txolops Chapter 76 Life Perception
Chapter 76 Life Perception
Moreover, he still had a top-tier Flowing Fire Archer puppet in his possession, and the two first-grade Water Shadow Escape Talismans sold by Liu Xiaoying were life-saving treasures.
In addition to the immense strength of the mid-stage sixth level of Body Refinement, the cultivation of the fifth level of Qi Refining, and a divine sense spanning twelve zhang...
As long as they are not surrounded by multiple Qi Refining Level 8 cultivators, even if they encounter Qi Refining Level 9 cultivators, they should be able to handle the situation and protect themselves.
Although the magical artifact is good, it is not necessary at the moment. He should wait until he is truly well-off and has saved enough spirit stones to buy the "Yi Wood Everlasting Spring Technique".
With his mind made up, Yang Changsheng no longer hesitated. His powerful divine sense surged out like a tide, precisely covering the fifty-two puppets in the workshop.
With a slight thought, the forty-nine Xuan Tie woodcutters and three Liu Huo archer puppets transformed into streaks of light and were quickly stored in the already crowded two-cubic-meter storage bag.
Only the faint, lingering fragrance of the wood remained in the room.
He straightened his only blue robe, then pushed open the door and went out.
Tingchao Lane remains quiet, the air filled with the moist scent of the lake, occasionally punctuated by the faint sounds of people from the distant market, unchanged from a year ago.
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Inside Wanbaoge, the atmosphere remained as lively, luxurious, and magnificent as ever.
He was greeted by the same familiar deacon.
When Yang Changsheng calmly announced that he wanted to sell forty-nine Xuan Tie woodcutter puppets, even the well-informed Wanbaoge steward couldn't help but show a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Although he already knew that his skill level was probably close to the middle grade, and that he could stably provide such a quantity of first-grade low-quality puppets during the Qi Refining stage.
Such puppet-making skills, as well as remarkable talent, deserve a reassessment.
The entire process of delivery, inspection, and accounting was smooth and efficient.
One thousand four hundred and twenty-one low-grade spirit stones were piled heavily on the tray, shimmering with an alluring luster.
After deducting the cost of the next batch of black iron, red copper, basic spirit pattern materials, etc., which were already prepared and worth 539 spirit stones, the cost of the puppet's raw materials was deducted.
After deducting the twenty Bewitching Flowers, the required amount is two hundred and thirty-six spirit stones.
In the end, the net income of 685 low-grade spirit stones fell into Yang Changsheng's storage bag.
Including the proceeds from the inferior pills I brought on this trip, 220 spirit stones, and the original 231 working capital.
At this moment, he possessed a total of 1,136 low-grade spirit stones.
This was a fortune that would make most late-stage Qi Refining cultivators envious, but it was still pitifully little for his needs.
Yang Changsheng showed no interest in the glittering spirit stones and turned his gaze directly to the area of magical artifacts.
Soon, he selected a well-made, sturdy five-cubic-meter cyan storage bag.
With 520 spirit stones spent, his two-cubic-meter storage bag, which had been with him for many years but had limited capacity, could finally retire to the sidelines.
After carefully storing the newly purchased materials and the Bewitching Flower in his spacious new storage bag, and then properly storing the remaining 616 spirit stones, Yang Changsheng felt somewhat at ease.
The storage space issue has finally been resolved, solving the immediate problem.
After leaving Wanbaoge, he did not go straight home.
Instead, he turned and headed towards Baicao Pavilion, located on a street lined with unaffiliated cultivators.
Although he knew the chances were slim, out of habit, he still wanted to try his luck and see if he could get some more discarded pills.
As soon as Yang Changsheng stepped into the elegant, fragrant threshold of the Hundred Herbs Pavilion, he was slightly taken aback.
Standing behind the counter was not the white-haired, smiling shopkeeper Sun, but a handsome young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old.
The young man was dressed in a clean and proper white robe, with a hint of youthful naiveté in his brows, but his eyes were bright and his movements were nimble as he meticulously arranged the jade boxes on the counter.
Upon seeing Yang Changsheng enter, the young man immediately stopped what he was doing, a perfectly trained smile appearing on his face.
He cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Daoist, it is an honor to have you at the Hundred Herbs Pavilion. May I ask what medicinal herbs or pills you need? This junior can introduce them to you."
Yang Changsheng's gaze passed over the boy and landed on a familiar figure carefully watering a pot of star-patterned orchids inside the counter. He asked with a hint of doubt, "Manager Sun?"
The figure looked up at the sound and was none other than Sun Youfu, the old manager of Baicao Pavilion.
Compared to a few years ago, his face looked much older, with wrinkles like old tree bark, and his once vigorous eyes were now clouded with a faint turbidity.
Upon seeing Yang Changsheng, Manager Sun smiled sincerely, put down the jade pot, patted the young man beside him on the shoulder, and introduced him to Yang Changsheng:
"Young friend Yang has arrived. This is Sun Nanxing, a junior member of my family and my great-grandson. From now on, I will entrust the management of Baicao Pavilion to him. It's time for me to enjoy my retirement."
His words carried a sense of relief, but also a hint of barely perceptible melancholy.
Yang Changsheng understood.
We've had seven or eight years of business dealings; while we wouldn't call ourselves close friends, we're still fairly familiar with each other.
His own immortal body allowed him to perceive the life force far beyond that of ordinary people.
At this moment, he could clearly see the flickering blood and qi within Manager Sun's body, like a candle burning in the wind.
Originally a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining, possessing a long and abundant life force, it has now withered like withered grass in late autumn, and its remaining lifespan is probably only about twenty years.
This old cultivator already had a large family of children and grandchildren, and his ambition to reach the Foundation Establishment stage had long since faded away over the years. He had been diligently managing the Hundred Herbs Pavilion for nearly sixty years.
Now, it is truly time to lay down the burden and return to one's roots.
Congratulations, Manager Sun!
Yang Changsheng sincerely cupped his hands in congratulations and said, "After working hard for most of your life, you are now able to retire peacefully, enjoy your grandchildren, and live a carefree life. This is truly a blessing."
His eyes flickered slightly, but he sighed inwardly.
Theoretically, cultivators who cultivate Qi have a lifespan of 160 years, but the cultivation world is treacherous, filled with struggles, hidden injuries, resource scarcity, mental anguish, and many other factors.
To live to nearly 140 years old like Manager Sun, without any disasters or hardships, and to be able to enjoy one's old age, is definitely a sign of great fortune and a good end among the lowly cultivators.
"Hehe, yes, it's time to relax and take a break."
Manager Sun smiled, a smile that contained satisfaction, sadness, and reminiscence.
His cloudy gaze seemed to pierce through time, gazing into the more distant past.
His life partner had passed away ninety years ago due to a serious accident.
Their sons and grandsons have long since established their own families and pursuits.
It seems that there are really no major regrets in this long life.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Yang Changsheng stated his purpose: "Manager Sun, I wonder if your esteemed establishment has recently seen any defective pills leaking out?"
Upon hearing this, Manager Sun looked apologetic and shook his head, saying, "Young friend Yang, I'm truly sorry. There are strict orders within the organization that all pills, whether finished, substandard, or defective, must be registered and processed in a unified manner, and are strictly prohibited from being circulated outside the organization."
"When I was in power, I could... cough, now that Nanxing has taken over, we must be even more careful to abide by the rules. These useless pills are indeed no longer available."
His tone was sincere, tinged with regret.