Immortality Cultivation: I Farm in the System Space

The evening had just begun, and the streets were still bustling with people; Lin Jing was not at all afraid that the man in black would harm him. This was because there were rules within Fang Market that no one was allowed to initiate conflict arbitrarily; otherwise, at the least, their cultivation would be revoked, and they would be expelled from Fang Market. At most, they would be killed on the spot. However, despite these rules, disruptions still occurred around midnight, especially on the outskirts of Fang Market where surveillance was lax, and disappearances were frequent. The market authorities turned a blind eye to these incidents, concerning themselves only with maintaining order within the core areas of the market. The outskirts were merely inhabited by some Loose Cultivators and were not considered significant. After leaving, Lin Jing browsed around and sold some Elixir Medicine in a few other shops before returning home. Once home, Lin Jing poured out all his Spirit Stones and counted them. Including the ones sold today, Lin Jing now had nearly 1800 Lower Grade Spirit Stones. These Spirit Stones should be enough to buy a decent Magic Artifact, although it was uncertain if he could find a cheaper Magical Treasure. "Hmm, I'll go to Yuebaolou tomorrow to see if there are any cheaper Magical Treasures," he thought. The night arrived, and Lin Jing entered the System Space, neatly stacking up the harvested Spirit Rice and Seven-Star Grass. After a few more days, he could also sell this Spirit Rice and Seven-Star Grass. Once everything was in order, Lin Jing started his great endeavor of Alchemy. Perhaps due to bad luck, he didn't manage to refine a single Flawless Elixir throughout the night. ...... The next day, at Yuebaolou. "Fellow Daoist, this Concealment Artifact can ward off the Divine Sense of cultivators at the late Foundation Establishment Stage. Its effect is quite remarkable, and it's priced at only 1200 Spirit Stones," Lin Jing looked at the black hood-shaped Artifact; wearing it was conspicuously noticeable, and even if it could protect against Divine Sense detection, what then? He couldn't help but shake his head. This Artifact was too conspicuous and only capable of shielding against Divine Sense from cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Stage, which did not meet his requirements. However, with his current financial resources, he could only afford a Concealment Artifact of this level at most. Below the Golden Core Stage, the crafted items by cultivators are called Magic Artifacts. Only those crafted by cultivators above the Golden Core Stage can be termed Magical Treasures. The Concealment Magical Treasure for the Golden Core Stage that Lin Jing wanted was too expensive, with even the cheapest starting at several tens of thousands of Spirit Stones. As for why Lin Jing didn't just buy a Foundation Establishment Concealment Artifact directly, it was because Lin Jing would often need to sell Elixir Medicine and change his identity frequently to avoid drawing attention. Moreover, most of the backstage managers of the trading houses were Golden Core Stage cultivators, and inevitably, Lin Jing would need to make extensive sales of Flawless Elixir Medicine and engage them directly, making the Concealment capability of Foundation Establishment Artifacts practically ineffectual against Golden Core Stage cultivators. Purchasing it would be as good as not purchasing at all. Reluctantly, he had to set the idea aside for now. Fortunately, he had been very cautious and had not drawn anyone's attention, so it was not an issue for the time being. Subsequently, Lin Jing returned home. Just as he was about to enter his yard, someone called out to him. "Brother Lin." Lin Jing turned around and saw it was the brothers Zhang Sen and Zhang Lin. "Zhang Brother, what brings you here?" Lin Jing asked. Ever since he learned of their penchant for gambling, Lin Jing had not had a good impression of them. However, since Zhang Sen had helped him when he had first arrived, Lin Jing did not show it too obviously. "Brother Lin," Zhang Sen seemed somewhat uneasy before continuing. "This time, we hope Brother Lin can save us brothers by lending us 10 Spirit Stones to pay our Market Management Fee this time, please, Brother Lin." "Management Fee?" Lin Jing thought for a moment before remembering. Wasn't that what he had paid the day before? What was going on with these two? Normally, with their mid-stage Qi Cultivation, earning ten Spirit Stones wouldn't be difficult, yet now they couldn't even spare these ten stones. "Could it be that they gambled again?" Lin Jing thought afterward. "Sorry, I've just paid the management fee myself, and I'm not wealthy at the moment," Lin Jing said outright. "Brother Lin, we're really in trouble this time. Please help us out, considering we are neighbors." "Otherwise, I'll be driven out of here. The outside is swarming with Demonic Beasts—if I'm expelled, we'll have no way to survive." "I guarantee, after this time, I will quickly repay the Spirit Stones I owe you." Lin Jing had heard this speech countless times before and found it hard to believe Zhang Sen's words anymore. Lin Jing responded coldly: "Sorry, I truly don't have any Spirit Stones to lend you." Zhang Sen became somewhat frantic and protested: "Impossible, how can you have no Spirit Stones? I saw you coming out of Yuebaolou just yesterday." Upon hearing this, Lin Jing's expression fell: "What I do is none of your business." "Brother Lin, I'm sorry, my brother misspoke. Please, help us just this once, just this last time." Zhang Sen's face now wore a pleading look, while Zhang Lin beside him kept his head down, his body trembling. Lin Jing looked at the two brothers, his face expressionless: "Gentlemen, last time I lent you Spirit Stones out of neighborly consideration, and that was already more than generous." "Now, you haven't even repaid the last loan, and you are asking for more. Do you think I'm easy to bully?" "Furthermore..." "Shouldn't you repay the Spirit Stones you borrowed last time...?" At that moment, Ning Yue, leading Luo Luo, walked over. Luo Luo ran up, grabbed Lin Jing's arm, and looked up to say: "Uncle Lin, are those two trying to borrow your Spirit Stones again?" "You must not lend them any; they're bad people, always trying to trick Uncle Lin out of his Spirit Stones." "Yesterday, when my mother and I were outside, we even saw them coming out of... that what's-it-called Qianjin Market." "Mother said they had gambled away their money again and were definitely going to swindle someone. Uncle Lin, you must not fall for their tricks." At this point, Ning Yue also spoke up: "Brother Lin, their words are not trustworthy." Lin Jing nodded. He looked at Zhang Sen again, who now had a downcast expression, knowing that he definitely wouldn't be able to borrow anything this time. "About the Spirit Stones borrowed last time, could Brother Lin give us a few more days? We will repay them as soon as possible." "Brother Lin, I take my leave." Having said that, Zhang Sen bowed to Lin Jing and left. However, his departing figure looked somewhat desolate. "Hmph…!" Luo Luo snorted, her face brimming with triumph, as if she had won a great battle. After watching the two brothers walk away, Luo Luo turned back around, her face now wearing a bitter expression. "Uncle Lin, help me!" Luo Luo said with a hint of a sob. "This little girl." Lin Jing couldn't help but laugh and cry. "What's wrong, Luo Luo? Who has bullied you? Tell Uncle." "Mother has bullied me. Yesterday when I came to Uncle Lin's for a meal, she wouldn't allow it. "Mother even tried to cook like Uncle Lin. She's so clumsy; she's been learning from Uncle Lin for so long yet hasn't gotten it right. The food isn't tasty at all, yet she insists I eat it." "I truly have it tough~" Saying this, Luo Luo feigned wiping non-existent tears from her eyes. "Luo Luo, you're asking for a spanking, aren't you?" Luo Luo's voice wasn't quiet, and Ning Yue heard every word clearly. Her cheeks flushed, she let out a loud roar that sent Luo Luo immediately running behind Lin Jing for cover. Fearing a blooming behind.