He's Not a Thing

That afternoon, Ye Tianhe brought over the Minor Spirit Gathering Array.

The Minor Spirit Gathering Array was essentially a circular jade plate, about a meter in diameter, with nine slots around its edge.

When cultivating, you would insert nine Spirit Stones into the slots, and the Minor Spirit Gathering Array would activate.

Su Fan placed the Minor Spirit Gathering Array in his cultivation room, put a cushion on top of it, and then took out nine Spirit Stones, inserting them into the slots one by one.

He sat cross-legged on the cushion and began cultivating the Primordial Chaos Technique.

Time passed unconsciously. Su Fan, having completed nine cycles of his cultivation, slowly opened his eyes.

This felt amazing.

It was his first time using the Minor Spirit Gathering Array, and the feeling was simply indescribable.

Dense spiritual energy surged towards him, making Su Fan feel as if he were on drugs, as if every cell in his body was cheering and leaping for joy.

Moreover, his cultivation speed had also increased significantly, likely by at least double.

This was true immortal cultivation.

No wonder this cultivation world valued wealth, dharma, companions, and location. Immortal Sects occupied lands with spiritual veins, and the cultivation speed of their disciples was unimaginable.

Meanwhile, countless Rogue Cultivators could only cultivate on the edges of spiritual veins, relying on the meager spiritual energy that leaked out from the Immortal Sects. The difference was like that between heaven and earth.

Su Fan was so excited he could barely contain himself.

With this Minor Spirit Gathering Array, Late Qi Refining was just around the corner, and even Foundation Establishment Stage wasn't impossible.

Just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly froze.

He picked up a Spirit Stone from a slot on the edge of the Minor Spirit Gathering Array and was stunned.

The Spirit Stone in his hand had completely lost its spiritual essence, becoming just like an ordinary rock.

Su Fan smacked his forehead in annoyance. He had been fooled by Old Ye again.

While cultivating with the Minor Spirit Gathering Array was fast, it consumed nine Spirit Stones per session. Who could afford that?

Cultivating twice a day required eighteen Spirit Stones.

If this continued for a year, it would cost over six thousand Spirit Stones.

The few Spirit Stones he had wouldn't even last half a year with this Minor Spirit Gathering Array.

It wasn't entirely Ye Tianhe's fault, though. As an elite disciple of the Sword Sect, he never lacked Spirit Stones.

Perhaps in his eyes, a few thousand Spirit Stones were just pocket change, not a big deal at all.

Su Fan sighed. It felt great, truly great.

Unfortunately, he couldn't afford it.

"Forget it, I'll use this thing less often in the future."

However, when night fell, Su Fan once again began cultivating the Primordial Chaos Art.

Before long, he stopped.

Having experienced the abundant spiritual energy from the Minor Spirit Gathering Array, he found it unbearable to cultivate like before, feeling restless.

There was simply no comparison.

Su Fan thought for a moment, then took out the Minor Spirit Gathering Array again and inserted Spirit Stones.

The surrounding spiritual energy once again surged towards him with joy.

After completing nine cycles, Su Fan opened his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"Old Ye, you've tricked me again!"

"He's just not a good person."

Despite his heartache over the Spirit Stones, the greatly increased cultivation speed meant he had to grit his teeth and persevere.

"It's just Spirit Stones. I'll earn more if I run out."

The next day, Su Fan arrived at the Market Town under a different guise.

He found a shop and processed a batch of cultivation supplies he had seized from the Qiankun Society.

Due to the sheer quantity, it would take a long time to process everything.

At noon, Su Fan went to the open-air market.

As soon as he set up his stall, someone came to collect a fee. They only charged thirty Magic Coins and had a good attitude.

He chatted with the stall owner next to him and learned that after the Qiankun Society was wiped out, the market had been taken over by Taihe Hall.

Compared to the Qiankun Society's overbearing and arrogant ways, the people from Taihe Hall were quite reasonable.

After all, the arrogant Qiankun Society had just been massacred by some mysterious expert.

The new management, Taihe Hall, was naturally somewhat cautious.

Although the price of Talismans in the market had dropped significantly, it was still higher than before.

Su Fan no longer bothered to conceal anything and filled his stall with various Talismans, nearly a hundred in total.

The hundreds of mid-grade talismans originally collected, plus the stock he drew himself, and what was seized from the Qiankun Society this time.

If it were all added together, there would be nearly a thousand talismans.

Su Fan thought for a moment, then took out two low-grade Spirit Tools from his Storage Bag and placed them on the stall.

Unexpectedly, someone asked for the price as soon as they were displayed.

Since they were seized, he directly offered a fair price, and the other party bought them without much haggling.

Su Fan's spirits immediately lifted, and he took out several more low-grade Magic Tools and placed them on the stall.

Not only that, but he also took out a pile of unused pills, various spirit herbs, refining materials, and even several Magic Swords were displayed.

By the time he had arranged his stall, he looked at the various goods on display, and it was simply dazzling.

The stall owners next to him were green with envy.

One person finally couldn't hold back and came over to ask, "Old Fan, where did you get so many things?"

"They're all on consignment with me..."

The stall owners nearby all curled their lips; they clearly didn't believe him.

Who would leave things on consignment with a mere talisman seller like you?

Everyone secretly speculated whether Fan Talisman Master had gotten involved with Bandit Cultivators and was helping them sell stolen goods.

The goods on the stall were so varied; their origin was clearly not legitimate at first glance.

But no one said anything, and they were even more polite than before.

Su Fan couldn't be bothered with these things anymore. Whatever they wanted to think, let them think. Now, all he saw was Spirit Stones.

There was no other way; the Minor Spirit Gathering Array consumed too many Spirit Stones.

Coupled with the pills, it added up to quite a bit over a year.

The leisurely days of the past were gone forever.

But if he gave up the Minor Spirit Gathering Array, he really couldn't do it.

The cultivation world was very dangerous; without strength, he didn't even have the right to lie flat.

He'd better just lay low.

Starting today, he would work hard to earn Spirit Stones and strive to break through to Late Qi Refining as soon as possible.

The items on Su Fan's stall were too abundant; there were dozens of types of talismans alone, and the prices were very reasonable.

As long as one came to his stall, there was no need to browse elsewhere.

He was busy with this, bustling about until evening before finally calming down.

But the harvest was also considerable, earning more than a thousand Spirit Stones.

Because items like Magic Tools and pills were zero cost, all the Spirit Stones from their sale were pure profit.

Su Fan regretted it; why had he processed those items through the shops? He could have sold them for much more at his stall.

He wasn't short of supply anyway; the cultivation resources he seized from the Qiankun Society alone were enough for him to sell for a while.

If this were in the past, earning so many Spirit Stones would have already attracted the attention of Bandit Cultivators.

But since the Qingxuan Sect had established itself in Shaoyang Market, this place was no longer the same.

Not only had the market prospered, but the security was more than a little better than before; at least the area around the market town was safe.

The daily Spirit Stone turnover from the scattered stall market alone was a considerable sum.

Even the original Bandit Cultivators in the market town had all gone legitimate, becoming organized criminal groups.

To be honest, collecting protection fees was much faster than robbing.

For the next few days, Su Fan would go to the scattered stall market at noon and only return in the evening.

As the more than twenty Magic Tools and dozens of bottles of pills were gradually sold out, the turnover began to decline sharply. In reality, this was the normal level for the stall.

The remaining items, such as talismans, spirit herbs, and refining materials, were not selling as quickly.

Thanks to suxiankun for the monthly ticket, thanks to suxiankun, Dao Yi Zhen Shen, Wo Shi Ni Jie A, Xing Yue Tong Ying, and all the big shots for the recommendation tickets. Old Bu expresses his deepest gratitude, thank you all for your love and support.