Will I Starve to Death When I Leave the Mountain? What? You Want Me to Preside Over the Investiture List?

"What? I'll starve to death?"

Jiang Shang froze, unconvinced.

In all his years cultivating in the Kunlun Mountains, he had failed to attain immortality.

But he had learned quite a few spells.

Those spells were enough to protect himself. He could also use them to subdue demons and vanquish monsters, make a name for himself among mortals, and earn the patronage of wealthy merchants and powerful clans. Surely that would keep him fed and clothed?

Even if he could not use his spells.

He could still tell fortunes, divine people's fates, inspect feng shui, build tombs, and improve their surroundings.

Failing that, he could refine pills and sell them for silver.

And if all else failed, he could diagnose illnesses and sell medicinal herbs...

Come to think of it.

During his years in the Kunlun Mountains.

He had not become an Immortal, but he had learned a great deal.

Pill refining, artifact crafting, formations, reading auras...

He was no master—he had barely scratched the surface—but it was enough to display divine powers among mortals~

"Heh, heh, heh... I thought your mortal body had kept you from attaining immortality only because of your innate limitations. Now I see your horizons are just as narrow."

Immortal Elder Nanji shook his head disdainfully.

It was not as if the Human Race had no Immortals or independent cultivators.

If making a living in the Nine Provinces were truly so easy.

Why did those Immortals attach themselves to feudal lords and powerful families, or even enter the service of Great Shang?

Take the Disciples of the Sect of Interception, who held the Nine Provinces for Di Xin.

Countless Disciples of the Sect of Interception took posts at offices across the Shang Dynasty's Nine Provinces for the sake of Fortune Aura. Yet how many of them