Chapter 1644

Modern society.

"How wondrous!"

Zhou Qing looked at the messages in the chat group, his expression growing slightly solemn.

On second thought, his own world was a primordial world, so he probably need not worry about this problem.

His gaze fell upon the gold on the table.

The chat group's sign-in function seemed like a chicken rib, but in fact it was very useful for newcomers.

As long as one signed in for half a year, stepping onto the path of the extraordinary would be very easy.

Zhou Qing already had a cultivation Famen, so he did not need to exchange for a technique, and his need for points was even less.

The sign-in gains from these past few days had all been exchanged for gold.

For ordinary people, gold was of little use.

But in his world, gold could be refined into refined gold, which was extremely rare and a hard-to-come-by material for flying swords.

As a rogue cultivator, he had long wished to possess a peerless flying sword of his own.

As for seizing divine artifacts like the Divine Whip as in the original work, he was actually not in such a hurry.

Coincidentally obtaining all sorts of strange encounters like in the original work clearly relied on good luck, or perhaps on guidance given by his future self.

Such things were too unreliable.

At least for now, he felt such things were quite dangerous.

He wanted to step by step, with his feet firmly on the ground, cultivate to the Primordial Chaos realm.

"No, I must surpass the Primordial Chaos realm!"

Zhou Qing's gaze hardened, "Otherwise, although I myself am in no danger, the same cannot be said for the others!"

To be carefree, to be at ease.

To possess a cultivation base beyond that of the Heavenly Dao itself, no longer bound in the slightest.

If he were merely a cultivator trapped within this realm, then Primordial Chaos would naturally be his highest pursuit.

But having joined the chat group.

He might be able to set this goal a little higher.

Thinking as he went, he urged his true fire, smelting the gold.

A moment.

Several dozen jin of gold were smelted into refined gold the size of soybeans, dazzlingly radiant, emanating a sharp, keen aura.

"What a fine treasure!"

Just as he was about to smelt it together with various other materials into a flying sword, a flash of inspiration struck his mind.

"Wait, if the Shangcheng also accepts this refined gold, wouldn't I be able to make money from money?"

Adding a little refined gold to a flying sword would make it sharper.

If it were all forged from refined gold, then the flying sword might very well become a top-tier flying sword under heaven.

Of course, this "top-tier" was limited to the mortal realm.

Thinking of this, Zhou Qing opened the Shangcheng.

【Ding, refined gold is worth one hundred points. Sell?】

"Sell!"

Zhou Qing rejoiced greatly.

This was simply a business with no capital.

Just a few points' worth of gold, refined a little, and resold for a hundred points.

This was simply too profitable.

"Why haven't the others refined refined gold?"

Zhou Qing suddenly thought.

"Probably because their realm is higher, and they look down on it."

"Or perhaps, the method of refining refined gold is a special technique unique to my world, a specialty of my side of the world."

Having seen the various worlds in the chat group, Zhou Qing's acceptance of such things was very high.

In some worlds, ghosts and monsters were the specialty; in others, demons and fiends were the specialty.

In his world, a single refining technique being a specialty was nothing strange.

After exchanging for a hundred points, Zhou Qing bought more gold and began refining.

Repeating this, buying gold, selling refined gold.

When his magic power ran out midway, he rested. For seven consecutive days, Zhou Qing earned five thousand points, finally digging out his first pot of gold.

"Awesome!" Zhou Qing collapsed on the ground, utterly exhausted, yet his heart was full of joy.

Earning five thousand points in seven days was simply too thrilling for him right now.

These five thousand points could not only be exchanged for an immortal Wu Gong technique he had long been yearning for, but also for materials from other worlds to forge a Wish-Fulfilling flying sword.

With this, he could be considered to have swapped a fowling piece for a cannon, a cultivator fully capable of roaming the mortal realm.

After resting for a while, he chose a technique called the Innate Pure Yang Art.

The reason he chose this technique was, of course, that it contained a sword art and a sword-nurturing Famen.

Combined with the sword-riding art he already knew, he could be considered a cultivator equipped for both ranged and close combat.

Having exchanged for the technique, he also exchanged for elixirs.

Zhou Qing then began to comprehend it. As his understanding of the technique deepened, an unprecedented joy appeared on his face.

"This path of immortal Wu Gong is indeed wondrous. No wonder it seems even more wondrous than the Daoist cultivation methods of my side, as if carrying a touch of the immortal."

"No, it's even more mysterious and profound!"

This was a cultivation method created by an existence that surpassed a Primordial Saint; how could even the top Daoist sect cultivation methods compare to it?

After taking the elixir, Zhou Qing felt his physical body rapidly growing stronger.

The Daoist sect's method of refining essence into qi also tempered the physical body.

However, that was only incidental.

The Daoist sect's so-called four realms of refining essence into qi were fundamentally still a single path of Qi Refining, and did not place importance on the physical body.

Under the tempering of the Immortal Martial method, Zhou Qing sensed a path of cultivation utterly different from the Daoist sect's cultivation methods.

Physical strength, defense, and speed were unmatched.

Then came true qi.

The true qi condensed and refined, like divine steel.

Even more precious was that this kind of pure, condensed, highly destructive true qi had not weakened in its nourishment of the soul and physical body — on the contrary, it had grown stronger.

"How was this achieved?"

Zhou Qing had a hundred thousand whys in his heart, like a cat scratching.

Generally speaking, the more domineering the true qi, the less it could nourish the soul.

It was like the waves of a great river — though also water, its destructive force was tremendous, unlike spring rain that nourishes all things.

To transform it into a water source that nourishes all things, one still needed the river's banks and human harnessing.

And Zhou Qing, after pondering for a while, still did not understand how the Immortal Martial method tamed the domineering true qi and let it nourish the physical body and soul.

In the end, he could only attribute it to the supreme divine ability of a Primordial powerhouse — not something a cultivator of his realm could fathom.