635 Is This Really Still A Group of Comic Monologues... (1/2)

”Ancestral secret recipe, Liu's braised meat, one spirit stone for one jar.”

”The best flying sword transformed by an immortal, reluctantly part with the treasure, get it now before it's gone!”

”Secret cultivation law personally passed on by Daoist Master of Deity Stage for five thousand spirit stones!”

On the wide squares in the B3 Area, all kinds of people were running a variety of businesses. From the spiritual treasure and secret method down life's daily necessities. Everything was there. Enthusiastic merchants, passing pedestrians, and spectators waiting to see the even… All kinds of people especially lived up the previously empty area created by the Earth Immortals.

It had been three months since the opening of the City of Immortals and tens of millions of people had entered this dream city. Then, like seeds, they took root and germinated here, and then their branches and leaves flourished. The B3 Area was just a small miniature of that huge background.

Of course, for many people, this B3 Area was already vast enough to be worthwhile for them to spend their minds to explore.

”Little Mouse, have you found the three golden vine leaves?”

”The earliest one will arrive in the afternoon… okay, no need to hurry. I can't produce you the golden vine leaf even if you force me to death. Moreover, where do you want to find me the golden vine leaf in half a day?”

”Humph, don't forget you still need me to boil you the Eight Desolation Six Directions Soup. If you delay my matter, don't expect you would become an immortal cultivator for your entire life!”

”I-I know, you don't have to repeat it every day, you dead face. Why didn't I find that you are actually so wordy when we're still in the suburbs? Okay, I'm going out to clean some goods while you can take care of the house. Also, don't you think it's time for you to take a bath? Your smell stinks the entire house.”

”Get lost!”

After escaping from that dark and damp semi-basement, the teenager took a long breath and felt fresh air filling his lungs again. He then made a flip and showed a cunning and clever smile.

He was exactly Shu Si, the teenager that was prompted by his impulse to enter the city three months ago.

After being rescued by Wang Lu, he lived in the City of Immortals. The residence in A17 Area provided enough daily supplies of necessities of life. The teenager who had been hungry for a meal in the outskirts of Plentiful City now had no worry about food and clothing. However, soon he found out that the outside was more interesting than eating and sleeping in the room.

There were immortal fates everywhere in the City of Immortals. Those high and mighty cultivators could be seen everywhere there, and with more density than that of Plentiful City. Shu Si had been fantasizing about being accepted as the last disciple by one of the immortals with noble character and high in prestige and embarked on the path of immortal cultivation.

However, after several days of wandering in the City of Immortals, he realized that his idea was simply too simple. At first, he failed to meet his immortal fate in Plentiful City, and now, it was as difficult as that in the City of Immortals. There were many immortals with good moral standing and reputation, but none of them were interested in him. The red-and-white-robed cultivator that he met on the first day was undoubtedly a good person, but he soon knew that the red-and-white-robed cultivator was very far from him and that they would probably never meet each other again in his life… Moreover, that person had quite a big reputation, but he also had a similarly big controversy; His personal enemies were everywhere. If he rashly said he had a relationship with him, he might be hurt.

Shu Si spent a few days in the City of Immortals looking for immortal fate to no avail. Instead, what he found was the amiability of the cultivators. Many cultivators were willing to deign to speak to an ordinary mortal like him, and their words were generally along the line of: ”Get away, you stinky kid!”, ”Ordinary mortal should not get in the way, be careful you might get killed!”, ”Look where you walk!”, ”Hehe, there are a few souls left for my Ghost Staff, I wonder if you're interested to come and play with me?”

Perhaps he really should have accepted his fate long ago—he was not fortunate enough to be blessed with spirit root.

In desperation, Shu Si had to swallow his pride and find the nearest person to the immortal cultivation world—the dead face whom he sold his stolen goods to. Although the identity of the dead face was mysterious, he was undoubtedly a cultivator with magical spells. Shu Si found him and, after using the soft and hard method, finally got the dead face to point out a way: artificial spirit root.

If someone without spirit root wanted to cultivate to immortality, the only way was through artificial spirit root. Perhaps this was not popular in many top rank sects, but it was an indisputable fact that nowadays artificial spirit root was becoming more and more popular in Nine Regions. However, artificial spirit roots that were worthless to many cultivators were still too expensive and too rare for ordinary mortals.

Fortunately, the dead face happened to have the Eight Desolation Six Directions Soup that he happened to acquire recently. It was a middle-rank artificial spirit root, used to acquire middle to low-level spirit root. If the person was talented, that person could expect to reach Xudan Stage in his lifespan. And if that person happened to have a rare encounter, that person could even break through to Jindan Stage.

This soup was not cheap. At least for Shu Si, it was such a sky-high price that he could not hope to attain in his life. Fortunately, he also had a sky-high price prop—the compass used for looking for a person that Wang Lu gave him.

Although the compass had an extraordinary meaning for him, the teenager who grew up in the suburban alleys understood the truth about how to bend the rules. He mortgaged the compass to the dead face, and then promised to work for him and redeem the compass with his own wages. The dead face took a long time to consider it before finally decided to agree to him.