Chapter 367: Chapter 241: Cultivation World 31_2
"I need to earn spirit stones now to purchase a Golden Core Pill. Zhang Wu doesn’t want me to earn spirit stones to buy the Golden Core Pill, so he’ll come to snatch my customers. Previous cultivator seniors have all been snatched by Zhang Wu."
"I see." No wonder that Zhang Wu looked at Zhao San with such a hateful gaze.
Zhao San guided Lu onto the main street, which was three zhang wide, with buildings on both sides lined like scales, and banners hanging under the blue tiles bearing the names "Dan Sha Workshop" and "Hundred Herbs Pavilion."
The steam from the opened bamboo basket was wrapped with the sweet scent of spirit grain and collided directly with the sparks flying from the iron shop.
An old woman squatted at the street corner guarding a bamboo sieve, beside which lay three violet-patterned ganoderma: fifty-year wild goods, exchangeable for a bundle of Jiao Jin Rope!
Suddenly, a beast-drawn cart rumbled past, the rock lizard pulling the cart swung its tail and knocked over a pottery jar, spilling honeyed plums all over the ground, yet the driver leaned out to throw a wine gourd: "Sorry! Have some iced bayberry brew, brothers!"
After visiting the main street, Zhao San guided Si Lingle into another street.
Zhao San tapped his tobacco pipe on the mottled wall bricks: "See the Mystic Bird Badge on the roof? It’s the mark of the City Lord Mansion!"
He sneered and pointed at the uneven rooftops between the alleys, "Loose cultivators have to rent land to build houses, paying five thousand low-grade spirit stones annually. If one were to perish..."
Ash flicked onto the bluestone slabs, "The house returns to the public, not even a tile may be removed!" Suddenly he lowered his voice, "Only the Zhu family on North Street is different—that’s hereditary land granted by the City Lord, while we’re... mere weeds."
Turning into a narrow dark alley, the scene suddenly came alive: bare-chested men fell asleep on bamboo cots, half a roll of "Energy-Introducing Technique" pressed beneath them;
A female cultivator squatted by the well scraping scales, as silverfish struck lightning in the basin.
Zhao San kicked open the creaky wooden door: "We’re here at the ’Old Cripple Restaurant’!" Amidst the heat, dozens of low stools surrounded a stone stove, diners slurping spirit wheat noodles from sea bowls, bits of meat floating in the oil.
"One low-grade spirit stone for a full meal!" The old man, supported on one leg, laughed heartily, "The demon beast bit off my leg, but in exchange, I got this shopfront worth it!"
Tasting the spirit wheat noodles, the flavor was quite good.
After eating the spirit wheat noodles, Zhao San continued wandering with Si Lingle.
Upon reaching the East District, it was more prosperous than the other three districts.
Zhao San informed them that the East District was home to the family forces of Chaos Star Palace sects, and outside cultivators were not qualified to reside in the East District.
Visiting loose cultivators could only live in the West District.
"I want to buy some books related to the Four Arts, which stores sell them?" Si Lingle inquired via voice transmission.
"Senior, books related to the Four Arts are sold at Star Tower. Star Tower is a store run by the Chaos Star Palace, but Four Arts books are not cheap."
"That’s fine, lead the way, I’ll take a look."
"Okay." Zhao San led the way and brought Si Lingle to the Star Tower.
The Star Tower had three floors, and the area of the first floor was not small.
Many things were placed there.
"Customer, what do you need to buy?"
"Do you have Void Stone, Rainbow Gold Crystal, Star Meteorite Iron, or Star Sand?"
"Customer, we have them all."
As expected of a store opened by the most powerful force, they had such rare materials.
The shopkeeper had the items brought out.
Si Lingle checked them and confirmed they were genuine.
However, these things weren’t cheap, but Si Lingle bought them anyway, as they were needed to craft the Space-Time Shuttle Array.
After purchasing, Si Lingle asked Zhao San to help her rent a house.
The house Si Lingle rented was owned by Zhao San’s family, a two-courtyard small yard, cleaned very thoroughly.
"This is the Golden Core Pill, it’s for you." Si Lingle took out a bottle and handed it to Zhao San.
Zhao San didn’t expect Si Lingle to actually give him a Golden Core Pill; he prepared to kneel down and thank her.
Zhao San hadn’t even knelt when he was gently lifted by a soft force.
"We are fated, there’s no need for such grand gestures."
"Senior, how long do you plan to stay in Star City?" Zhao San asked.
"Might be a few years, maybe a decade or so." Si Lingle wasn’t sure either.
"Senior, you know, loose cultivators in Star City can only stay for a month, more than a month and you’ll need to pay spirit stones, senior I’ll handle it for you tomorrow, by then you’ll be able to reside in Star City permanently."
"However, it would be a bit of a grievance for you, just say you’re a distant relative of the Zhao family."
"That’s fine." Si Lingle nodded, agreeing.
"Senior rest, I won’t disturb any longer." Zhao San returned to his own room.
After returning to her room, Si Lingle set up an array and began meditating for cultivation.
The next day, Zhao San went to find someone.
His ancestors had lived here for seven generations, so he had some connections.
Half an hour later, Zhao San returned with a new token, handing the copper token to Si Lingle.
With this copper token, it would prove her identity.
