, he closed his eyes and passed out. More than half an hour later, he was found by miners who went down to the mine. They hurriedly lifted him up and sent him back to Fengshan Street.
There are doctors there. Although they are not very skilled, they can still prescribe some medicine.
As for this young man, Fengshan is now in great need of miners.
He won't have trouble finding a job.
