164 Misty Rain (1)
“Why do you say that?” Jiang Ming asked with a smile. He did not look down on the old man just because he was a mortal. The old man could be well-connected, after all.
Jiang Ming bought two pounds of the persimmons the old man was selling with some silver. He chatted with the old man while eating and walking.
The currency in this world was somewhat inflated, but silver was still a hard currency for ordinary people.
“You’re too kind!” The old man accepted the silver and was obviously much more enthusiastic. He gave Jiang Ming a detailed explanation.
“During the day, there are late-stage Qi Refinement Realm enforcers patrolling this mountain. No matter if you are a mortal or an immortal cultivator, you are forbidden from causing trouble. Otherwise, you will be expelled from the mountain or killed on the spot! Even a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator wouldn’t dare break the rules here. After all, there’s still a Golden Core cultivator in charge of Xiaoqian Mountain. At night, only those who rent or buy cave abodes at Xiaoqian Mountain can stay there. Otherwise, no one cares about anything that happens outside the cave abodes.”
Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows slightly. It seemed that if he wanted to survive in this Xiaoqian Mountain for a long time, he had to find a cave abode.
“It seems that I can’t build it myself. I have to rent or buy an official one,” he thought.
Jiang Ming raised the persimmon in his hand and asked with a smile, “Where do you sell these?”
The old man grinned. “The round valley market near the mountain gate has a special area to sell both mortal items and immortal cultivator treasures. The immortals have cravings for many mortal items. Thus, I manage to have quite a few sales. How’s the fruit?”
Jiang Ming smiled sincerely. “It’s very sweet.”
“That’s right. Only high-quality goods can be sold by mortals in Xiaoqian Mountain.” The old man smiled smugly.
Jiang Ming also smiled. He suddenly felt that if there was no strife, the life of an immortal cultivator would be good.
He looked at the crowd around him and understood something.
Those who walked the path of immortal cultivation did not necessarily do it for longevity. For most of the immortal cultivators, it was simply a means to enjoy life.
After all, even if they tried their best, most immortal cultivators would not be able to build their foundation. Thus, most of them had the tendency to devote less time to cultivation and more time to happiness.
After chatting with the old man for a while to gain some understanding of the rules and customs of Xiaoqian Mountain, Jiang Ming said goodbye to him and walked to the mountain gate while eating a persimmon.
The rules of survival in a place could only be understood by the people at the bottom rung of society!
“I’m Jiang Ming, an individual cultivator. It’s my first time here, so I hope you can give me some pointers!”
Jiang Ming introduced himself to some immortal cultivators at the mountain gate.
The name Jiang Ming was nothing special. Even in Great Cloud City, there were many people with the same name. It made no difference whether he used his real name or not.
The guard at the mountain gate was a middle-aged man at the third level of the Qi Refinement Realm. When he sensed that Jiang Ming was at the fourth level of Qi Refinement Realm cultivation, he was shocked. He gave Jiang Ming a polite smile.
Many individual cultivators could never break through to the fourth level of the Qi Refinement Realm. Thus, the guard knew he could not be rude to Jiang Ming.
The guard immediately handed over a Jade Slip and said respectfully, “This is the first time you’ve come to the Xiaoqian Mountain. There’s some information you need to know here.”
Jiang Ming took the Jade Slip and put it on his forehead to sense for a moment. He learned about the social norms and the economic situation of Xiaoqian Mountain.
After returning the Jade Slip to the guard, Jiang Ming handed him a spirit stone fragment. The guard was ecstatic. They chatted for a while before Jiang Ming walked forward.
When Wu Hen returned to the mortal world, he got a few spirit stones for Jiang Ming. However, Jiang Ming would not be stingy with them.
Jiang Ming wanted to make more friends than enemies here. Only then would he be able to live a more stable life in the world of immortal cultivation.
The guard was named Wang Geng.
Jiang Ming considered him his first friend here.
After walking past the gate, Jiang Ming stepped into the dog and clouds that shrouded Xiaoqian Mountain. After walking for a moment, the scene in front of him became clear.
The terrain at the mountain gate was still flat, and as far as the eye could see, there was a large expanse of cultivated farmland.
Occasionally, one could see some immortal cultivators directing many mortals to work in the fields.
In the valleys and peaks further away, there seemed to be more valuable spirit herb fields. However, there were flashes of spiritual energy around them from time to time. Obviously, there were powerful arrays and restrictions protecting them.