Immortality and Cultivation: I Have Three Times the Lifespan

Chapter 43 Azure Profound Longevity Tortoise Wood

Deacon Qian stroked his beard and pondered for a moment: "Same as always, Fellow Daoist Yang is a regular customer. These three puppets will each be priced at twenty low-grade spirit stones. How about that? As you know, although these puppets are good, they require divine sense to control, so their sales are ultimately not as good as talismans, pills, and magic artifacts."

Among the Hundred Arts, the head is still an elixir for enhancing cultivation, an essential magical artifact for protection, and a talisman with the lowest barrier to entry.

As for formations, they are like a business that doesn't operate for three years but then thrives for three years when it does, so they are not included in this comparison.

While puppets only require spirit stones to operate, they still need divine sense and professional control methods to unleash their full power, which is where they fall short.

Yang Changsheng quickly made a decision in his mind.

The cost is nine yuan, the selling price is twenty yuan, and the profit is eleven spirit stones. Three pieces would be thirty-three low-grade spirit stones.

It took six months to produce three puppets, averaging five spirit stones and fifty spirit beads per month.

For a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator, especially a rogue cultivator who also works as a fisherman or farmer, this is already a considerable super income.

His face remained calm as he nodded in agreement and smiled, "Deacon Qian is fair; let's go with this price."

"readily!"

Deacon Qian's smile widened, and he immediately pointed out sixty crystal-clear low-grade spirit stones and pushed them over.

The spirit stone feels slightly cool to the touch, and its pure spiritual energy is invigorating.

Yang Changsheng checked the contents and found them to be correct. He put them into his storage bag, stood up to take his leave, and said, "I'm sorry to have troubled you, Steward Qian. I still need to go to the Hundred Herbs Pavilion."

"Fellow Daoist Yang, take care. If you find any good stuff... remember to come back and visit Old Qian again!" Steward Qian warmly saw Yang Changsheng out of the private room.

The incredibly young puppeteer has a lot of room for growth in the future. As long as there is business, it will all be a testament to his achievements and qualifications.

Leaving Wanbaoge, Yang Changsheng continued walking straight to the street of rogue cultivators, to the shop that exuded a rich medicinal fragrance, Baicaoge.

Unlike the bustling atmosphere of Duobao Pavilion, Manager Sun of Baicao Pavilion was an elderly man in a blue robe with white hair and beard and a face full of wrinkles, always carrying a certain reserve and indifference unique to alchemists.

If I hadn't bought the pills several times, especially the beauty pills, the other party would still have remained indifferent.

"Manager Sun," Yang Changsheng said, bowing.

"Hmm, young friend Yang, you're here again. Are you buying low-grade Marrow Cleansing Pills again?"

Manager Sun glanced at the handsome young man, his gaze lingering on him for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing across his face before he quickly calmed down.

Under normal circumstances, cultivators in the early stages of Qi Refining who take low-grade Marrow Cleansing Pills to improve their cultivation need a two-month interval to allow the pill to eliminate its toxins on its own; otherwise, it will affect their foundation.

The other party bought seven pills two years ago. Normally, they wouldn't be able to use them all in two years, but they bought them again in between, and the magic power is still pure.

However, that's the customer's business, and he couldn't be bothered to deal with it.

Yang Changsheng shook his head and smiled, "I have already broken through to the fourth level of Qi Refining and need to buy a mid-grade Marrow Cleansing Pill."

The first-grade mid-level Marrow Cleansing Pill contains pure herbal spiritual energy, making it even more effective and exactly what mid-stage Qi Refining cultivators need for their cultivation.

However, the exorbitant price of twenty spirit stones per stone made his heart clench slightly.

Alchemists are indeed the most profitable consumable craftsmen.

"A breakthrough in cultivation... then it's definitely time to change to new pills!"

For the first time, his usually calm face broke into a smile, because at this level the profits were substantial enough that this young customer was someone to be taken seriously.

"I want to buy three."

Yang Changsheng explained that it wasn't that he didn't want to buy more, but he still needed to purchase puppet materials and acquire waste pills, and he simply didn't have any extra spirit stones in his storage bag.

Having studied puppetry for over two years, the first pot of gold he received from Jie Xiu had long since been used up.

Manager Sun took a small white jade bottle from the row of jade medicine cabinets behind him that exuded a cold aura, placed it on the counter, and said, "Sixty low-grade spirit stones."

Yang Changsheng promptly paid the spirit stones and carefully put away the pills.

Just as I was about to say goodbye, my gaze was once again drawn to an inconspicuous decoration in the corner of the counter.

It was a palm-sized wooden carving, made of neither gold nor jade, with a warm and understated deep blue color. The carving depicted a crouching turtle with its head raised, the shell patterns delicate and lifelike, carrying an indescribable sense of antiquity and vicissitude.

What's even more peculiar is that this wood carving seems to have a faint, almost imperceptible resonance with the golden ancient tree imprint in the sea of ​​consciousness.

This was a secret he had discovered three years ago, but because he wasn't familiar with Manager Sun and wanted to avoid being exposed, he didn't ask about it.

"Manager Sun, this tortoise-shaped wooden carving... I wonder if you'd like to sell it?"

Yang Changsheng asked casually, tapping the green tortoise wood carving lightly with his finger.

He had noticed the change in the other party's attitude earlier. Now that they were an acquaintance and a significant customer, it was time to test the waters.

Manager Sun followed his finger and looked down. His usually indifferent old face showed a rare hint of tenderness and appreciation.

He carefully picked up the wooden tortoise carving, gently brushed away non-existent dust with his sleeve, and shook his head, saying, "Young friend Yang has a discerning eye."

This item is called "Azure Longevity Turtle Wood". It is a top-grade first-tier spiritual wood material. It grows deep in the earth veins and spiritual caves, containing a trace of earth vein vitality and the essence of Wu Earth. It is an excellent auxiliary material for refining first-tier top-grade defensive or functional magic weapons, and can enhance the spirituality and toughness of magic weapons.

This was something I acquired by chance many years ago, and I've kept it here ever since... as a keepsake, not for sale.

He paused, looked at Yang Changsheng, and smiled knowingly: "If you are really interested, young friend... this item is worth about two hundred low-grade spirit stones. However, I have no intention of selling it for the time being."

Yang Changsheng's heart skipped a beat.

Two hundred spirit stones was far beyond his expectations, almost equivalent to the price of ten Xuan Tie woodcutters he had painstakingly crafted!

He remained expressionless, suppressing the tremor in his mind caused by the resonance, and calmly said, "I see. I was being presumptuous. Such a treasure should be cherished. If Manager Sun is willing to sell it when I have more spirit stones in the future, please let me know."

Yang Changsheng bowed and took his leave, but he firmly remembered the shape and aura of the Azure Longevity Tortoise Wood.

As we left Baicao Pavilion, dusk was approaching, and the market lights were just coming on.

The hustle and bustle of the market, like the receding tide, gradually thinned out and faded away as Yang Changsheng headed southeast.

As the streetlights gradually illuminated the area, they cast a warm yellow glow on the bluestone pavement, outlining the contours of a secluded alleyway.

At the entrance of the alley stands a green stone about half a person's height, inscribed with three ancient and vigorous seal characters: Bichao Alley.

As soon as Yang Changsheng stepped into the alley, he felt a slight relaxation in every pore of his body.

The concentration of spiritual energy here is significantly higher than that of the main streets of the outer market, and it is even comparable to the area inside the Azure Lake where high-class fishermen and farmers live.

The air was filled with a faint scent of grass and trees and a calm spiritual aura, clearly the effect of a spirit-gathering array being set up.

As far as the eye can see, the buildings in the alley are all small, independent courtyards with white walls, black tiles, and upturned eaves, which are elegant and unique.

As the evening breeze blew by, the small bronze bells hanging from the eaves emitted a very light and crisp "ding-ding" sound, adding a touch of otherworldly elegance to the tranquility.