Starting from the daily settlement, there will be a left-behind fairy king.

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The next day.

It was just dawn.

The crowd was gathered together by the steward, and they crossed the group of wooden houses and passed through a stone archway directly to the territory of the immortal cultivators.

Different from the place where mortal servants live, the place where immortal cultivators live is prosperous and bustling at a glance.

There is a sword cultivator who flies with his sword.

Be at ease.

There are those who tamer beasts, who ride on them and march along.

Extremely majestic.

However, as servants, they could only look from afar at the open space on the edge and feel envious.

A stone door.

Two worlds.

Yifan.

One immortal.

It's really touching.

"You can look ahead, but don't go forward." The manager reminded, as if this was something fatal.

Hear this.

No one dared to take a step forward.

soon.

Several immortal cultivators came walking over.

Five men and one woman.

His temperament is extraordinary and otherworldly. Compared with mortals, he is simply an immortal banished from heaven.

"Those who are more than halfway on the road to immortality, please stand out... Don't stand randomly. If you are found out, you may be in danger of your life." The middle-aged monk in the lead stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes indifferently sweeping over the more than 300 people present.

Wen Jiu did not hesitate and chose to stand out.

Seeing this, Chen Qing hurriedly followed.

Soon, hundreds of people came out one after another.

The middle-aged cultivator said to the steward, "Take the others with you. They haven't even walked halfway to the immortal path. It shows how fragile their desire to seek the truth is. I'm afraid they can't even last a year or two, let alone earn enough spirit stones."

The steward nodded.

They quickly took the more than 200 people away.

Wen Jiu watched this scene quietly. Although he didn't know what menial work required, from what he said, it was probably not simple. Could it be true that it took ten years to earn a spiritual stone, as the purple-robed immortal said?
Seeing Wen Jiu deep in thought, Chen Qing at the side whispered to explain: "Brother Wen, menial jobs are also divided into different levels. The further you go on the road to immortality, the harder the work will be, and the more you will earn... Brother Wen, you are only one step away from reaching the top, and I believe you will definitely get a good job that makes money."

The harder it is, the more money you make?

He is not afraid of difficulties.

I’m just afraid of not making money.

I'm afraid it will take ten years to earn one spirit stone.

With the golden finger of "Duri Ru Nian", as long as he is given a chance to make money, he will take the opportunity to climb up.

Before Wen Jiu could speak, the middle-aged monk took out a piece of paper and said, "Those whose names are read, follow me."

"Wen Jiu, Chen Qing, Li Nian..."

The middle-aged monk read out the names of ten people in a row.

When Chen Qing, who was next to Wen Jiu, saw that his name was the same as Wen Jiu's, a smile broke out on his face.

Being able to be with Wen Jiu proves that it is a good job to make money!
Moreover, the more time they spend together with Wen Jiu, the closer their relationship will become. After all, among the people who stayed on the fairy island, Wen Jiu has gone the furthest on the road to immortality and is most likely to become an immortal cultivator in the future.

"Brother Wen, let's go!"

Chen Qing hurriedly caught up with the middle-aged monk.

Wen Jiu looked around and followed.

He naturally saw through Chen Qing's intention. After all, it was human nature to stick together in times of trouble.

Chen Qing was willing to give up his position as crown prince to seek immortality.

He is also a ruthless person.

Such people are worth making friends with.

But those in a high position have a lot on their mind and are not suitable for close friendship.

This is the experience he has summed up after traveling in the Canglong Continent for more than 20 years, because the thinking of those in power is always weighing interests.

Let him be your real friend?

Let him shed tears like Li Er before leaving?

impossible.

……

After a while.

Wen Jiushi and his companions followed the middle-aged monk across the mountain path.

During this time, the middle-aged cultivator specifically pointed at Wen Jiu and said, "I heard that you were on the road to immortality without stopping for a single step, and you almost reached the top?"

Wen Jiu nodded.

"What a pity... You have such a firm heart for the Tao, and are not affected by illusions at all. If you have spiritual roots, you will have a bright future." The middle-aged monk sighed with regret, "But you shouldn't have stayed."

"Master, what do you mean?" Wen Jiu asked.

The middle-aged cultivator was delighted by the call of Immortal Master and explained with a smile: "As long as you have the skills, you can use the spirit stones to step into the Qi training... But that is the limit of those without spiritual roots. If you want to go further, the spirit stones you need will increase exponentially, but the life span of mortals will not last long. So in the past hundred years on Feiyu Island, among the nearly 100,000 mortal servants, only three people have reached the second or third level of Qi training."

"Thank you for the reminder, Master, but I still want to give it a try. If I can't cultivate immortality in this lifetime, I think I won't be able to rest in peace after my death."

Wen Jiu thanked him for his words.

The middle-aged monk shook his head and laughed, "No wonder you are so close to reaching the top. Your heart towards the Tao is firm... I hope you won't be worn down by the menial work you have been doing day after day."

The words fall.

The middle-aged monk gave another reminder.

"Also, don't call me Immortal Master in front of others. Just call me Deacon Li. I'm just an immortal cultivator, only at the third level of Qi training. I don't deserve the title of Immortal Master."

"I understand, Master!" Wen Jiu responded.

The middle-aged monk shook his head and laughed.

No more words.

Because of the word "Immortal Master".

He likes to listen!

soon.

Ten people were taken to a fishing port.

The fishing port is quite large, with hundreds of large and small sailboats docked on both sides, which is quite spectacular to look at.

Without waiting for Wen Jiu and the others to take a second look, Deacon Li took the ten people to a large shed filled with blood and fish, and handed everyone a knife.

A shiny fish-killing knife.

Deacon Li said, "Your task is to kill the spirit fish in the greenhouse. For each one you kill, you will get ten taels of silver. If you kill ten thousand of them, you will get one hundred thousand taels of silver, which is just enough to exchange for a low-grade spirit stone. The price of an ordinary introductory Qi training technique is also just enough to exchange for a low-grade spirit stone."

After he finished speaking, Deacon Li added, "Generally speaking, a chorist can decompose five spirit fish per day, which is fifty taels."

Wen Jiu's face darkened when he heard this.

Fifty taels a day.

Only one thousand five hundred taels a month.

Less than 20,000 taels a year.

One hundred thousand taels would take at least five years.

It doesn't take ten years to earn a low-grade spirit stone. This is good news.

Time and stuff.

He doesn't care.

Because from the moment you have the desire to seek the truth, you are already prepared.

Don't seek quick success.

But be prudent.

Five years is five years.

All I have to do is earn spirit stones.

The road to immortality is long, so he does not rush.

Moreover, he has the Golden Finger that can help him. He can use it once every seven days, so maybe he won't even need five years. "Thank you, Master!" Wen Jiu bowed to Deacon Li. After all, this opportunity to make money was given by him.

Seeing this, Chen Qing quickly followed suit.

Five years.

As long as it’s not ten years!

Deacon Li nodded, and glanced at the other people who were still full of sorrow, and nodded with satisfaction, "You have a good heart, but remember to be careful. Although decomposing spirit fish can make money, it is also life-threatening. Because spirit fish are aliens after all, many parts of their bodies are poisonous. Those toxins are not a big deal for cultivators, but for mortals, they are deadly enough."

"Thank you for your reminder, Immortal Master." Wen Jiu thanked him again and asked, "Excuse me, Immortal Master, what should I pay attention to?"

Meeting a kind cultivator who was willing to tell him something, Wen Jiu naturally would not miss the opportunity.

Ask more questions.

always right.

Deacon Li responded, "Just don't rush it and stay alert at all times. Other than that, practice makes perfect."

"Thank you, Immortal Master."

Wen Jiu thanked again.

soon.

Deacon Li left.

Wen Jiu and his group were brought into the greenhouse, and what came into view was one huge blood-stained stone platform after another.

On many stone platforms, there are spirit fish that are at least twice the size of a human and come in different shapes.

But one thing is the same.

That is, whether it was a dead spirit fish or a living spirit fish, it gave Wen Jiu a strong pressure. This pressure spread through the air, making people's scalps numb and their backs cold.

After Wen Jiu and his group walked in, many fish killers raised their heads and glanced at them.

Their eyes were numb.

It's also cold.

It was like a prisoner who had been imprisoned in a cage for many years, rather than a person seeking immortality who stayed on the fairy island to find a clue of immortality.

Wen Jiu understood why Deacon Li hoped that his faith in Taoism would not be worn away by the years of menial chores.

A cultivator guard said, "Come closer, I will only demonstrate it once. Whether you can learn it depends on you."

The words fall.

The guard picked up a knife.

He grabbed a thousand-pound undead fish with one hand, dragged it onto the stone platform, and cut the fish head with his knife. But when he cut the head, the knife hit the fish bones, and Wen Jiu felt like he was chopping on steel.

There was a constant clanging sound.

No.

It feels harder than steel.

After all, this immortal cultivator guard can easily drag a thousand-pound spirit fish, so chopping steel should be easy for him.

But it still took him seven or eight cuts to chop the fish bones.

“Remove the gills from the fish head, and then take out the brain. The brain of spiritual fish is a very nutritious food, and eating it can replenish the loss of spiritual consciousness of cultivators.” As he said this, the guard placed the fish head horizontally, and then the tip of the knife penetrated three-tenths of the fish head.

Swah——

With one stroke of the knife, the entire fish head was cut open, and the white gelatinous fish brain was taken out and placed in a wooden barrel next to the stone platform.

"After taking out the fish brain, we will disassemble the body. Be careful not to let the fish bones prick your hands, because fish bones are poisonous. For cultivators, it is harmless, but for you, it is directly fatal!"

The guard continued to cut the fish with his knife.

A quarter of an hour.

A spirit fish was completely decomposed.

The fish bones, fish meat, fish skin, etc. were all put into their respective containers. After completion, the guard immediately used a yellow cleaning talisman to remove all the fish blood, fish smell, etc. that were on him. He did not want to be contaminated by the fishy smell for even a moment.

"Okay, get busy. How much you can decompose in a day depends on your ability."

After leaving a few words, the guard quickly walked out of the greenhouse with a look of disgust on his face.

Wen Jiu immediately stepped forward and followed suit.

But the speed was much slower than that of the guards.

Just using a knife to break open the fish head is a difficult task, as problems such as lack of strength and speed follow one after another.

In the end, after working so hard and carefully avoiding fish bones, it took him two hours to decompose a spirit fish.

The problem Chen Qing encountered was the same as Wen Jiu's.

It was because they lacked strength and speed. It took a long time to even chop a fish bone, and their hands were numb from the vibration.

Not to mention breaking it down into four or five parts.

One down.

I am so tired that I feel weak.

"Brother Wen, this... let alone four or five a day, I'd be thankful if I could decompose two a day." As the crown prince, although he had practiced martial arts since he was a child, he had only practiced it superficially.

It is really too difficult for him to do this kind of physical work for a long time.

During this period, he was almost stabbed by fish bones at least eight or ten times, which scared Chen Qing so much that cold sweats broke out on his back.

Wen Jiu responded, "If you have achieved something in martial arts, doing this job should be much easier."

While talking.

Among the ten people, there was a strong man laughing triumphantly.

"This job is tailor-made for me! Once I become proficient, I can do at least ten a day."

The one laughing is Ye Kui, one of the martial arts masters of Liang State.

He is also the only martial arts master among the ten.

Wen Jiu had met him once.

But this man was a murderer by nature, and he loved to curry favor with the powerful and oppress the people, so Wen Jiu disdained to associate with him.

As soon as Ye Kui said this, everyone looked at him with envy.

Should have known so.

It’s time to practice martial arts in the Canglong Continent.

"Brother Wen, do you think it's too late for me to practice martial arts now?" Chen Qing said bitterly.

Wen Jiu responded, "It's never too late."

"Then I will start practicing martial arts when I go back tonight!" Chen Qing asked again, "Brother Wen, do you know martial arts?"

"will not."

Wen Jiu shook his head.

Then he fell into deep thought.

At present, I cannot cultivate and cannot afford the skills. It seems that I can start with martial arts and strengthen my strength first. If I can reach the level of Ye Kui, the martial arts master, I can decompose ten spirit fish a day at least, and then the speed of making money can be much faster.

The most important thing is that having a skill will ensure you are not helpless and at a loss when danger comes.

Be prepared for danger in times of peace.

Only then can it last long.

It seems that I have to get some martial arts secrets first. I believe that in the world of immortal cultivation, the martial arts secrets that are hidden as treasures in the Canglong Continent should not be rare items.

After putting away his thoughts, Wen Jiu added the decomposition of the spirit fish to the incident of the days that seemed like years, and no longer paid attention to Chen Qing.

[Currently, the "Days Are Long" event - Decomposing Spirit Fish. Decomposing Spirit Fish for one day will give you one year's experience, power and other aspects.]

When you cut again.

After a short while, Wen Jiu felt that his strength and proficiency in technique had increased a lot, and his fatigue had also been reduced a lot.

And this growth is sustainable.

When the second spirit fish was decomposed, the speed was much faster than before, saving at least half an hour. Although still very tired, Wen Jiu felt that his strength had increased a lot.

The knife felt heavy before, but now it feels so much lighter in my hand.

In order not to waste the time that seemed like years, Wen Jiu just rested for a while and then continued to fight with his sword.

To outsiders, Wen Jiu works too hard.

"Brother Wen, why don't you take a break before starting again?" Chen Qing, who had sat down to rest halfway through the second analysis, quickly reminded him.

Wen Jiu responded, "If you rest for a moment longer, the time to earn spirit stones will be delayed by a moment. In a year, I don't know how long it will be delayed."

This is not a random statement.

He would be like this even without the golden finger that makes his life miserable.

All for the sake of becoming an immortal as soon as possible!

Chen Qing was speechless. He stopped resting and immediately stood up and continued, "Brother Wen, you are right!"

...(End of chapter)