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Chapter 30: Settling Down

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"According to the rules of loose cultivators, the final strike on this monster tiger was made by Brother Fang, so you can take a share. What do you think?"

Chen Yi's somewhat turbid eyes swept over Fang Xing and suddenly opened his mouth.

"Big Brother!"

Chen Hongtian heard this and couldn't help but be anxious.

For this monster, how much effort did they spend? How could they give a share to an outsider!

This back and forth, how many spiritual stones was that!

They, Cangshan Five Righteous, mixed in the cultivation world, were not kind people!

Chen Yi shook his head, using his eyes to stop his third brother, telling him not to speak.

On the contrary, Hua Feiyue giggled upon hearing this: "Exactly... this little brother can kill the monster tiger with one strike, clearly his hand skills are not weak. I wonder which famous master he studied under?"

She was beating around the bush to inquire about Fang Xing's background and history.

"I have no sect or faction..."

Fang Xing chuckled: "As for the materials on the monster tiger, I can take nothing. It's just that I've been delayed outside recently, and I didn't expect the marketplace to become like this. I wonder how Qinglin Marketplace is doing now?"

With the herbs picked by drones, he didn't care about the materials on this Rank 1 monster tiger.

The main purpose of showing up was to gather information.

"In the marketplace, everything is fine... it's just that various materials have risen in price, and the elders of the Qingxuan Sect have issued a 'Monster Hunting Order.' Now, killing monsters can get an extra share of spiritual stones..."

Chen Yi let out a long breath, his somewhat old face carrying a trace of a bitter smile: "We were somewhat overwhelmed, so we went out to take the risk of hunting monsters..."

"So that's how it is..."

Fang Xing nodded clearly, asked a few more questions, and after a moment, arched his hands: "The mountains are high and the waters are long, we will meet again!"

Immediately, his figure flashed, disappearing into the dense forest, his figure turning several times before disappearing.

"Big Brother, why be so polite to a kid?" Chen Hongtian saw Fang Xing's agility, but his eyes flashed: "I don't think this person is a cultivator, not even a Primordial..."

"Hehe, Third Brother, you've misjudged this time... can an ordinary postnatal martial artist kill a 'Red Flame Tiger' with one strike?"

Hua Feiyue's voice was soft and charming, penetrating to the bone.

Meng Yi and Shen Yuxin came to the Red Flame Tiger, took out daggers and other items, preparing to collect monster materials.

At this time, flipping the monster tiger over, they exclaimed: "Big Brother, look!"

Chen Yi walked over and saw the snow-white belly of the monster tiger, which was now charred black.

"This is... Thunder Method? Thunder-attribute talisman?"

Chen Hongtian's gaze condensed.

"No, I'm afraid it's... a blood-refined magic tool!"

Chen Yi thought of the staff the silver-robed youth had been pointing at them, and suddenly felt a chill: "This person... cannot be provoked!"

Blood-refined magic tool!

Even in Qinglin Marketplace, they were extremely rare and uncommon items.

Holders were all existences at the peak of the Primordial Realm, and with blood-refined magic tools, even ordinary mid-stage Qi Condensation cultivators had to treat them as equals.

But this one appeared on a postnatal martial artist!

What did this mean?

If the other party didn't get it by luck, they must have a deep background and be extremely difficult to provoke!

And judging from the conversation just now, that youth was definitely not an arrogant person who got lucky.

"Big Brother and Second Sister are better at judging people..."

Chen Hongtian scratched the back of his head: "It's good that the person didn't share the monster meat. Let's hurry up and take the materials, and leave immediately..."

"Hmm, Third Brother's words are the most practical. This place should not be stayed in for long." Chen Yi nodded, directing the four to start skinning and pulling tendons of the Red Flame Tiger, each carrying over a hundred pounds of meat, as well as tiger skin, tiger bones, and tiger whip, and flew away...

From afar, Meng Yi's somewhat excited voice came: "The materials of this monster tiger are worth at least dozens of low-grade spiritual stones. We've made a fortune this time!"

"Hehe... it's a pity that monsters have increased, and the price of monster meat in the marketplace has fallen recently... otherwise we would have earned even more."

After these few people left, the bloody remains on the ground attracted a few hungry wolves, which excitedly licked the remaining minced meat.

And on a tree branch that no one paid attention to, a small bird pecked its wings and flew away.

"It seems those five people didn't lie to me, and they weren't blinded by greed..."

Not far away, Fang Xing looked at the monitoring and nodded.

"Qinglin Marketplace doesn't seem to take this beast tide as a big deal, so it's worth going to rent another house..."

It had to be said that housing was Fang Xing's obsession.

The previous owner had always been thinking about buying a house on Blue Star, but it was still indefinitely distant.

"If the house is cheap, maybe I can buy land in Qinglin Marketplace first?"

Fang Xing touched his chin, thinking thoughtfully.

Qinglin Marketplace.

This place was the same as usual, with not much difference, and seemed even more lively.

The reason for this was probably that the array covering the entire marketplace gave people a strong sense of security.

Fang Xing went to the marketplace as usual, then headed straight to an office set up by the Qingxuan Sect.

The Qingxuan Sect manager in charge of the shanty town was surnamed Zhang, with the religious name Qingyangzi, sporting a goat beard, and smiling at everyone.

But when Fang Xing asked about land prices, his expression became rarely serious: "Although this sect has much land, not a single piece can be sold... the houses in the shanty town are only for rent, not for sale!"

"So that's how it is, I was reckless."

Fang Xing apologized repeatedly, but was muttering in his heart: 'Not for sale? Then what's going on with that large mansion of the Zheng family? Isn't it just bullying us loose cultivators for being weak?'

'But such a good business, if it were me, I would also want long-term flow and wouldn't sell the hen that lays golden eggs...'

Loose cultivators and martial artists who rent houses have to pay money every month, and the speed of changing tenants is extremely fast; one doesn't know when they will die.

At this time, the Qingxuan Sect can take the house back and earn another sum.

"Then I wonder about renting a house?"

He retreated to the next best thing and asked.

"Good to let the little friend know, the rental houses in this marketplace are divided into three grades: high, medium, and low. High-grade ones are inside the marketplace, occupying over an acre, with exquisite architecture... medium-grade ones are at the edge of the marketplace, full of spiritual energy, with small courtyards... low-grade ones are at the foot of the mountain, those shacks you've also seen."

Qingyangzi returned to his smiling expression, stroking his beard: "You don't need to ask about high-grade cave dwellings. Medium-grade cave dwellings are ten spiritual stones a month, generally only affordable by those late-stage Qi Condensation experts and mid-stage Qi Condensation cultivators with special skills..."

Speaking of this, he looked at Fang Xing, his eyes seeming somewhat provocative.

But Fang Xing was expressionless, knowing that once he got hot-headed, he would fall into a consumption trap and become a sucker: "Just the low-grade shacks!"

"Low-grade shacks, one spiritual stone a month, with an extra deposit of one, these are the ones not yet selected, you can choose any one."

Qingyangzi's smile faded a lot, and he took out a thick book and handed it to Fang Xing: "Those without red ink annotations on this are all ownerless houses; you can choose any one."

Fang Xing observed carefully, comparing it with the map of the shanty town taken by the drone in his mind.

Actually, there was nothing to choose from; the environment was the same anyway! Equally poor and dangerous!

However, Fang Xing still tried his best to choose a relatively remote place where it was most convenient to run away: "Just this one."

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"Hmm."

Qingyangzi collected two spiritual stones, handed a brass key to Fang Xing, and urged: "Due to the beast tide, some unruly wild cultivators have also entered the marketplace one after another. The marketplace is not peaceful now, so you should take care of yourself..."

"Thank you for the information..."

Fang Xing arched his hands and left the office: 'Hmm, although this Qingyangzi is greedy for money... he doesn't seem to be a bad person.'

Holding the brass key, he didn't rush to his own house, but first strolled around the marketplace.

Strolling like this, Fang Xing immediately discovered the difference.

"Sure enough, the prices of various monster materials have plummeted... but daily necessities have risen sharply... after all, farmers have either fled into the marketplace or been eaten by monsters. Who is left to farm or do chores?"

"With most of the marketplace still remaining at the economic scale of barter, if they encountered the financial means of the interstellar era, I don't know how miserably they would be harvested? Uh... that doesn't seem right either. After all, some people can flip the table, like those three major forces, who would probably watch me earn a lot of spiritual stones with a smile, and then wait until the end to send out experts to rob me directly, and by the way, borrow my head to calm the resentment?"

"Sure enough, in such a place of chaotic war, talking about revitalizing commerce is all bullshit; having big fists is the truth."

At this thought, Fang Xing had no thoughts of doing business to earn big money, and prepared to buy a few pounds of spiritual rice.

Then he helplessly discovered that due to the abandonment of a large amount of spiritual fields, the price of spiritual rice had risen sharply, reaching the level of two spiritual sands per pound, a full double higher than before!

"Damn it, this is robbery... no, robbery isn't as fast as this."

"Instead of this, I might as well buy some monster meat to taste..."

Fang Xing lingered between various stalls, and suddenly his eyes lit up, seeing Ding Hongxiu and her grandfather!

This grandfather and granddaughter were guarding a spiritual rice stall. Ding Hongxiu was timidly greeting business, while Ding Bushan was lying on the side, occasionally taking a sip of wine.

'No, I'm in my true appearance now, they don't recognize me...'

Fang Xing's heart moved, and he came to the spiritual rice stall: "How do you sell this lotus-scented spiritual rice?"

"One spiritual stone for six pounds!"

Ding Hongxiu answered. The prices at loose cultivator stalls were definitely cheaper than shops, otherwise they wouldn't attract customers.

"A bit expensive..."

Fang Xing frowned: "It used to be ten pounds for one spiritual stone. If I buy more, give me a discount, otherwise I might as well buy some monster meat to eat!"

"Big business!"

Ding Bushan hurriedly threw away the wine gourd and leaned over, his wine-red nose carrying a smile: "If the guest buys over fifty pounds, the old man can make the decision to give the guest a discount. How about eight spiritual stones for fifty pounds?"

"Forget it, let's do it this way."

Fang Xing waved his hand, knowing there was no more discount.

After the transaction was completed, looking at his departing back, Ding Bushan said to his granddaughter: "See that? That's called a young handsome man. Just looking at that robe, you know it's not an ordinary item, and he's generous, and wants to buy spiritual rice to eat, so he must have plenty of spiritual stones... sigh, little Hongxiu, you need to keep your eyes open. In the future, when looking for a granddaughter-in-law for grandpa, you have to look for this kind. Don't provoke the kind of poor stall-owners from last time..." ===== CHAPTER 31 =====

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