Immortal Cultivation: Starting as a Fortune Cultivator

After the events of the day, Ye Qingxuan no longer conducted himself timidly. He spoke openly and frankly:

“Yes, that’s right! All these Spirit-Boosting Pills were refined by me, your junior.

Furthermore, I can supply 1,000 Spirit-Boosting Pills every year from now on. In the future, I can even hand over all the high-grade pills I refine to you, Senior Brother, for sale.

I have only one small request. I enjoy quiet and dislike being disturbed by others. So, I would like you, Senior Brother, to make a Dao Oath never to reveal the source of the pills. What do you say?”

Although he was no longer acting cautiously within the Xuantian Sect, he had no intention of straying from the path he had long since planned for himself. Some things still needed to be hidden.

He was simply choosing a more direct approach, cutting out the roundabout talk.

The end result was ultimately the same. It was just that before, feeling insecure within the Xuantian Sect, Ye Qingxuan had unconsciously tended to speak in circles.

Sure enough, upon hearing Ye Qingxuan’s words, Bai Wenyang did not refuse and immediately made the Dao Oath!

After all, a Dao Oath only prevented the oath-taker from revealing the secret; it didn’t cause any actual harm. So, Bai Wenyang didn’t hesitate to agree to this request.

Of course, what he valued wasn’t the allotment of 1,000 Spirit-Boosting Pills, but rather Ye Qingxuan’s talent for alchemy.

If he could establish a stable trade relationship with Ye Qingxuan, the future benefits would undoubtedly be significant. And benefits meant cultivation resources.

After reaching an agreement with Bai Wenyang, Ye Qingxuan sold another 1,000 Spirit-Boosting Pills, adding 9,000 low-grade spirit stones to his income.

From this trip, most of the Spirit-Boosting Pills Ye Qingxuan had were now sold, bringing him a total profit of 18,000 low-grade spirit stones.

As for the remaining Spirit-Boosting Pills, Ye Qingxuan didn’t plan to sell them for now.

After counting the spirit stones in his storage ring, Ye Qingxuan remembered he still had a batch of Qi-Guiding Pills and asked:

“By the way, Senior Brother, does the Hundred Treasures Pavilion accept Qi-Guiding Pills?”

Hearing the question, Bai Wenyang shook his head slightly:

“Qi-Guiding Pills offer minimal profit, and they aren’t very popular within the Xuantian Sect. So, the Hundred Treasures Pavilion doesn’t accept them.”

Ye Qingxuan understood immediately.

Figures! The disciples of the Xuantian Sect were all a prosperous bunch, looking down on the effects of Qi-Guiding Pills!

But this was normal. Within the Xuantian Sect, disciples could easily earn dozens or even hundreds of spirit stones just by completing a few tasks.

They simply couldn’t be compared to those poor, struggling cultivators outside.

With a pocketful of spirit stones, Ye Qingxuan naturally felt the urge to do some shopping. After some mental calculations, he looked at Bai Wenyang:

“Senior Brother, I’d like to purchase a method for cultivating spiritual plants. Do you know how much the Hundred Treasures Pavilion charges for that?”

“Does Junior Brother wish to study Plant Culture as a secondary pursuit?”

Bai Wenyang was somewhat surprised by what Ye Qingxuan wanted to buy. Being a Spiritual Planter was time-consuming and laborious, not to mention less profitable than being an alchemist.

Given Ye Qingxuan’s alchemical talent, it seemed unnecessary for him to waste time on Plant Culture.

Seemingly sensing Bai Wenyang’s confusion, Ye Qingxuan saw no need to hide his reasons and explained:

“I am a disciple of the Fu Cultivator Court. Studying Plant Culture is just to prepare for contracting a Blessed Land in the future.”

He realized that back in his family, his planning had been insufficient. He had only requested the alchemist inheritance but had overlooked Plant Culture. However, it wasn’t too late to make up for it now.

“What? Junior Brother, you’re actually a disciple of the Fu Cultivator Court?”

Bai Wenyang shot to his feet. Thinking of Ye Qingxuan’s alchemical talent, he felt a deep sense of pity.

“What a shame!”

He genuinely felt sorry for Ye Qingxuan. In the eyes of outsiders, Fu Cultivators typically not only cultivated slowly but, more despairingly, were confined to a single location.

Facing a seemingly hopeless future, over time, it was easy for one’s spirit to collapse, leading directly to passing away in meditation.

Furthermore, if one’s cultivation level couldn’t advance, the grade of pills one could refine would be limited. Many high-grade pills required a powerful cultivation base to support their refinement.

How could Bai Wenyang not feel regretful that his junior, possessing such superb alchemical talent, would be subjected to such restrictions?

Seeing the pity on Bai Wenyang’s face, Ye Qingxuan wasn’t bothered. Instead, he laughed:

“Senior Brother, there’s no need to feel sorry for me. Who knows, maybe I’ll even live longer than you, Senior Brother! There’s nothing to pity! Haha!”

Seeing that Ye Qingxuan didn’t seem to grasp the severity of the situation, Bai Wenyang looked at him seriously:

“Junior Brother, you don’t understand. The most difficult thing for a Fu Cultivator to endure is time.”

“Right after building your foundation, you are confined to one place, forced to resist the temptations of the vast world outside! For several decades, or even a few hundred years, it might be manageable. But what about a thousand years?”

“From what I know, a thousand years is a major hurdle for Fu Cultivators. If you can’t cross it, the outcome is a collapse of spirit. Within a few years, you would pass away.”

“Among the Fu Cultivators in the Xuantian Sect, fewer than one in ten can cross that hurdle. And even among those who do, many undergo drastic changes in temperament, unable to maintain their true selves. Is the one who survives still truly themselves?”

From Bai Wenyang’s words, Ye Qingxuan once again understood the great terror that Fu Cultivators had to face.

But his heart remained undisturbed. Looking steadily at Bai Wenyang, he said with a calm and breezy tone:

“I am aware of all this, Senior Brother! Don’t worry. Since I’ve chosen this path, I am naturally mentally prepared.”

If the path of a Fu Cultivator didn’t have so many restrictions, how could a spot like this have fallen to him?

Moreover, the reason most people couldn’t endure the solitude and failed to cross the thousand-year threshold was simply that their Dao Heart wasn’t firm enough.

Those without a firm Dao Heart wouldn’t go far, regardless of the path they chose.

The path of the Fu Cultivator merely raised these requirements significantly.

As for his Dao Heart, Ye Qingxuan had never doubted himself.

Having lived two lives, with an enlightened Dao Heart and a soul essence that continued to transform and strengthen, Ye Qingxuan had never questioned his ability to reach the end.

If he doubted himself, that would truly be hopeless.

Furthermore, he still had his Eternal Turtle Clone and the mysterious pearl that had traveled with him through his transmigration. It wasn’t certain that he lacked a means to break the situation.

If he could eventually use the Eternal Turtle Clone to bear the restrictions of the Fu Cultivator path for him, then he would truly face no risks and could enjoy all the benefits.

He just didn’t know if that would be possible…

“In that case, this Senior Brother can only wish you, Junior Brother, the fortitude to hold fast to your original heart and walk the path to its very end.”

Since things had already reached this point, and Ye Qingxuan was already a registered disciple of the Fu Cultivator Court—an unchangeable, settled fact—Bai Wenyang could only express his hope that Ye Qingxuan would persevere.

Knowing that Bai Wenyang’s concern was genuine, Ye Qingxuan sincerely bowed to him:

“Your junior, Ye Qingxuan, thanks Senior Brother for his guidance!”

Then, Ye Qingxuan seized the opportunity to ask a question that had been on his mind:

“Senior Brother, since Fu Cultivators have to endure being confined to one place, why don’t they cultivate a Clone or puppet technique, using the Clone or puppet to move about in the outside world instead?”

This was what puzzled Ye Qingxuan the most. He couldn’t believe that a hegemon-level power like the Xuantian Sect lacked techniques for cultivating Clone body or puppets.

Furthermore, he couldn’t believe that among so many Fu Cultivators, no one else had ever thought of a method he could conceive. There must be some restriction he wasn’t aware of.

This was a good chance to inquire with Bai Wenyang and find out what the situation really was.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing his question, Bai Wenyang looked at him with surprise and asked:

“You don’t know?”

“I don’t know!” Ye Qingxuan shook his head, bewildered. Should he know?

“How did you get your Fu Cultivator spot?”

“Um… my clan’s Ancestor obtained it.”

“Is this the first time your clan has received a Fu Cultivator spot?”

“Yes!”

“No wonder!”

After understanding, Bai Wenyang realized the situation.

Then, Bai Wenyang began to advise Ye Qingxuan:

“Go to the sect’s Library Pavilion. Show your disciple token, and after the guarding elder verifies your identity as a Fu Cultivator disciple, you will be able to access all information related to Fu Cultivation!”

“This includes the Plant Culture inheritance, and indeed, any information related to Fu Cultivation—anything that can help a Fu Cultivator grow, advance their Blessed Land, and so on—the Library Pavilion has it all. And any Fu Cultivator disciple can access it for free!”