All the Cultivators Under Heaven

Farming Cultivator, Joy Cultivator, Food Cultivator, Travel Cultivator, Shut-in Cultivator.

Li Banfeng had never heard these terms before.

Now he had to make a choice.

Monkey Qiu put Li Banfeng down, letting him lean against the tree, half-lying. "He can't move now. Give him a bowl of Soul Return Soup first."

"Give?" The peddler shook his head. "I don't give things away for free."

Monkey Qiu felt inside his suit pocket. "I'll pay for the soup. I didn't bring much cash today, so I'll owe you."

The peddler took a clay pot from the lower shelf of the wooden cabinet, added herbs and water, set up charcoal fire, and began to boil the soup.

"Monkey Qiu, what's your relationship with this kid? You're being so good to him?" The peddler took a fan and fanned the charcoal fire unhurriedly.

"He gave me food," Monkey Qiu replied simply.

The peddler asked again, "Who's paying for the initiation powder?"

Monkey Qiu said, "I'll pay. He can choose any path."

With that, Monkey Qiu took out a left hand from his pocket, a left hand that had been half-eaten.

So it was him!

Li Banfeng suddenly understood. This person named Monkey Qiu was the one who had asked him for food on the train.

At the time, the man's voice was extremely low, and Li Banfeng couldn't distinguish the tone.

Li Banfeng had given him two boxes of instant noodles, and he hadn't expected this man to save Li Banfeng's life because of it.

"Do you have any medicine? Help me reattach my hand." Monkey Qiu handed the left hand to the peddler.

Looking at the condition of the left hand, the peddler was reluctant to help. "Isn't that divine doctor in Medicine King Gully familiar with you? Go find him to reattach it. His technique is superb."

Monkey Qiu had originally planned to find that divine doctor to reattach his hand, but since he had encountered the peddler, he didn't want to owe the divine doctor another favor.

Favors weren't easy to repay, and the peddler's prices were more practical.

Monkey Qiu smiled and said, "Since I'm already here, I'll just find you."

"Your hand is already like this, and you still insist on finding me!" The peddler complained while rummaging through the cabinet for ointment. "How much ointment will this take? Next time, tell your wife to just gnaw on some meat to trick her stomach, don't eat the tendons too..."

Li Banfeng lay half-reclining under the tree, watching the peddler take out several plasters.

Monkey Qiu took out his left hand from his pants pocket for the first time.

To be precise, he didn't have a left hand. What he had in his pants pocket was just a bare left wrist.

"You align it yourself first!" The peddler roasted the plasters over the fire. Monkey Qiu held the left hand with his right hand, aligning the broken end with the broken wrist.

The plasters were roasted. The peddler stepped forward and wrapped several plasters around the broken end of the wrist, wrapping several layers, as if sticking the hand to the wrist with tape.

Stuck on?

Could this work?

Although Li Banfeng had experienced many incredible scenes along the way, handling a severed hand like this seemed too childish to him.

To reattach a hand, you'd at least need to smear some spit on it!

This also made Li Banfeng worry about his own condition. He could only breathe four or five times a minute, and his heart could only beat a little over twenty times.

Wait, Monkey Qiu's little finger seemed to move.

Was I seeing things?

No, I wasn't.

Not just the little finger, all five of Monkey Qiu's fingers, including the ring finger which was only bone, were moving slightly.

It's really reattached!

"Just reattached, don't rush to move it!" the peddler instructed, then took out some medicinal powder and applied it to Monkey Qiu's left hand. He then wrapped his left hand tightly with gauze.

"Don't get it wet for ten days, don't remove the plaster for a month. When we meet next month, remember to bring the money so we can settle the bill!"

Monkey Qiu nodded upon hearing this, got into the rickshaw, and left.

He left!

What about me?

Li Banfeng looked at the peddler with trepidation.

The peddler checked the heat, picked up a rag, placed it on his hand, and took the clay pot off the charcoal fire. He poured the medicinal soup into a bowl.

"Little brother, time for your medicine." The peddler took out a funnel, put it in Li Banfeng's mouth, held the funnel with one hand, and poured the medicinal soup in with the other.

A warm current surged in Li Banfeng's stomach. Li Banfeng felt his eyelids heavy and soon fell asleep.

An hour later, Li Banfeng opened his eyes. He could move his body now.

The peddler was busy with business. A young man of eighteen or nineteen was buying medicinal powder.

The young man was about 1.7 meters tall and weighed about 170 pounds. His face was as round as his body.

He squinted his small eyes and made his choice with a solemn expression.

"Food Cultivator! I've chosen!"

"Good!" The peddler waved his hand, opened a drawer on the upper shelf of the counter, used a unique small wooden spoon to scoop out a small spoonful of medicinal powder, placed it on a piece of kraft paper, wrapped it up, and handed it to the chubby young man.

The chubby young man gave the peddler sixty thousand Huan Country currency. He opened the medicinal powder and was about to put it in his mouth when the peddler shouted, "Wait!"

The chubby young man glared, "What are you doing! I paid! Are you trying to raise the price now?"

The peddler looked at the chubby young man without responding.

Behind the chubby young man stood a well-dressed man, also there to buy medicinal powder. He smiled at the chubby young man, "You, you really don't understand anything. The peddler is saving you!"

The man looked to be in his twenties, wearing a top hat, a suit, a vest over his shirt, and a tie. He was handsome and dashing, followed by five attendants and a coachman. His identity was clearly unusual.

The chubby young man turned around and said, "I paid, why won't you let me take the medicine?"

The man looked at the chubby young man with disdain, "Can you eat this medicine? This is a guiding agent concocted with countless efforts by generations of wise predecessors. Its medicinal properties are extremely potent. If you eat it like this, won't your intestines be perforated and your stomach rot?"

The peddler tidied his counter and said, "This medicine is for applying to the body, not for eating."

Qin Xiaopang was startled. Holding the medicine packet, he asked, "Apply it where?"

The peddler said, "As long as it touches the skin and flesh, you can apply it anywhere you find convenient."

The well-dressed man behind him reminded, "Choose a place with thick flesh. This medicine is very painful.

I saw a sister who applied the medicine to her plump buttocks. Her buttocks were over a foot thick, but she still couldn't walk from the pain!"

"I'm not afraid of pain!" Qin Xiaopang lifted his clothes, revealing his fair belly, and said to the peddler, "Apply this, and I'll be a first-level Food Cultivator, right!"

The peddler shook his head, "You've misunderstood again. This powder can only get you started; it can't raise your level."

Qin Xiaopang said angrily, "Isn't that a scam? Such expensive medicine, and I can't even reach the first level?"

The peddler closed the drawer, not wanting to explain.

The rich man behind him grew impatient, "If you don't understand anything, find someone who does and ask them. Don't make a fool of yourself here!

This is introductory medicine powder. How could reaching a higher level be so easy? To reach the first level, you have to pass a test!"

Qin Xiaopang looked puzzled, "Pass what test?"

The rich man also couldn't quite remember, "Food Cultivator, it seems you have to eat a lot..."

The peddler said, "To reach the first level as a Food Cultivator, you have to eat twenty catties of food at once."

"Twenty catties..." Qin Xiaopang was a little nervous, "How long is 'at once'? Does eating for a whole day count as 'at once'?"

The peddler shook his head, "What are you thinking? 'At once' is just one hour. After one hour, it doesn't count."

Hearing this, Qin Xiaopang was troubled. How could he eat twenty catties of food in one hour?

Seeing Qin Xiaopang silent for a long time, the peddler waved his hand, and the sixty thousand yuan reappeared in his palm.

"If you regret it now, it's still not too late. I'll refund the money to you."

Qin Xiaopang gritted his teeth and slapped the medicine powder onto his belly.

The medicine powder quickly disappeared upon contact with his skin. Qin Xiaopang's face turned green, and he staggered to the tree, sitting down beside Li Banfeng.

"It hurts, it really f*cking hurts!"

"How much does it hurt?" Li Banfeng asked curiously.

"It hurts more than being burned by fire. I can't take it anymore!" Qin Xiaopang's facial muscles trembled with pain.

The rich man looked at the suffering Qin Xiaopang, his expression somewhat complex.

"It's going to hurt anyway, so let it come!" The rich man approached the peddler, "I want the medicine powder for Joy Cultivation."

The peddler looked at the rich man and asked, "You don't seem to be short on money, why do you want to take the path of Joy Cultivation?"

The rich man said, "This path is the one that suits me best."

The peddler smiled, "Isn't it good to cultivate as a Shut-in Cultivator, lie at home, and increase your cultivation?"

The rich man shook his head, "I'm the kind of person who can't sit still. Let's not talk about it anymore, I just want Joy Cultivation!"

The peddler said, "Let me remind you, to reach the next level as a Joy Cultivator, you need to do it ten times a day, every day without interruption, for two months. Only then can you reach the first level."

Ten times a day?

Li Banfeng was dumbfounded!

What kind of thing is this?

It's not what I'm thinking, is it?

Two months, ten times every day!

This rich young master is quite vigorous!

"I understand the rules!" The rich man had his subordinate fetch fifty thousand Huan Country bills and handed them to the peddler. The peddler took the money and also wrapped a packet of medicinal powder, giving it to the rich man.

A follower beside him said, "Young Master, put it on a peach. This medicine really hurts!"

The rich man snorted, "Taking off my pants in front of so many people, what do you take me for?"

The rich man unbuttoned his collar and patted the medicinal powder onto his chest.

As soon as the medicinal powder touched his skin, the rich man's legs went weak, and he almost fell to the ground.

Several followers behind him stepped forward to support him, but the rich man waved them away, "I don't need you, I can stand."

He stumbled to the tree and sat down beside Li Banfeng. Although sweat dripped constantly, he gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.

Li Banfeng was truly puzzled, "My two friends, since this medicine is so painful, why don't you wait until you get home to apply it? At least someone can take care of you."

Qin Xiaopang had recovered quite a bit. Seeing someone even more ignorant than him, his sense of superiority instantly exploded, and he couldn't help but laugh:

"You, why don't you understand anything? This is the peddler's rule.

When you buy the introductory medicine from the peddler, you must use it in front of the peddler. You can only leave if there are no abnormalities within half an hour. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, the peddler is not responsible."

The rich man looked at Li Banfeng's clothes and, enduring the severe pain, asked, "My friend, your clothes don't seem to be from around here, do they?"

Qin Xiaopang also looked curious, "Did you come off the train? I heard people say that those who come off that train have all been to the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm!"

The rich man shook his head, "Not the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm, but from another state. I haven't been to another state, but someone in my family has.

My surname is Ma, and I'm the fifth child at home. Acquaintances call me Ma Wu. May I know how to address the two of you?"

This young master came from a wealthy family, but he wasn't arrogant.

Qin Xiaopang cupped his fist and said, "My surname is Qin, and I'm the ninth child at home. Acquaintances all call me Qin Xiaopang."

Qin Xiaopang?

Does that have anything to do with being the ninth child?

Li Banfeng said, "My surname is Li, and I'm the seventh child at home. Acquaintances all call me Li Qi."

"Five, Seven, Nine?" Ma Wu was stunned for a moment.

Qin Xiaopang smiled, "Consecutive odd numbers. This can be considered a kind of fate!"

Perhaps it was this bit of fate that caught his eye, as Ma Wu initiated the conversation, "Brother Li, which path have you chosen?"

"Dao Sect?" Li Banfeng didn't quite understand.

Ma Wu was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood Li Banfeng's confusion. "I remember now. In other states, the path of cultivation isn't called Dao Sect. It should be called a profession. And cultivators aren't called cultivators; they should be called Dark Energy Users."

Dark Energy Users!

Li Banfeng had heard of this concept. The people from the Dark Star Bureau who were chasing him were all Dark Energy Users.

That big-eyed man who could ooze oil all over his body, what was his profession?

He should be a Food Cultivator, right?

He must have eaten a lot of oil beforehand, which is why he could ooze oil from his body.

He Jiaqing was very likely also a Dark Energy User.

He could monitor remotely, so what was his profession?

So, the so-called 'entering the door' was becoming a Dark Energy User.

What this peddler in front of him was selling were potions to become a Dark Energy User.

It seemed he wasn't just selling potions; he was also selling daily necessities.

An old man came to him to buy candles.

A child came to him to buy rock candy.

There was also a woman who brought her own porcelain bottle to buy face cream from him. The woman gave him a silver dollar, and the peddler verified it was genuine and scooped a full large spoonful for the woman.

While the peddler was busy with business, Ma Wu asked again, "Brother Li, which profession did you choose?"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "I haven't decided yet."

Ma Wu took the water flask from his attendant's hand, took a sip, and while the pain slightly eased, he advised Li Banfeng:

"Since you haven't decided, don't make a move easily. The peddler only brought five kinds of medicinal powders. If you don't find any of them satisfactory, wait for the next time. Once you choose a Dao Sect, there's no turning back."

Li Banfeng was even more surprised. "Farming Cultivator, Joy Cultivator, Food Cultivator, Travel Cultivator, Shut-in Cultivator... Besides these five Dao Sects, are there other options?"

"Yes!" Qin Xiaopang's expression held a hint of excitement. "Scholar Cultivator, Martial Cultivator, Poison Cultivator, Medicine Cultivator, Peeping Cultivator, Thought Cultivator, Insect Cultivator, Herb Cultivator, Smoke Cultivator, Wine Cultivator, Emotion Cultivator, Sleep Cultivator... A hundred schools in the world, ten thousand cultivators under heaven!"

PS: Thanks to Falcon's White, White Falcon County's glory remains.

Three updates today, another chapter at twelve o'clock.

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