West of Qulin City, a Daoist buying fated connections had become an outright sensation.
At first, some people had worried. After all, something so mysterious might well have some effect on them.
After all, almost no one threw money around like an idiot unless they were an idiot.
But as more and more people sold their fated connections, some made quite a fortune from it and were still hale and hearty, with nothing apparently wrong. It was just as the banner said-ten thousand years of immortal destiny was like mist amid the clouds, while gold in hand meant the next hundred years.
So many people had made a fortune selling their fated connections, yet they alone remained just as poor.
Other people living in poverty was healing medicine for the heart; other people becoming lavishly wealthy was a knife gouging a wound in it.
Even the stingiest person would share poverty, while even the most generous could hardly endure being poor alone.
No matter how they pondered and went back and forth, it ultimately came down to one word-sell!
They had lived for who knew how many years without even knowing what an immortal looked like. They had never expected to cultivate immortality anyway. Immortal destiny was a cloud of mist to begin with, but the money they received in exchange was solid and real.
At least tomorrow's flatbread could become a roast chicken.
Besides, those with meager immortal destiny received only a dozen or so copper coins, while those with abundant immortal destiny had already received ten taels of gold.
There was also a faint element of competition in this.
Ten taels of silver naturally beat a few copper coins, and the comparison moved from immortal destiny to fortune.
Whatever their reasons, the stall before Chu Xingchen had become