The Great Dao is myriad, but the paths converge

In the Cultivation World, cultivators, besides diligent cultivation, also engage in side businesses.

All side businesses are often related to the four skills: Alchemy, Talismans, Artifact Refining, and Formations.

Alchemy ruins a lifetime, Formations impoverish three generations. Forget about these two.

Even immortal cultivation families can't afford an Alchemist.

Formation Masters are even harder to come by. Not only do they require resources, but they also need guidance from a master and complete inheritance.

The path of Artifact Refining is not difficult to enter, but breaking through industry barriers is the challenge.

Every Artifact Refining Shop cultivates its own apprentices; outsiders simply cannot get involved.

The Talisman industry, however, is quite good. The investment is small, and the returns are quick.

But this industry has a low barrier to entry. Most rogue cultivators are Talisman Masters, making it too competitive.

He also had a "True Explanation of First-Order Talismans," indicating that his previous self had also dreamed of being a Talisman Master.

Perhaps he had no talent, as he had no memories related to it.

Oh, and there's the Path of Puppetry.

Forget about this one too. Not only is the barrier to entry high, but it's also a financially ruinous endeavor.

It seems that being a Life Skill Player happily is not that easy.

After much thought, the Path of Talismans is still the most suitable for him.

Let it be competitive, but the barrier to entry is low.

After wandering until noon, Su Fan found an inn.

He paid twenty Magic Coins for a room, took out a Black Cloak with a hood, and put it on.

He covered himself completely, then walked out of the inn.

There were many cultivators dressed like this in the market, those who had caused trouble and feared being recognized by their enemies.

Su Fan wandered around the market for a few laps before entering a shop.

There weren't many people in the shop. The Shopkeeper sat behind the counter and glanced up, showing no intention of engaging him.

A young Female Cultivator next to him walked up with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist, welcome to our humble shop."

The girl was about fifteen or sixteen years old, at the Qi Refining First Layer, wearing a light blue Daoist Robe.

She wore only light makeup, delicate and lovely, neither coquettish nor seductive. Her bright eyes seemed to speak.

Her smile was like a spring breeze, giving a natural sense of closeness.

Su Fan nodded and asked, "Do you buy storage bags?"

The female cultivator smiled and nodded.

"Fellow Daoist, please come this way..."

After a while, Su Fan walked out of the shop.

He now had thirty-two spirit stones in his arms.

A storage bag, if new, would cost fifty spirit stones in a shop.

But if recycled, it could only fetch thirty spirit stones. Take it or leave it.

Su Fan knew very well that if they refurbished the storage bag, they could sell it for fifty spirit stones in the shop.

But what if he knew? Everywhere else had the same price, and larger shops would offer even less.

If he went to a rogue cultivator's stall, he might be able to sell it for one or two more spirit stones, but he really didn't dare to.

Thirty spirit stones was a huge sum in the eyes of most rogue cultivators.

Someone with spirit stones, and still a weakling, did he expect those desperate criminals to let him go?

Alas, weakness is the original sin.

To sell it for a few more spirit stones, Su Fan haggled with the female cultivator for a long time.

Fortunately, the girl was nice. She spoke highly of him to the shopkeeper, which earned him an extra two spirit stones.

She also enthusiastically escorted Su Fan to the door, waving goodbye with a beaming smile.

Even after walking a long distance, he was still thinking about the girl's bright eyes, as clear as a pool of clear water.

After selling the storage bag, Su Fan went to the "Myriad Treasures Tower."

This was the largest shop in Shaoyang Market Town, and it was said to have branches in all the states of the Western Wilderness.

The goods in the shop were more expensive than outside, but the quality was definitely the best.

When it came to life-saving items, one couldn't be careless.

The talismans here were indeed very expensive.

Five First-Order Mid-Grade Talismans cost him twenty-eight spirit stones.

One "Golden Blade Talisman" with a powerful attack, and two "Flash Talismans" he prepared for ambushing others.

There were also two protective talismans with strong defense, a "Golden Shield Talisman" and an "Adamantine Talisman".

The "Adamantine Talisman" alone cost ten spirit stones.

Su Fan felt his heart ache, as if it were bleeding.

Fortunately, the talismans from the Myriad Treasures Tower had their own unique seal.

Even if he was short on cash someday and wanted to sell them for spirit stones, he wouldn't lose money.

Returning to the inn, Su Fan took off his Black Cloak and then went to the market again.

Tucking a few talismans into his robes, Su Fan felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation, his posture straightening considerably.

With his hands behind his back, he walked leisurely through the market.

At this moment, he smelled a faint, delicate fragrance.

Turning his head, he saw a young female cultivator standing by the roadside.

The female cultivator wore a Goose Yellow Robe and was of average to above-average appearance.

But amidst her cool and aloof demeanor, there was a hint of ethereal purity.

Her eyes were captivating, as tranquil as autumn water, and as pure and untainted as cold jade.

The female cultivator glanced at Su Fan indifferently and turned to walk into the shop behind her.

As she was about to enter, she turned back.

Her eyes, like a pool of clear water, flowed with a captivating charm, brimming with infinite allure.

Su Fan was stunned. So pure yet so seductive, who could resist that?

He looked up and saw the shop's name: "Misty Rain Pavilion".

After a long while, he finally understood. So, she was a Female Bodhisattva.

The brothels in the Cultivation World were so extraordinary and refined.

Su Fan gave a wry smile and turned to leave.

The "Joyful Union Path" of the Demonic Sect and the "Harmonious Union Path" of the Immortal Sect were both orthodox lineages with long traditions.

There were myriad Great Daos, but they all led to the same destination.

Others sold seafood to make money, but in the Cultivation World, that was called cultivating the Dao.

He wouldn't go to a place like that. Not only could he not afford it, but if he encountered a Female Evil Cultivator, they could drain his cultivation in one night with their bone-corroding, marrow-sucking techniques.

He came to a book stall and squatted down, flipping through the books one by one.

The stall owner was an elderly cultivator with white hair, smiling as he watched Su Fan.

"Fellow Daoist, let me help you take a look..."

Su Fan looked up at him and smiled, "Senior, do you have any Sword Skills?"

"Yes, you're in luck today. I happen to have an Ancient Book that I've treasured for many years..."

After speaking, he took out an Ancient Book from a nearby bag and handed it to Su Fan.

"Fellow Daoist, this Nine Extremes Consecutive Slashes is not a Mortal World Sword Skill. It's a genuine Body Path Killing Sword Technique, a true Ancient Inheritance."

Su Fan took the book and flipped through it, then looked up and asked, "How many Magic Coins?"

"Magic Coins... Fellow Daoist, this is a true Ancient Body Cultivator Inheritance. It'll cost at least five spirit stones."

Before Su Fan could speak, the stall owner, who had been holding back for a while, burst out laughing.

"Senior, I only have fifty Magic Coins left. Will you sell it?"

The old man immediately got anxious and snatched the book back from Su Fan's hands.

"Fellow Daoist, you should just buy a Mortal World Sword Skill."

Su Fan didn't indulge his habit and got up to leave.

He hadn't taken two steps when he heard the old cultivator call out, "Fellow Daoist, please wait..."

Seeing Su Fan turn around, he smiled and said, "Two spirit stones, and I'll give Fellow Daoist a chance."

The old man's words amused the stall owner next to him again.

Su Fan shook his head and turned to leave.

"Fellow Daoist, one spirit stone, and you can take it..."

"Plus thirty Magic Coins..."

"Fellow Daoist, don't go, hey... I'll sell it to you..."

Su Fan had already walked quite far, but this old cultivator still managed to call him back.

However, he still felt he had given too much just now.

So he added ten more Magic Coins and picked up an Ancient Fist Technique, considering it a bonus.

After Su Fan left, the old man glared fiercely at the stall owner next to him.

"What are you laughing at? If it weren't for you, I could have sold a few dozen more Magic Coins..."

The stall owner next to him laughed heartily, "Do you think people are stupid? That broken book of yours, I wouldn't take it even if you gave it to me for free."

The Old Cultivator wasn't lying; the two books were indeed from an ancient Body Cultivation Inheritance.

In the ancient cultivation world, Body Cultivators were as common as dogs.

They refined their bodies with abundant Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, nourished their physiques with all sorts of rare treasures, and forged their physical bodies like magical treasures.

When Body Cultivation Great Powers pushed their physical bodies to the extreme, they could merge with heaven and earth, move mountains and overturn seas, possessing the great divine ability of "Law of Heaven and Earth."

But that was the ancient era, when spiritual energy was incredibly abundant, and all sorts of rare treasures were readily available.

Nowadays, in the cultivation world, let alone rare treasures, the spiritual energy concentration couldn't even compare. Even the remaining Spirit Veins were all divided up by the major sects.

The Body Cultivation path had long since declined. Most lineages had broken their inheritance, and some had scattered into various market towns.

This kind of ancient Body Cultivation Inheritance, apart from a few Body Cultivators who had achieved success in body refinement, no one would buy it.

He could only trick low-level cultivators who knew nothing.

Of course, in ancient times, this "Nine Extremes Consecutive Slashes" was indeed very powerful.

But current cultivators couldn't unleash the power of this Sword Skill at all.

Ancient Body Cultivation Inheritance was fierce and violent, emphasizing moving forward without retreat.

This fighting style, for rogue cultivators, was no different from seeking death.

It was far better to buy a Sword Skill from the Mortal World, which offered both offense and defense, and was much cheaper.

Body Cultivation, in this world today, was a joke.

But Su Fan didn't know that. He had just transmigrated, and he didn't know much about cultivation.

He had inquired about prices in the morning; Mortal World Sword Skills were only thirty to fifty Magic Coins.

In Su Fan's opinion, this ancient Sword Manual looked much better than those broken books from the Mortal World, just by its appearance.

He tentatively offered a price, and unexpectedly, the old man sold it. He bought it on the spot.

In his eyes, all Sword Skills were the same anyway.

Next, Su Fan went to the Spirit Rice Shop and bought two hundred catties of Spirit Rice.

He also bought several dozen catties of smoked Demonic Beast Meat from a nearby stall, along with some Sauce Vegetables and seasonings.

Su Fan specifically bought a carrying pole and left the market town with his goods.

After leaving the market town and not finding anyone following him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The weather had cleared up, and the sky looked as if it had been washed with water.

The warm sunlight shone on his body, making him feel incredibly comfortable.

He had a fruitful trip today, and Su Fan was in a good mood.

Carrying the pole, he happily walked home, humming a tune.

A figure with a cool and aloof aura appeared in his mind; it was the Female Bodhisattva he had met today.

"She's a nice girl, why would she..."

Su Fan shook his head, wondering why he suddenly thought of her.

If he were to choose Cultivation Partners, the girl he met at the shop would be a better match.

He couldn't forget the girl's clear eyes.

He could visit that shop more often in the future; perhaps love would blossom over time.

He then remembered his Ex-wife, the woman who had hurt him the most.

Why couldn't he forget this woman?

It was already afternoon when he got home. Starving, Su Fan made a hearty lunch.

A large bowl of heaping spirit rice, with several thick slices of smoked Demonic Beast Meat.

And to go with it, some rich-flavored Sauce Vegetables. After eating, he sprawled on the bed.

Su Fan felt that his life was complete; this was enough for him.

He was just that unambitious. If it weren't for the pressures of life, he could have just lain flat until he died.

His Ex-wife looked down on him for this very reason.

Why was he thinking about this woman again?

He should cultivate and forget that damned woman as soon as possible.