Chapter 218: Entering a New Track (Seeking Subscriptions)

Above the first-rate are the strong first-rate; if one must be precise, there are also special cases like the "all-first-rate," and only then does one reach the level of a genius. Furthermore, there is a threshold for geniuses, and even a sub-classification for "weak geniuses."

In short, it is still a very long way from being a genius!

Du En, on the other hand, possesses a Firm Spirit Body and cultivates both Dharma and body, making him the most resistant to pressure, yet he was still nearly blown to pieces, leaving nothing behind.

If not for his divine ability to recover and his fifth-tier precious pill, even if he were barely saved afterward, his foundation would likely have been ruined!

It can be said that such secret arts are truly terrifying, and the Falling Feather Immortal Sect, which can create so many such secret arts and use them in battlefield slaughter, is even more terrifying.

It is no wonder that the old City Lord, Yang Feng, is acting this way now, not daring to show even a shred of the reserve of an elder.

The battlefield is truly terrifying, and the Immortal Sect is even more so!

"It's a pity they are all inclined toward group self-destruction; if there were individual ones, I would have to find a way to exchange for them."

Du En has the divine ability of "Burial of Death, Glory of Life" to suppress his body, so he is not afraid of the side effects of self-destructive, life-burning secret arts; he only needs to trigger the divine ability when his life is about to burn out.

Just because they cannot be found on the Golden Core stage list does not mean they do not exist at the Nascent Soul stage or above, so he does not have many regrets for now; in any case, he does not have any merit points on hand yet.

He casually dismissed the contents of the jade tablet directory, officially finished this purchasing and exchange session, and turned to face the old City Lord outside the door.

"City Lord Yang, please take me to the spirit beasts to complete the purchase, then introduce the part-time job at the artifact refining workshop in detail. Finally, I would like to ask, within the inner city, is there a venue specifically for practicing spells?"

"Eh, Traveler Du, there is no need to be so polite. A spell practice venue naturally exists. I, this old Daoist, will introduce them to you one by one. Please!"

"I'll trouble you."

The two of them—one doing their own thing, the other sticking to their usual ways—looked quite awkward together, difficult to mesh smoothly, but neither had any intention of changing.

Next, Yang Feng brought Du En into the inner city.

The managers of the various spirit beast farms had long since consciously come to wait in front of the City Lord's mansion, sweating nervously.

Although the problems with the spirit beasts were caused by Gao Feng before, if one were to truly investigate, they could not escape responsibility either, so naturally, they were terrified now.

However, seeing Du En's calm expression, Yang Feng weighed his options and decided not to create extra trouble, directly waving his hand to tell them to hurry and gather all those old and sick individuals in one place.

The managers immediately breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to act, feeling not only astonishment toward Du En but also a sense of gratitude.

Because Yang Feng did not deliberately hide it, they could see at a glance that it was this side acting as the main influencing factor that kept them from being held accountable.

Then, as the two walked in a leisurely and gentle manner toward the designated beast farm, Yang Feng introduced various third-tier spell practice venues to Du En: some simulated nature, some had static and moving targets, and some were specialized for certain situations.

Such things were varied and quite diverse.

He also took the opportunity to introduce places for cultivation, because the two are sometimes mixed together—that is, higher-end, comprehensive cave dwellings that can be customized according to individual circumstances.

Whether for closed-door breakthroughs or daily self-tempering, such cave dwellings are naturally better, and in South End City, there are actually quite a few such vacant third-tier cave dwellings.

"However, a portion of them are rented out; the local upper-middle class can spend spirit stones to rent them, and I, this old Daoist, am no exception. As for the other, better ones, they are used as rewards—not opened without a reward, and not occupied without merit."

Yang Feng explained this point.

He was not stuttering now, but rather carrying a clear implication.

As long as Du En spoke up, he would pay the spirit stones.

But Du En had no intention of speaking up.

Because for him, ordinary venues would suffice.

The reason is also very simple: the fifth-tier spiritual energy environment of this inner city is far beyond the needs of the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core stages; there is actually no need to pursue anything too high.

Therefore, he just made sure to confirm which practice venues he could use in compliance with the rules and noted down their locations, preparing to frequent them or even live there directly.

In any case, he did not care about the environmental conditions.

Yang Feng waited for a long time without hearing a request for anything extravagant, and he was actually quite disappointed.

However, he did not show the slightest bit of it on the surface.

At this moment, they arrived at the beast farm.

In a fenced-off open space, one after another, old and sick spirit beasts appeared before Du En.

Aside from appearing weak and slight due to rapid, mass-scale cultivation, these spirit beasts had another obvious difference from wild demonic beasts.

That is, their spiritual intelligence showed no signs of awakening at all; they were entirely dull and foolish, lacking any aggression, bred specifically to produce various materials—they were mere livestock.

"Traveler Du, what do you think?"

"Hmm, very good. However, if I buy them, can I leave them here to be raised for a while?"

"Yes, absolutely!"

Yang Feng waved his hand grandly, then looked at the managers, speaking harshly with his white beard trembling: "You must raise them well for me! If they are raised to death before Traveler Du comes to collect them, I will send you all to the front lines!"

Once these Foundation Establishment perfection-stage beast farm managers heard this, their legs went weak, and they knelt down, promising repeatedly.

Going to the front lines as cannon fodder—that was a thousand, ten thousand times more miserable than being a patrol guard at an outpost!

"Get up, no need to be so nervous, don't have too much pressure."

Du En spoke up to interrupt them.

Except for the hundred he intended to kill himself and bury in a death site, it wouldn't really be a big problem even if the others were raised to death.

However, even though he had stated his position, the managers still knelt for a while, putting on that display of being moved to tears, which made him too lazy to say anything more.

Next was the matter of the part-time artifact refining job.

This was also settled very quickly.

Then, Du En was finally able to shake off Yang Feng, this overly enthusiastic old City Lord.

He quickly began a new life of grinding and practicing.

Refining artifacts to rack up the count, earning money to buy spiritual materials to ensure the daily maintenance of spirit meals.

On the first day of his part-time job, he first refined a new third-tier middle-grade pot, which could bridge the slight deficiencies in the spirit meals, raising the finished product from third-tier middle-low grade to third-tier high grade.

Relying mainly on the third-tier high-grade spirit meals, plus the third-tier low-grade Lacquer Shadow Dharma Robe, and the rich spiritual energy environment of the inner city, he was able to maintain his previous cultivation efficiency while working part-time at artifact refining—refining ten items publicly and one privately every day—and even found time to go to the Scripture Library to cram various knowledge.

Everything was on the right track; with things falling into place, success was a logical outcome.

First, he spent one day converting the Earth Cannon Art into the Giant Cannon Art, the Flying Sand Art into the Wind Sand Art, and the Breath Concealment Art into the Ice Breath Art.

(End of chapter)