Arcane Journey

Brian walked past many urban buildings and finally stopped in front of a brewery.

On the purple xuan wood plaque above, there are three characters "Zuixianglou" written in flying colors.

If what he expected was true, this shop should be the largest brewery in the entire city. Not only could it brew a variety of spiritual wines, but it could also long-term purchase of essential ingredients for brewing, such as spiritual rice and spiritual fruits.

Feeling that he had saved nearly a thousand kilograms of spiritual rice through frugality in his storage bag, Brian chose this place as his target for selling spiritual rice.

After all, this is only a thousand kilograms of spiritual rice. Setting up a stall to sell it by yourself would certainly yield more, but it would be a waste of time, and you might also be targeted by some monks in the market who make a living by robbing.

Relatively speaking, the reputation of the big shops in Fangshi is better. In terms of their structure, it is absolutely impossible to kill these miserable casual cultivators just because of dozens of spiritual stones.

Of course, this is only relative.

If Brian came to sell a Millennium Spirit Fruit, not to mention in shops, I am afraid that the entire foundation-building family in the immortal cultivation world of Yu Kingdom would fight for it with red eyes, regardless of his old face.

The rules of survival in the world of immortality are actually no different from those in the real world. In the face of interests, as long as they feel it is worth doing, then the so-called reputation and face are probably all nonsense.

It is precisely because of this that Brian would rather lose some spiritual stones and choose to sell them in a big store.

After all, his strength is only at the third level of Qi Refining. In the eyes of most monks who have reached the middle stage of Qi Refining, he is the kind of low-level monk who is very easy to bully.

Otherwise, Lin Ren from Luo Shu Pavilion would not have deceived him so brazenly.

As soon as Brian entered Zuixiang Building, a drunk man with unshaven beard and slovenly clothes walked towards him, and he bumped into him.

He suppressed the unpleasant smell of alcohol and pushed the drunken man aside.

The waiter at Zuixianglou also kicked the drunken man out with disgust on his face.

Brian frowned unconsciously as he looked at the drunk man staggering away.

As an immortal cultivator, he is like a transcendent being. How could he be easily drunk by spiritual wine.

The most important thing is that it can be seen from the other party's clothes that this person is definitely not a wealthy monk. He can make him drunk with spiritual wine. How many spiritual stones does he have to spend to do it.

'I'm afraid this person is most likely a cheater. 'Brian looked back and unconsciously raised his vigilance.

At this moment, the restaurant waiter who drove the drunkard away immediately came over with a smile on his face, "What does this fellow Taoist need..."

"I'm here to sell spiritual rice." Brian patted his storage bag, frowned and sniffed the smell of alcohol in the air.

He always felt that he had just been hit by a drunk man, and the smell of alcohol was left on his body, but when he checked carefully, it didn't feel like it was emanating from his own body.

"I am not an ordinary spirit rice, so..." Brian reminded him deliberately.

"Okay, I understand. Fellow Taoist, please come with me."

After hearing Brian's profound words, the clever man immediately understood what he meant and enthusiastically took him to a wing on the second floor.

In the room, a rich male cultivator wearing a blue-gray engraved cloud brocade outfit stood up.

He was probably in his 50s. When he saw Brian coming in, he showed a kind smile on his face and said, "This fellow Taoist, I'm sorry. I'm in Xialuotian, one of the deacons of Zuixiang Tower. If you need anything, please Just ask."

"I'm here to sell spiritual rice, please check it with Deacon Luo."

Brian replied calmly. At the same time, he instantly felt the unfathomable spiritual power fluctuations of the other party. He secretly realized with awe in his heart that this person's strength was probably at least in the late stage of Qi refining.With that said, he no longer wasted time, patted the storage bag, took out a bag of spiritual rice, and asked him to check it.

Deacon Luo opened the bag of spiritual rice and looked at the spiritual rice inside which was full of grains, full of spiritual energy, and even slightly glowing with a light golden light. He suddenly showed a surprised look.

Obviously, he did not expect that the humble-looking early-stage monk in front of him could actually produce high-quality spiritual rice.

Even the spiritual rice in the world of immortality is also divided into four, six or nine levels.

After all, it is Lingtian’s spiritual veins that determine the quality of spiritual rice.

In the opinion of Deacon Luo, these spiritual rice in front of him probably need to be cultivated in a spiritual field with at least second-level spiritual veins.

However, for any cultivating family with second-level spiritual veins, it is much more cost-effective to plant some ginseng and polygonum multiflorum in the spiritual field than to plant spiritual rice.

Therefore, such spiritual rice is still rare in the world of immortality.

But they, Zuixianglou, have to need it, because it is an essential material for brewing the top-grade spiritual wine Xianlu wine.

Unexpectedly, there would be unexpected gains today.

"Fellow Taoist, how many of these spiritual rice do you have?" Deacon Luo looked away and asked enthusiastically.

After that, he poured Brian a cup of misty spiritual tea.

"It's about a thousand kilograms." Brian waved his hand and took out all the remaining nine bags of spiritual rice.

As a spiritual farmer who works part-time as a druid, there is probably no one who is better at planting than him.

These high-grade spiritual rice are all the result of his extra care through Druid magic, otherwise he would not have thought of choosing a store with a better reputation to sell them.

"Great, we have purchased all these Lingmi." Deacon Luo smiled slightly and quoted the price to him, "For the sake of fellow Taoist coming to our store for the first time, I will buy it at a price higher than the market price. , for every hundred kilograms of spiritual rice, ten spiritual stones are purchased, what do you think, fellow Taoist?"

'So expensive? '

Brian was also surprised by the price quoted by Deacon Luo. Under such circumstances, he naturally nodded in agreement without thinking.

It's a pity that his strength is limited, otherwise, he would be able to mature more high-grade spiritual rice through Druid magic.

Of course, if he waits until he really becomes stronger and then does the unpromising job of ripening spiritual rice, he might as well be killed headlong.

Isn’t the ripening herb and elixir fragrant?

Seeing Brian nodding in agreement, the clever clerk quickly stepped forward, counted the spirit rice, and said, "A total of one thousand and eighty kilograms of spirit rice, worth 100 yuan and eight broken spirits."

Deacon Luo waved his hand, and a small bag containing spiritual stones appeared in his palm. He smiled at Brian and said, "This is one hundred and one spiritual stones. If you, fellow Taoist, still have such quality in the future, Lingmi, be sure to come to our Zuixiang Building to sell it, and we will definitely give you the best price."

"This is natural." Brian took the spirit stone and turned to leave.

He originally thought that these spiritual rice could be sold to this group of profiteers for 50 yuan of spiritual stones, even if it was a high price for burning incense, but he did not expect that it completely exceeded his estimate.

It can be seen from this that his druid profession, which focuses on the way of nature, is very suitable for being a hard-working spiritual farmer in the world of immortality. (End of chapter)