Jinping Peak was one of the main peaks in Kun-Lai, the mountain where the Synthesis elder Bai Shuixian lived.

It had always been lively here since other than the fact that Bai Shuixian’s lectures were easy to understand, the flow of people was also large. So over time, the largest cultivator market in Kun-Lai formed at the foot of this mountain.

Old haunters and newcomers could be found here, and second-hand goods and first-hand goods could also be traded here.

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The huge flat ground was covered with grass, various shrubs and trees, mountains and streams, and of course, there were also all kinds of strange wooden houses and shops.

The shops were only opened by people with some savings to their name, and as for the young newcomers who just entered the inner peaks and were in need of money, they could only spread a piece of cloth and set up stalls on the ground.

A young man with an elegant demeanor, slender eyebrows and a smile on his face, strolled leisurely in this cultivator market while carrying a bird cage. 

“Say, does this place compare with Great Xuan’s imperial capital?” Although it had been a thousand years, the enthusiastic Yin Wushe couldn’t help using Great Xuan as a reference.

“The imperial capital is majestic and solemn, how can this small hill compare?” The nightingale said proudly in the cage.

“It’s a pity that the High Priest’s fire back then burned the entire imperial capital to the ground, the once prosperity reduced to a dream,” the young man sighed. “Having been trapped for a thousand years, only to be left in the dust by Yin Xuanjing after finally coming out. My Dao also feels unstable. Say, just why is he so lucky?”

“Lucky?” The nightingale rolled his eyes. “The crown prince Yin Xuanjing of back then is now faced with a destroyed empire and a ruined family, what’s so lucky about that?”

“Didn’t you listen to those survivors? He managed to hook up with the Sect Leader of Kun-Lai, the person we saw just a few days ago!” Yin Wushe said with an expression of admiration, “Heavens, even compared to the Great Xuan’s Twelve Human Immortals, Ji Yunlai is a master at the level of the High Priest! Yin Xuanjing can actually successfully snag someone like that!”

Compared with that guy, Nightingale and himself were simply too silly and naive, and even now they still have yet to find a Dao Companion!

If this was not considered being left in the dust, then what was considered?

“But he was killed by Ji Yunlai’s sword. I heard that it was for his Reincarnation Scripture that Ji Yunlai practiced the Calamity Sword.” The nightingale rolled his eyes. The Reincarnation Scripture was the second volume of the Three Lives Three Worlds Divine Codex, which could guarantee the soul’s immortality even with the death of the body. Thinking of this the nightingale sighed. The crown prince back then was also a man of great talent, but his fate was not a good one.

Though his mother was the empress, first there was the High Priest, and then there was the Celestial Fox Su Wan after.

“His Majesty provoked the Empress, then provoked the High Priest, and later provoked Su Wan, these three Human Immortals/Great Sages—in comparison his son is much far behind, having only provoked one Human Immortal.”

“Ai, do you think Yin Xuanjing retrieved the Three Lives Three Worlds Divine Codex and obtained Great Xuan’s secret treasury?” Yin Wushe was extremely curious, “Otherwise, how is it possible that Ji Yunlai, who possessed four spiritual roots which is basically the same as having no spiritual roots, become a Human Immortal?”

“Do you take the High Priest for a pushover?”

“The High Priest—ai, why was His Majesty so foolish back then? How could Su Wan be better than the High Priest?”

“That’s right, between the empire and the beauty, if one chose the empire then there will be no beauty. If one wants the beauty, then there will be no empire or beauty. Woe are us bystanders,” the nightingale tweeted in the cage: “By the way, is it really okay for us to walk in like this? This is Kun-Lai Mountain after all!? A sword strike from that Sect Leader, and this time we might not be able to run away like last time!”

“Didn’t he not kill us in the end last time? The most dangerous place is the safest place, otherwise do you suggest we go out and let the High Priest and Su Wan come after us?”

“…” That did make some sense.

***

Not far away, Ji Yunlai listened to the conversation between the snake and the nightingale while strolling the cultivator market with Feng Qingxiu.

It wasn’t that he didn’t intend to kill them last time. It was just that he was a little unfamiliar with using the Calamity Sword because of his memory loss. Later, he didn’t chase after them because of Xiao Qing.

What a very chaotic family, but fortunately, the him back then woke up to his senses in time! Staying away from scumbags and starting a new family.

He must give himself a thumbs up!

On the side, Feng Qingxiu’s expression was still a bit complicated.

“Why are we going shopping?” The apprentice asked.

“To become familiar with the sect.” Ji Yunlai replied mildly.

“Is it really not that you want to come, so you dragged me along?” Feng Qingxiu asked with a weird look on his face.

“My dear apprentice,” Ji Yunlai patted his head, speaking earnestly, “Some words that makes your master unhappy, there is really no need for you to say it out loud.”

“…” Feng Qingxiu was silent for a while, and began to compare and analyze the two completely different Kun-Lai Sect Leaders in his memory. After hesitating for a while, he asked, “Master?”

“En?” Ji Yunlai was looking at a piece of rag on the ground. He looked over at him after hearing his call.

“Nothing, just seeing if you are real.” Feng Qingxiu said.

“How do you see it?” Ji Yunlai asked curiously. A Foundation Establishment seeing through a Human Immortal? This was a bit too much.

“I don’t need to see, just need to know.” Knowing that the Sect Leader he knew now was the Sect Leader he knew before, and not the Sect Leader written in the records. Knowing this would let him know how to position himself, “Master, I’ll show you around.”

Ji Yunlai: “…”

“I have been in the outer sect for twelve years, and I often organize the outer sect disciples to participate in trading markets. I am quite familiar!” Feng Qingxiu immediately took out the demeanor of the student council president and pointed at the ground stalls to introduce them to his master who had been in Seclusion for many years. “Master, look at this area’s medicinal herbs in front of us. The peaks specializing in pills and medicine do not accept them so these disciples will sell them cheaply here to see if they can meet some easy marks.”

Ji Yunlai, who just saw some spiritual herbs and wanted to buy some for his disciple to play with, subtly put down his hand.

“Doesn’t the outer sect have no income?” Ji Yunlai asked quietly.

“But we can collect some scraps to practice with. They often give us things that no one wants for free.” Just by looking at Feng Qingxiu, he was someone who often came here. “Every time I have a little bit of money, I would come here to find some cheap and useful things, collect some materials that other cultivators don’t want but are useful to us.”

Then they would make some small things for their family or sell it to fellow sect disciples. Through accumulating little by little, they would eventually have a little money saved.

“Is that so…” Ji Yunlai decided to speak less so as not to reveal his ignorance.

“Master, look at those two spirit demons, just looking at them they must be newcomers, and will definitely be treated as easy marks!” Feng Qingxiu reached out and pointed at the young man who was carrying a bird cage.

Over there, the person and bird were still whispering to each other.

“I already asked, Kun-Lai’s cultivator markets are open to the outside every time there is a big celebration, and the major spirit demon races in the Outlands are all prepared to sweep the goods. Countless spirit demons of the Nascent Soul and Golden Core Formation stages would come so no one will pay attention to us.”

“…Can you be healed?” The nightingale asked a little worriedly. In the previous battle back in the secret realm, Yin Wushe’s tail was cut off, and his soul was severely damaged. Now he was barely hanging on to the Nascent Soul Stage. In Kun-Lai Mountain where there were human cultivators everywhere, he was feeling a little timid.

“Without at least a few hundred years I won’t fully recover. That’s why I have to come here to find some spiritual treasures to restore my soul.” The young man looked at the surrounding stalls with piercing eyes, his eyes gleaming, “Do you see that? Spiritual grass is the main ingredient of the Forging Soul Pill, a truly rare treasure of heaven and earth. Quickly, we must buy it immediately.”

“Really—wait, why is his stall covered with spiritual grass, is it fake?” The nightingale asked suspiciously.

Hearing that, the young man’s heart also jumped slightly and he walked over carefully.

“Spiritual grass, three hundred spiritual stones each, get one free after buying ten, if you buy in bulk, you will get a bottle of pure elixir, how much do you want?” The stallowner glanced at him, then bowed his head and pinched the jade tablet in his hand, not looking very hurried or eager at all to make a sale.

“It doesn’t seem to be fake…” After analyzing it, the young man asked the nightingale.

“It seems to be real. Give me ten spiritual grasses!” The young man paid for the medicinal materials. Overcome with the ecstasy of picking up treasures, he directly bought all the herbs in the stall.

The stallowner glanced at him again and asked: “My junior brothers also have many kinds of medicinal materials, do you want them?”

“It depends on what kind.” Yin Wushe said with a smile.

The stallowner called a few junior brothers over.

***

After a quarter of an hour, Yin Wushe touched his pouch that had been completely replaced with spiritual herbs, his voice slightly disbelieving: “It seems, that something is not right?”

“Newcomer, aren’t you?” A hawk spirit demon next to him looked at him pityingly, “I see that the ingredients you just bought are all for the Forging Soul Pill, in fact, if you take two more steps, the stall over there that sells pills also have the Forging Soul Pill, just one hundred spiritual stones for a bottle, which is much cheaper than the ingredients you bought.”

“…”

***

“Does Qingdi Peak grow a lot of spiritual herbs?” Ji Yunlai, who almost became an easy target as well, was feeling a little timid. Back then, these herbs were really treasures of heaven and earth. Every time he passed by the medicinal shops, he would avoid looking so as to avoid being hurt by the sky-high prices.

“Master, don’t you remember?” Feng Qingxiu’s expression took on a proud edge. “When the herbal cultivators had not yet ascended a new mountain and split from Shennong Peak, you told them that as long as it is a plant, it can be cultivated from even just a torn leaf or flower fragment. From there one can reproduce the whole plant and increase the quantity of medicinal materials!”

“That… I definitely didn’t elaborate on the process?” Ji Yunlai recalled back on that bit of biology knowledge, and replied a little unnaturally.

He had only studied the plant tissue culture method in biology class back in high school, but the biology class would definitely not talk in depth about the principle of how to prepare the culture solution.

“You have already pointed out the direction, if you have to explain everything then what is the use of herbal cultivators!” Feng Qingxiu said righteously. “It took only a little more than a hundred years for Qingdi Peak to have accumulated a large number of cultivation methods and figured out how to cultivate a large amount of spiritual herbs. Over the years, the output has increased so much, the prices have long since fallen. Except for those rare 10,000 year spiritual herbs, most spiritual herbs are not lacking at all.”

“Then the same is true of Shennong Peak?”

“Naturally!”

Ji Yunlai finally understood a little bit. Unlike the humans on earth whose life span was limited, it was nothing for the humans of the cultivation world to live hundreds of years. Researchers spend 40 years hybridizing rice and only yield one or two generations of superior rice seed each year. Whereas here, even just a Golden Core Formation cultivator who grew flowers for a hundred years could easily clarify the characteristics of a kind of spiritual herb.

“By the way, Master, you have been in Seclusion for many years, and it has been a long time since you gave pointers to the various peaks…” Feng Qingxiu looked at him with bright eyes, his eyes gleaming.

Ji Yunlai instantly felt a lot of pressure.

As if he could give pointers… These hundreds of years have long hollowed him out!

So he changed the subject.

“There are so many things here, what do you want?”

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“Nothing.” Feng Qingxiu was completely broke, but he was unable to do something like ask his master for money.

“This is for you.” Ji Yunlai smiled and gave him a Net Charm. “The internet is connected. You can buy anything you want, but don’t rely on this thing too much. In addition, don’t call me a thief anymore. “

Feng Qingxiu’s face flushed.

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It was night, and a broken down temple stood deep in the mountains, rain leaking in through the cracks.

Ji Yunlai lightly pressed his chest, feeling that his injury had stabilized a lot.

Glancing around again, he saw the old man was sleeping on the altar letting out snoring noises.  The children huddled together on the moldy straw in the corner, sleeping very restlessly.

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The rain was getting heavier and heavier.

If it was not repaired, the accumulated water would spread and flood the children.

He got up and went to repair the roof. Fortunately, there was a pine tree just outside the door, and using branches could somewhat provide a blockage.

After busying for a while, when he finally returned to the temple, he was completely wet.

At this time, the spiritual energy showed its usefulness. After a circulation, the water on him completely evaporated, as easy as you please.

It was just that he was now hungry again.

***

At dawn, the old man who woke up began to persuade him to join the Kun-Lai Sect once again, and even showed off a one-handed handstand, using his chest to crush stone and other skills. He also took out a book and claimed that this was a peerless book on cultivation, and if he practiced it he would cultivate into an immortal.

Ji Yunlai ignored his rambling and began to prepare the prey he caught in the trap earlier to cook soup.

In truth, he quite pitied this old man. With just a look, he knew that he was deceived by a swindler who used an incomplete cultivation manual to trick him. Practicing such a manual would of course harm the body and mind, thus it was not surprising he became like this.

Quickly cutting the boiled pork slices into the boiling water in the pot, he then added the refined salt made by himself and also threw in pieces of mushrooms and wild onions. Soon a pot of fragrant rabbit broth was finished.

He had the children line up and handed them their share one by one.

“Big brother, why don’t you eat?” Seeing that the bottom of the pot could be seen, the last child holding the bowl looked at him with some trepidation.

“I don’t eat mortal food.” Ji Yunlai patted his head.

Cultivation was about refining the bones, gathering spiritual energy, and eliminating the impurities in the body. Mortal food not only had little spiritual energy, but also a lot of impurities. After eating these, the spiritual energy that he had developed every day would not be enough to eliminate the impurities. It was not worth it.

And although the fierce beast demons possess a lot of spiritual energy, his injury was still not completely healed, which made it troublesome.

“Big brother, will you leave?” The child asked worriedly.

“Yes, there are about three days left.” Ji Yunlai answered him. Three days later, his injury should be almost healed.

***

Three days later Ji Yunlai didn’t leave as expected because the old man found a half-burned book on spiritual wards from who knew where.

Of course, it was useless for ordinary people, but Ji Yunlai had a little understanding of spiritual wards, and he was able to calculate the true meaning of several of the seals.

The old man had a lot of books—perhaps they could not be called books. They were all cluttered and messy pieces of paper, all piled up and filling a whole cellar.

Ji Yunlai squatted there an entire day and barely pieced together a page, managing to learn a single new seal.

But the old man insisted that if he wanted to get their Kun-Lai’s peerless secrets, he must join their Kun-Lai Sect!

After thinking about it, Ji Yunlai agreed.

He had already given up the idea of ​​entering a proper sect to cultivate. He was born with four spiritual roots—but for many sects who valued single spiritual root, four spiritual roots was actually the same as having no spiritual roots at all. (TN: spiritual roots are required for cultivation and are based on the five elements: fire, water, wood, earth, and metal. There is also variated spiritual roots like lightning, ice, light and shadow which are more powerful and rare)

He was also a twenty-year-old unaffiliated cultivator. If he had known that sixteen was the upper limit for cultivation sects to accept disciples, he might not have gone and bought a book on basic seal knowledge, but bribed the deacon of the Yunshan Sect and got himself inside the sect first.

It was too difficult being an unaffiliated cultivator. Every day his time was filled up with earning spiritual stones and hunting fierce beast demons. There was not much time left to meditate and practice cultivation. In addition, he also had to study seals, so his cultivation level had hardly increased over the years.

Since he was an unaffiliated cultivator, what did it matter where he practiced cultivation?

***

Ji Yunlai came up names for the children, changing names like ‘dog egg’ ‘little dirty’ and ‘little grass’. Dog Egg was actually unwilling to change, saying that this was the name given to him by his mother. Ji Yunlai told him that geniuses couldn’t be called ‘dog egg’, only then did Dog Egg agree to change his name to Yan Zhao.

Little Grass often picked flowers by the river and put them in her messy hair. When Ji Yunlai saw that it was a daffodil, he named her Bai Shuixian (TN: Chinese for white daffodil).

Every day the old man was still crazy as always, bringing a child back every once in a while, but after bringing them back he would completely forget about them. At most, he would throw a little bit of food to them, and then teach them some mutilated and nonsense spiritual incantations. Of the children he picked up before, some had run away and disappeared, some died of illness, and others went to the city to beg, treating this broken down temple as a temporary home.

Ji Yunlai sent back all the children whose family could be found, but most were orphans.

He couldn’t do anything about it. The Central Continent had been suffering from a drought for three years now. The Yun State was wiped out by the An State and a lot of food was looted. There were refugees everywhere. Sometimes these children would be snatched away by hungry people when they weren’t careful and then stewed into food. Parents eating their children was also a common thing.

It was not as if he could leave them alone, right?

***

Ji Yunlai took the time to buy two pieces of linen and made clothes for these barely clothed children. Winter was coming and double-layered clothes stuffed with cotton made up their winter clothes. In summer, all they had to do was take the cotton out and the clothes could be worn as summer clothes. He made them a little bigger than their actual size as they grew too fast.

Fortunately, he could still be regarded as a cultivator no matter what was said and done. If he was just an ordinary mortal he really would be unable to raise these children.

In addition, his needlework seemed to be getting better and better, and his sewing speed could nearly even keep up with his typing speed.

But this seemed to result in some benefits; that hedgehog Yan Zhao hugged him and cried with tears running down his cheeks.

But what was this situation of calling him mama?

And what was this situation of one crying child infecting the rest of the others?

Children were indeed a handful. _(:з」∠)_

***

Xiao Zhang quietly watched him while he calculated seals on the sand table, and then drew three seals based on memory.

Ji Yunlai felt that he had good talent, and taught him to draw some simple seals—for beginners this had little effect. It was just for helping in memorizing whole seals.

Xiao Zhang quickly learned it all.

Then he drew a lot of amulets—the same kind as the ones sold in the Chenghuang Temple, and then brought them into the city to sell.

He didn’t come back.

Ji Yunlai rescued him from the firewood room in the Chenghuang Temple at night. There were also a few other children who went to sell amulets with him.

Then he threatened them with the consequences of piracy.

They promised to never do it again.

And then the next day they continued—this time they divided themselves into a group that did the lookout and a group that did the selling. They even found an escape route in advance.

***

Ji Yunlai saw that they only earned a few copper coins after a hard day’s work, and reached out to accept the coins.

He found that the children were actually very uneasy, they were all afraid that he would leave.

Ji Yunlai started to teach them to learn to write and practice physical self-defense. With things to do, they wouldn’t have time to think about this and that.

Yan Zhao learned the best and the fastest, so Ji Yunlai rewarded him with a wooden sword.

Yan Zhao was very excited. The first thing he did every day was to take it out to practice. He also weaved a scabbard for the wooden sword with grass. No one was allowed to touch it.

The other children’s eyes were all red with envy that they also began to work very hard as if holding a competition.

***

Yan Zhao used a trap to rob a passing hunter.

He was given a spanking by Ji Yunlai.

He told him that this was wrong.

But he was an extremely stubborn child and didn’t feel that he was wrong. He had always used to rob other children to survive.

Ji Yunlai was very angry and personally sent the hunter home.

The hunter thanked him, his son was also hungry and skinny. His eyes nearly flashed green when he saw the bag of rice that Ji Yunlai gave them.

In troubled times, it was difficult for everyone.

***

When Ji Yunlai went back the next day, the group of children all hugged him and cried so hard they could barely breathe.

Saying that they wouldn’t go robbing anymore, so please don’t leave, okay?

Later, the children became a lot more obedient.

***

He could no longer count how many formulas had been calculated using the sand table. It took five years to calculate one spiritual ward. At the age of 25, Ji Yunlai finally felt that the speed was too slow.

He decided to do something crazy.

Using the seals he had determined so far he wrote an ordinary small program in his ​​sea of consciousness. Those with spiritual energy would be judged as yang and those without would be judged as yin. Using ordinary logical judgment, a simple seal calculation program was made.

In this way, his calculation speed should be greatly enhanced.

***

One shouldn’t mess with one’s brain indiscriminately. He succeeded, but he was still a novice and made some mistakes at the beginning, so a bug occurred. The coordination between the soul and the body was impaired, and he had hemiplegia for half a year before he barely managed to recover.

The good thing was that it used to take a few months to calculate, but now it only took one night.

Seven days later, he simplified his first spiritual ward, the materials required to make it were reduced by half, but the power only reduced a little bit.

He managed to successfully sell it, and the price was even worth the same as the original version.

Finally, he didn’t have to go through so much trouble just to eat a meal of meat. He was so touched he wanted to cry.

Twenty years after he arrived in this world, he finally recovered his golden finger.

***

After calculating a large number of spiritual wards, he finally had some money to expand their sect.

The old man seemed not to have lied to him. Judging from the remaining incomplete books and manuals, it seemed that Kun-Lai was truly an ancient major sect which was why there were so many lost ancient spiritual wards and old seals. Over the years, he had only sorted out a fraction of spiritual wards and one cultivation manual.

The cultivation manual sounded very impressive with the name “Supreme Emptiness Immovable True Sutra”.

Cultivating it was very stable, but the requirements for resources were too high, such as spiritual grass, pills and elixirs… Hell, if he had the money to buy these, would he still need to even cultivate?

He tried to calculate and amend it so that it would not consume so much money. But once the amendments were made, the changes left it completely unrecognizable.

Of course, he also dared not cultivate it himself.

***

He caught a rabbit. It was very fat and looked somewhat clever.

He prepared to gather a clutch of moon essence to unlock its spiritual wisdom.

And then let the rabbit cultivate it first.

Human Transformation Pills were really expensive.

***

That brat Yan Zhao had actually been cultivating secretly for several days.

He must teach him a good lesson this time.

He wouldn’t listen no matter what, this little brat was becoming more and more shameless.

Forget it, he could only keep a careful watch on him.

But three days had passed since he had reached Foundation Establishment, and it seemed that there was no sign of mental disorder?

Then he’ll also cultivate it as well.

***

He let the old man cultivate the new cultivation method, and his madness had not been so severe recently.

But occasionally he would still commit a crime.

Therefore, when the old man brought a newly picked up child to show off that he had found another good quality seedling, Ji Yunlai was currently hanging the newly carved plaque on the ruined temple.

Seeing the three words “Kun-Lai Sect”, the old man suddenly lost his composure and bursted into both tears and laughter, thanking the ancestors for letting him see the rebuilding of Kun-Lai in his lifetime.

Ji Yunlai comforted him expertly, and then asked if the child was kidnapped and if he wanted to go home.

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The child said coldly that he had no home.

“Do you have a name, then?” Ji Yunlai was prepared to pick one for him.

“Li Xianjing.” The child answered him coldly.

Then there was no need to change it.

“Then are you willing to stay and join the Kun-Lai Sect?”

“…”

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