txolops Chapter 6 Part-time Lower Tribulation Cultivator
Chapter 6 Part-time Lower Tribulation Cultivator
The vast land of Tiannan has a well-developed cultivation of spiritual herbs, making spiritual herbs and pills relatively inexpensive. However, the scarcity of demons leads to an extreme shortage of demon cores. High-grade demon cores are often priceless and have no market, making them an extremely valuable resource.
In contrast, the Chaotic Star Sea is a boundless expanse teeming with demonic beasts. Here, demon cores and sea beast materials are extremely cheap; one can even buy Foundation Establishment Pills for a few hundred spirit stones.
However, the scarcity of land has led to the price of medicinal herbs being several times higher than that of herbs from Tiannan.
This huge complementarity of resources has created a highly profitable business opportunity.
Selling demon cores from the Chaotic Star Sea to Tiannan, or transporting spiritual herbs from Tiannan to the Chaotic Star Sea, can yield terrifying profits of several times or even ten times the original amount.
I want to go into business; I want to be a middleman.
With a large sum of money in his pocket, Han Xiaoliu's gloom vanished, and he had already decided on his future development direction.
The speed at which spirit stones were coming in was faster than robbery! With a clear goal in mind, Han Xiaoliu became much more cheerful, his steps light and excited as he embarked on his journey home.
However, just as they stepped out of the shop and into a quiet corner of the street, a burly figure blocked their path. It was the same long-faced giant they had seen earlier in the market.
His eyes were fierce, and he gripped a gleaming mid-grade magic weapon longsword tightly in his hand. He glared menacingly at Han Xiaoliu: "Fellow Daoist, lend me some spirit stones. Behave yourself, or I'll send you to be reincarnated!"
Before he finished speaking, his spiritual energy surged, and the pressure of a ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator was released without reservation. He sneered, "You're just a mere sixth-level Qi Refining cultivator, you know what to do, right?"
"Are the cultivators in the Chaotic Star Sea really this arrogant? They're even robbing us!" Bubble's voice rang in Han Xiaoliu's mind, tinged with disbelief. "You can tolerate this? I can't! Go and take him down, I've got my eye on his magic weapon!"
Han Xiaoliu's lips curled up slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and he replied, "I've also taken a liking to it. I was just worried about not having a suitable magic weapon, and this kind person has offered it to me."
Faced with the threat from the big man, Han Xiaoliu remained silent and behaved extremely obediently.
He consciously took off his bulging storage bag and tossed it high into the air towards the other person.
The big man was overjoyed at the sight, his greedy eyes instantly drawn to the storage bag in the air, and he subconsciously reached out to catch it.
In that instant, Han Xiaoliu moved!
Luo Yanbu moved with practiced ease, his figure moving like a ghost, closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye.
Although the burly man was greedy, he was, after all, a seasoned rogue cultivator with a strong fighting spirit. Sensing the gust of wind rushing towards him, he was terrified. Forgetting about catching his storage bag, he quickly raised his longsword to protect his chest and assumed a defensive stance.
However, it was too late.
Han Xiaoliu did not slow down. He clenched his right fist, unleashing the terrifying power brought by his body tempering, and slammed it down on his opponent with a single, deadly blow.
"Bang! Smack!"
With a dull thud, a fist slammed heavily onto the longsword. The fragile mid-grade magic weapon couldn't withstand the weight, instantly deforming and flying away.
Han Xiaoliu's punch, undiminished in momentum, slammed into the big man's chest.
Before the burly man could even scream, his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the stone wall behind him before slowly sliding down.
Blood slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth, his chest caved in, and he was beyond dead.
Han Xiaoliu walked forward expressionlessly, put the storage bag and the broken magic weapon longsword into his robes, then dusted himself off and said calmly to the shadows behind him:
"Stop looking, come out and clean up the mess!"
Young master, honestly, why are you making me do this kind of thing again!
With a coquettish cry, Yu Niangzi swayed her voluptuous body and walked unsteadily to Han Xiaoliu.
Although she spoke words of reluctance, her hands moved with remarkable speed and dexterity. A flash of red light appeared at her fingertips, and a blazing fireball shot out, landing precisely on the corpse.
This is clearly not the first time they've done something like this!
With a whoosh, flames instantly erupted, greedily devouring flesh and blood, and a burnt smell filled the air.
"Who told you to like following along? Since you're already here, why not participate?" Han Xiaoli clapped his hands, as if he had just brushed off some dust, then confidently handed the matter over to Yu Niangzi to handle, before turning around and leaving the crime scene, which was about to turn to ashes, without hesitation.
After finishing everything, Lady Yu quickly used her movement technique to catch up with Han Xiaoliu, her tone filled with a mixture of probing and anticipation: "Young Master, did you buy any spirit-testing stones at the shop today? My daughter is really eager to cultivate immortality, and she asks me all day long when she can fly and teleport like you. I'm afraid you might suddenly abandon her one day."
"I bought it. I'll test her spiritual root tomorrow," Han Xiaoliu replied casually without stopping. But he immediately changed the subject, giving a heads-up, "However, let me make this clear: I only have wood-attribute cultivation techniques on hand. If she doesn't have a wood spiritual root, you'll have to find your own cultivation technique. I don't have that much spare money."
Upon hearing this, Lady Yu chuckled, her eyes sparkling with alluring charm: "What are you saying, young master? Daya is your maid. Isn't she, her heart, and everything about her yours? It's just a cultivation technique, it won't cost many spirit stones. Just think of it as raising an obedient spirit pet, or buying some amusement."
Seeing that Han Xiaoliu remained noncommittal and just kept his head down on his way, Yu Niangzi, being quick-witted, immediately guessed that he might be feeling a little tense or perhaps reliving the thrill of killing someone.
Her eyes darted around, the topic suddenly changed, and her voice became soft and affectionate.
"Young master... I saw that corpse today, and I'm still terrified. My hands are trembling. I'm too scared to sleep alone tonight. I really want you to stay with me..."
Han Xiaoliu's expression changed, and his steps slowed down slightly.
The image of Yu Niangzi's graceful figure and the feeling of being embraced by her delicate body instantly flashed into his mind. He couldn't help but swallow hard, trying to hold onto his last line of defense, and refused, "Stop it, I'm not a child anymore, I don't need anyone to sleep with me..."
"She's only wearing... a sheer dress."
Suddenly, Yu Niangzi's alluring voice, like a silk thread, entered Han Xiaoliu's ears, accompanied by a faint, almost imperceptible breath.
The sound was like a feather gently brushing against his armpit, and a tingling current instantly coursed through his body, shattering all of Han Xiaoliu's resolve and rationality.
"Then it's decided, just like that," Han Xiaoliu stopped, turned around, her eyes slightly glazed over, "You have to hold me while you sleep!"
When Yu Niangzi saw the fish take the bait, a smug smile appeared on her lips.
She lowered her head slightly, looking at Han Xiaoliu who had stopped to discuss things with her. The rise and fall of her chest was particularly breathtaking in the night. She asked softly, her voice barely a whisper, "Then... the cultivation technique..."
Han Xiaoliu's gaze was firmly drawn to that deep ravine, his eyes seemingly glued to it like a magnet.
He involuntarily sucked on his lips, his mind went blank, leaving only that lingering image of snow-white flesh, and he subconsciously said:
"Leave it... I'll take care of it."
The next morning, as dawn broke and the thin mist had not yet completely dissipated, a faint light appeared.
Han Xiaoliu slowly awoke from that gentle embrace, feeling the warm body of the Jade Lady beside him and her languid sleeping posture, a sense of comfort flashed through his heart.
However, he knew that the path of cultivating immortality was like rowing against the current; while moments of tenderness were pleasant, one should not become addicted.
He quietly got up, dressed, and went to the courtyard to begin his daily, unwavering morning exercise.
With each breath, the spiritual energy within Han Xiaoliu's body flowed slowly, and a faint golden luster appeared on the surface of his skin, as if he were wearing an invisible armor.
This is precisely the manifestation of the Elephant Armor Technique at its peak. Although there is no significant change in appearance, the muscles and tendons are becoming increasingly tough and strong under the tempering of spiritual energy.
A moment later, the courtyard gate was gently pushed open, and Daya's figure appeared at the door.
She was dressed in neat coarse linen clothes, with her hair styled in simple double buns. She was carrying a copper basin for washing. When she saw Han Xiaoliu practicing his martial arts, she obediently kept quiet and did not disturb him.
She quietly walked to the stone bench and sat down, resting her chin on her hands and staring intently at Han Xiaoliu with her big eyes.
In the girl's eyes, although her young master's movements seemed slow, they exuded an indescribable sense of power, like a lurking tiger cub.
Everything was as usual; sunlight shone on the bluestone slabs of the courtyard, and birdsong was crisp and melodious, as if the killing and bloodshed of last night had never happened.
This is the most realistic portrayal of the cultivation world—a life lived step by step, carefully maintaining a balance between peace and crisis.