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A Cultivation Amateur With 4.6 Billion Years Of Cultivation

Zeng Jing transmigrated to the Xianxia world and acquired 4.6 billion years of cultivation by chance. Unfortunately, they were of no attribute. He did not know any mystical techniques or martial arts methods either. He could send all his opponents flying with a single punch. However, since he could not wield a sword or traverse the sky, he was not stylish at all! Thus, he had no choice but to seek a master who could teach him these techniques. The sect he wanted to join was destroyed except for two young girls. The younger of the two, a Loli and a crybaby, became the Sect Master because of her talents. “Sect Master, you don’t have to cry when the enemies come. Let me transfer 3,000 years of my cultivation to you, and you will be invincible.” Zeng Jing said to her.

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Do You Have Any Heavenly Treasures?

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He suddenly heard a majestic voice roar from the side as he started his sales, "Come and take a look. The best rabbit skin, fox skin, wild boar skin, wolf skin… You can have anything you want way cheaper than the guy beside me."

Zeng Jing turned around and saw that it was a burly man. He was also wearing a chivalrous suit and was shouting loudly. He really had a lot of goods. There were dozens of skins in front of him and they were spread out.

Zeng Jing turned to look at him. That person also turned to look at Zeng Jing. Zeng Jing's expressions and actions were restrained, it was obvious that he wanted no trouble.

Zeng Jing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Hey, brother, I'm new here and don't know the market. Let's not compete viciously. How about selling it at the same price? I'll set it at the same price as you."

The man said, "I don't want to sell it at the same price as you. I want to sell it at a lower price. This isn't me stirring up trouble. This is a normal business competition. I'm not afraid of you even if you were to tell tales to my Alliance Master of the I am not afraid of the leader of the Black Mountains White Waters Yellow Flowers Green Willows Alliance."

Zeng Jing was amused. "What a long name."

"Only a sect with a long name is mighty and domineering," the man said. "Let me tell you, my name is Fang Wushang. I'm an outer sect disciple of the Alliance. Our Alliance is very powerful. I don't know which sect you're from, but don't think that I'm easy to bully. This is a normal business competition. It's normal. I'm not afraid that you'll find someone to judge."

His words revealed his fear. Only very weak sects would claim to be very strong. This kind of fellow who forcefully claimed to be very strong usually wanted to protect himself and not let others provoke him. He was actually quite afraid of trouble.

Zeng Jing would not cause trouble for no reason. In any way, he should tell him where he was from first. "I'm an inner sect disciple of the Shu Mountain Immortal Sword Sect. My name is Zeng Jing. I only have a few skins and can't snatch any business from you. There's no need for you to lower the price. Let's sell it at the same price."

"Shu Mountain Immortal Sword Sect? Inner sect disciple?" Fang Wushang was slightly stunned. How could an inner sect disciple be selling animal skins on the streets? Logically speaking, such chores should be done by outer sect disciples who were not in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Inner sect disciples should only focus on cultivating.

However, he immediately recalled the rumors in the cultivation world in the past few days. It was said that the Shu Mountain Immortal Sword Sect had been destroyed by Old Fiend Baiyue. When the Daoist priests of the Qingcheng Sect arrived, there were only two female disciples and a young man who went up the mountain to learn martial arts. Everyone else had died.

It seemed that the person in front of him was the fellow who went up the mountain to learn martial arts from the rumors.

"What kind of inner sect disciple are you?" Fang Wushang laughed loudly. "You've only joined the Shu Mountain Immortal Sword Sect a few days ago, right? Perhaps there are too few disciples in the sect now, so they made an exception to promote you to the inner sect. You definitely haven't built your Foundation Establishment yet."

Zeng Jing spread his hands. "I've and have entered the Qi Refinement."

"This kind of lie that breaks with a prick is meaningless." Fang Wushang shook his head. "How many days has it been? How can it be so easy to build your Foundation Establishment!"

At this point, he was actually a little sad. "I joined the Black Mountains White Waters Yellow Flowers Green Willows Alliance three years ago and became an honorable outer sect disciple. For three years, I worked as a handyman and cultivated as hard as I could, but I have yet to open the conception and governor vessels. Three years, how many three years can I have in my life…"

Zeng Jing said, "I'm not interested!" He turned to the main street and shouted, "Selling leather, fresh rabbit skin, fox skin! Come and take a look."

Fang Wushang: "…"

Fang Wushang broke out in a sweat. "Hey, listen to me. I'm expressing my emotions."

Zeng Jing: "I won't listen, I won't listen, I won't listen."

Fang Wushang was going crazy. He wanted to jump up and punch Zeng Jing, but he didn't dare to. To put it bluntly, he was just an outer sect disciple, not some big shot. His cultivation level was low, and his status in the sect was low. He might still be punished by the Alliance Master if he provoked a disciple of the Shu Mountain Immortal Sword Sect, even though it was on the decline and was no longer as popular as before.

As the saying went, a starving camel was still bigger than a horse. They still had an old ally, the Wolong Manor even if they had met with misfortune. Who knew if they would lend them a helping hand? In addition, the righteous sects in Shu Mountain more or less had some friendship with each other. Sects like Emei, Qingcheng, Xiling, Ba Lang, and so on might help the Shu Mountain Immortal Sword Sect on account of their old friendship.

Even if their sect was destroyed, they could not be underestimated.

Fang Wushang had been in the business world for a long time, so he knew how to deal with people. It was best not to provoke them if he could. He suppressed the displeasure in his heart and pouted. "Forget it, I can't be bothered to argue with you. Your Shu Mountain Immortal Sword Sect is finished if you need to earn such a small sum of money."

Zeng Jing shrugged at him. "I'm not making a small sum. I want to make a lot of money and buy some Heavenly Treasures to set up two Spirit Gathering Formations. Oh! Speaking of which, I want to ask you something. What's the name of your Alliance again? Some water, flower and willow Alliance? Do you have many Heavenly treasures and Dharma artifacts for sale? If you do, state your price first. I'll come and buy them from you when I earn money."

"It's the Black Mountains White Waters Yellow Flowers Green Willows Alliance." Fang Wushang said angrily, "Remember the names of other famous sects!"

Zeng Jing: "Who remembers such a long name?"

Fang Wushang: "…"

Forget it, forget it. He did not even have the strength to argue. Fang Wushang rolled his eyes and said, "Speaking of Heavenly Treasures, I'm not bragging, but our alliance does have quite a few. Our alliance is divided into four branches. One is in the mountains, called the Black Mountain branch, and the other is in the waters, called the White Water branch…"

Zeng Jing interrupted him and said, "There's no need to introduce it in such detail. Anyway, I just want to know, how much are the Heavenly Treasures? I want water and wood-attributed Heavenly Treasures. How much does it cost to set up such a Spirit Gathering Formation? Name a price and I'll earn according to this standard. It's a simple matter. Don't make it complicated."

Fang Wushang glanced sideways at Zeng Jing. "Don't tell me you're naive enough to think that you can afford a heavenly treasure just by selling a few skins?"

"I have other treasures to sell," Zeng Jing said. "I didn't have time to take them out because you interrupted me."

When Fang Wushang heard this, he did not dare to act rashly. He thought to himself, "The Immortal Sword Sect of Mount Shu was once a famous sect after all. Even though they were destroyed, they might have left behind some spiritual pills and secret treasures. It's not surprising that they can be sold for a large sum of money. I can't mock him too much, lest I get slapped in the face."

Just as he was thinking about this, Zeng Jing took out a few packets of pills from his pocket and placed them in front of him. Then, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Selling spirit pills. It cleanses the heart and reduces heat. It also nourishes the Yin and nourishes the kidneys. This medicine can treat colds, fevers, and various other small illnesses. Moreover, it nourishes the blood and Qi… Come, take a look… It's sold at a super cheap price. The spirit pills refined by cultivators are as cheap as the medicines caught by ordinary doctors. You won't lose out if you buy them! You won't be fooled if you buy them. Bring these top-notch pills home for 998 yuan only."

Fang Wushang nearly flipped.