Cultivating Immortality in Two Realms

Chapter 191 Entering the Game

Wusheng Temple.

Fang Qing, who was looking at the case file, looked up thoughtfully.

He didn't care about the Fang family's trivial matters at all, and his only order to Xu Hei was to ensure that the Fang family line continued.

Let alone him, even Xu Hei, now in charge of the Chamber of Commerce, might not care much about the profits from that entire jade mine. Compared to the intelligence they possessed, representing the ever-changing landscape of the ancient Shu region, it was a trivial matter.

"Let the Fang family suffer a great loss, it'll teach them a lesson..."

"As long as the entire family isn't wiped out... even if they are, there are still two lineages to take their place..."

Yuyifang.

This market originally opened only on the fifth day of each month, but in recent years, with the increase in the number of monks in Xituo County and the establishment of merchants from all directions, it has become a market open every day. A teahouse.

Inside the private room, wisps of white smoke rose, carrying a rich aroma of tea.

"Master, please use—..."

Even though Xu Hei broke through to the Dao Foundation stage and grew a little taller, he was still a dwarf.

With a smile on his face, he poured tea for Fayuan.

"This humble monk dares not..."

Although Fa Yuan looked much older, his cheeks were very rosy and his face was shiny with oil.

"Our two families have each gotten what they needed this time, and we should look out for each other."

Xu Hei, however, didn't take it to heart and waved his hand dismissively.

Fa Yuan understood that this was referring to the affairs of the Qingli Fang family.

"Alas... failing to educate one's children properly will ruin three generations; this is what Buddhist teachings refer to as a karmic hindrance..."

Monk Fayuan's face wore a compassionate expression: "Presumably, this time, Senior Xu will be able to get his wish and take away that green mulberry and jujube tree?" "Haha, how can one Qi-cultivating spiritual root be enough?"

Xu Hei slammed his hand on the table, his small eyes revealing greed and ruthlessness: "I want not only his family's spiritual root, but also their spiritual fields! That brat borrowed 20,000 jin of spiritual rice from me; I imagine you have quite a bit of that too, right?"

"These foundational cultivators are all ruthless and heartless..."

Fa Yuan shook his head inwardly, put his hands together, and adopted the demeanor of an honest monk: "Not much, not much... only a mere ten thousand catties." Although he had some connection with Fang Yixin, business was business.

Why not slaughter a fat pig that's delivered right to your door?

"That's perfect. How about you give me this IOU?"

Xu Heitu revealed his true colors.

"Well... this old monk has, after all, maintained a long-standing relationship with the Fang family..."

Monk Fayuan looked hesitant.

"I'll add spiritual resources!"

Xu Hei said calmly.

"make a deal!"

Monk Fayuan picked up his teacup, feeling delighted, and found the tea in his mouth to be exceptionally delicious...

After the monk Fayuan left, Xu Hei's expression immediately changed: "Pah... that despicable, greedy bastard, he took 50% of my money..." "Hmph, he'll eat any kind of flesh and blood, isn't he afraid of stuffing himself to death..."

He stared at the gleaming contract on the table, his face also full of hesitation: "Alas... to make this old man the villain, young master, you've really... made this old man suffer."

at the same time.

Another place in the market is Zuixianglou.

Inside the building, singing and dancing filled the air, and a captivating fragrance wafted out.

Fang Shanglin still remembers the kindness that Zeng Yuancheng showed him when he first came here and met him.

He said, "Brother Fang is a scion of a prominent family; he should sit with me."

That was the first time Fang Shanglin had ever felt respected, especially from a young master of the Daoji family!

After all, he also had a father with a Daoji lineage.

But the family kept the matter a secret, and the mother would only shed tears.

The older Fang Shanglin got, the less he understood it. It was his elder brother Zeng who taught him the etiquette of aristocratic families and brought him into that circle.

Everyone usually practices metaphysics and discusses the Dao, living freely and unrestrainedly, having a great time!

This is true cultivation!

Instead of toiling in the fields like back home, where even a young master from a prominent family like himself had to work during the busy farming season? Was that reasonable? "If only this time… if I succeed… I can not only obtain a large sum of spiritual resources, but also gain respect from my family, and even ride on the Zeng family's coattails… my future cultivation foundation will be promising!"

Fang Shanglin was lost in thought when suddenly a hand landed on his shoulder.

He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and the hand felt as if it were cast from steel.

Looking back, it was none other than his second uncle, Fang Wujiu!

"Second Uncle... Second Uncle..."

For some reason, Fang Shanglin felt a little guilty.

"If Master Fayuan hadn't sent monks to inform the family, we wouldn't have known you had already borrowed money from those two families..."

Fang Wujiu's expression was cold. If this were his own son, he might have beaten him to death.

But being the only male heir of the eldest son's direct line, he could only force himself to hold back and try to make his voice as gentle as possible: "It's alright if we borrowed grain, it's not like our family can't afford the interest... Where's the grain?"

He felt anxious, yet also somewhat hopeful.

Before the grain is delivered, withhold it and return it to the temple and the four-way merchant guild. At most, you'll lose a little interest.

His family can afford this.

"Where's the grain?"

Fang Wujiu asked again, and seeing Fang Shanglin's expression, he felt a sudden emptiness in his heart.

"The spirit tokens for withdrawing grain have been handed over to the Zeng family and are stored... in the market warehouse..."

Fang Shanglin spoke faster and faster as he spoke: "Second Uncle...you've come at the right time. Quickly bring the spirit rice from home, sign the spirit contract, and my family will..."

Snapped!

Before he could react, he received a slap across the face, which stung painfully.

"Second Uncle...you, you hit me?"

Fang Shanglin was taken aback.

"I only regret not hitting you harder... This little bit of wealth our family has accumulated is what your grandfather and I have worked tirelessly to cultivate day and night... It's what your mother painstakingly saved from her own cultivation rations, and yet... You've only been the head of the family for a few days, and you dare to risk all this wealth?" Fang Wujiu's tone was chilling: "Go, bring me back the spirit tokens... I don't care if you threaten, bribe, or beg... If you don't bring them back today, if you don't bring them back..."

His voice even choked up at the end.

If he can't get it back, what can he do with his only son, his older brother?

This Qingli Mountain was the foundation that my brother risked his life to build back then. Could it be... that this is fate?

"But... I already made a bold promise to Brother Zeng..."

Fang Shanglin said, "And... I said beforehand that once the spiritual funds are exchanged, neither party will regret it... Second Uncle, believe me! Please believe your nephew this once." Fang Wujiu suddenly lost all his strength and was too lazy to force his nephew any further, so he slowly walked back.

In the setting sun, his back was somewhat hunched.

Fang Shanglin watched this scene, feeling somewhat moved: "My second uncle had already separated from my family long ago... yet he has always helped my family, like a head steward..."

"But I am, after all, the eldest grandson of the main branch, and I am the head of the family!"

He walked into the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion and familiarly went to a private room.

A melody from a zither drifted out and lingered for three days.

Several dashing young men, dressed in fine clothes and riding spirited horses, were raising their cups in a toast when they saw him arrive. They laughed and said, "Shang Lin, why are you so late? Come... listen to the music of this 'Yellow Nightingale'! This Yellow Nightingale, Lady Yellow, has been instructed by the master Yin Ping'er... and she has excellent martial arts skills, making her the queen of our pleasure quarters! Haha..."

"Brother Zeng..."

Fang Shanglin sat down, drank a glass of wine, and found an opportunity to speak: "Then, regarding the spirit token, could it be..."

"Brother Fang, have you already made a decision on when to transport the grain?"

Zeng Yuancheng laughed, "We scions of noble families can handle deals worth tens of thousands of catties with a mere laugh... Uh, my dear brother, you don't actually have any say in things at home, do you?" "Of course not!"

Fang Shanglin felt a surge of energy and shouted, "I'm determined to do this business!"

"good!"

The group of young masters burst into laughter, becoming increasingly unrestrained...

Time passed day by day.

Although Fang Shanglin returned home several times to explain the pros and cons and ask for his family's support, Fang Yixin rarely gave him a beating. Even though he was a cultivator who had submitted to the beating, he was seriously injured for several days and could not get out of bed.

It has to be said that the ancient Shu's lack of spirit stones, a common equivalent, actually had its advantages.

That is, when making large-scale transactions, it is necessary to anchor a large amount of assets, which are often too much to be carried away in a few storage bags.

Therefore, as long as Fang Yixin guards the core of the warehouse's protective array, Fang Shanglin will have no way to stop him, and even his family head's seal will be taken away.

A few more days passed.

Le Mingxue, who was already middle-aged, carried a wooden tray with some food on it and entered Fang Shanglin's room.

"Mother…"

Upon seeing Le Mingxue enter, Fang Shanglin tried to turn over, but the movement aggravated his wound, causing him to grimace.

"News from the county indicates that the jade vein has already been mined..."

Le Mingxue put down her plate and looked at her son expressionlessly.

"Haha... I knew Brother Zeng was a man of integrity!"

Fang Shanglin beamed, "Mother, just you wait. Once we have the spiritual resources, I'll buy you a top-quality qi-cultivation artifact..."

"No need..." Le Mingxue stared at Fang Shanglin, looking at his face which was somewhat similar to her husband's. She couldn't understand why, as father and son, their personalities were so different.

"The majority of that jade mine was acquired by the masters of Wusheng Temple. The Zeng family contributed money and effort, running around tirelessly, but they only managed to get about 30%..." She shook her head: "How much more do you want?"

"What?" Fang Shanglin was stunned, as if struck by lightning.

"No, Brother Zeng wouldn't lie to me... We're all from prominent families, it's only right that we look out for each other..."

His eyes were glazed over, and he muttered to himself.

"Ha... what kind of aristocratic family do you think you are? Your father and mother were tenant farmers in the Zeng family back then, peasants by birth... You want to be a scion of an aristocratic family? Have you washed off the stench of the mud on your clothes yet?"

Le Mingxue was furious at their lack of ambition, and her tone became increasingly sharp and sarcastic.

She wasn't originally like this, but after her husband's early death, she had no choice but to be shrewish.

"I...I don't believe it! I'm going to find Brother Zeng...I'm going to Yuyifang!"

Fang Shanglin got up and struggled to leave the house.

"elder brother……"

A gentle woman came out, trying to persuade Fang Shanglin to stop.

"Don't stop him, let him go this once, it'll be a good opportunity for him to give up!"

Le Mingxue shouted, then sighed, "I'll go apologize to my father-in-law... and see how I can cover up this mess for your brother..."

He paused, then continued, "Back when your father divided the family property, my family and your second uncle's family were already two separate families... I really don't know if your father did this on purpose or unintentionally, but it's fortunate that the Fang family was able to preserve one lineage."