The old man was helpless. He had really been defeated by this kid. If you said he was stupid, then sometimes he was smarter than anyone else. If you said he was smart, then he was like an idiot holding onto this trash and not letting it go!
Or was it because the vision of a rogue cultivator was too low and he didn't have enough knowledge that he was such a laughingstock?
Thus, he pointed out, "The cultivation methods and secret techniques of the real cultivation world would not be engraved on the bamboo slips!
That would require a cultivator of at least the Induction Stage to use their own spiritual power as a medium and engrave it on the jade slips. Cultivators only need to stick the slips on their foreheads and the principles would be self-evident. The slips would self-destruct, and the principles of the Dao would not be easily imparted!
Therefore, how could a real cultivation method be casually copied like a scroll in the mortal world? If it was really like this, then the Dao of cultivation would have long been rotten on the streets!
With just a glance, I can tell that these so-called techniques of yours are just adaptations of a real cultivation method in the mortal world! These are things that the government created to deal with cultivators!
Forget it, you won't understand even if I tell you these things!
In short, these things of yours are worthless. Don't take them to the market square or shop to exchange for cultivation methods. If it's light, then you'll be scolded. If it's heavy, then you'll be beaten. Don't say that I didn't warn you! "
Lou Xiaoyi was dumbstruck, but he still tightly held onto the bamboo slips. Although his face was like this, he believed it in his heart. This was because this old man had no reason to lie to him in front of so many people. From the expressions of the people around him, he could also see that these were all true. In fact, this was also in line with his own judgment of these bamboo slips!
The [Tornado Escape Armor] was like a supplementary spring. The [Reckless Ox Body] could only strengthen the body. To cultivate the [Seven Forms of Fire], he still had to use his mouth to spit it out, etc. These things were far from what he envisioned as a cultivator.
He knew that the government had the power to deal with cultivators. Now it seemed that the bamboo slips that Lou Sima had obtained were actually the secret methods used by the government to train the Men of Sacrifice. It was an adaptation of the real practice of magic in the mortal world. He reckoned that the people chosen were people like Qi Er and Li San who relied on objects to enter the path of Taoism. They did not care about the future and only pursued besieging Qi eating cultivators to make them flustered. They relied on numbers to win!
His mother did not understand these things. She thought that these bamboo slips were the real cultivation methods, so she gave them to him with great care. Perhaps this was all part of his father's plan. He knew that the young man was very likely to be obsessed with this, so he put these things that would never be successfully cultivated in the study in order to temper his temperament in the future. Since he could not cultivate it, as time passed, he would naturally let it go.
But the strange thing was, why did he succeed in this impossible situation? Was it just luck? Or was it a white sand worm? Or was it the floating luck in his sea of consciousness?
Floating luck was also luck!
The old man sighed again and waved his hand at the innkeeper. He placed a silver coin on the table and stood up.
"I'll treat this little brother to noodles!"
After taking two steps, he turned back and said, "It's good that you're here. Young people should at least broaden their horizons. It's not wrong! After all, there's still plenty of time. You can always accumulate some wealth. It can also be considered a kind of tempering. Who hasn't taken this step before? "
The old man's departure was like an agreement. The other cultivators also left one after another. When they passed by Lou Xiaoyi, there were sighs, disdain, shaking their heads, and sympathy. However, these emotions could not be exchanged for even a cultivation method or a secret technique!
Sympathy could not be eaten. This was the cruel reality!
The old man was still considered good among them. In any case, he had treated him to a bowl of noodles! All of his performances were only worth a bowl of noodles, a dozen copper coins!
Among the cultivators who walked out, there were a few young female cultivators. However, most of them had disdainful expressions. This made Lou Xiaoyi truly understand that in the cultivation world, it was impossible to rely on one's looks to make a living. Even the local mortal girls of Xianlai Town were disdainful, let alone nuns.
This lesson was very profound and also very demoralizing!
The innkeeper came over to take away the small silver piece, but Lou Xiaoyi called out to him.
"Wait a minute. Just now, that senior said he would treat me to noodles, but one bowl isn't enough for me …"
The innkeeper was expressionless. Just how big was this person's heart? After being ridiculed, he still had such an appetite and still wanted to take advantage of others?
"This silver piece is still enough for you to buy a bowl!"
Lou Xiaoyi beamed with delight. "Then give me another bowl!"
Late at night, Lou Xiaoyi sat cross-legged on a bed in the inn. The room was very small, but it was very clean. This was a characteristic of small inns. Regarding everything that had happened today, he had his own unique judgment!
He was not pretending to be crazy, nor was he deliberately trying to attract attention to himself. In the end, this was just a way to protect himself.
What was meant by being low-key? Everyone had their own understanding!
In his opinion, being low-key was definitely not a superficial understanding of hiding in a corner, not making a sound, not standing out for anything, sneaking around, and taking losses as enjoyment. It was definitely not like that!
They were all experienced old cultivators with ample life experience. If you hid in a corner and didn't say anything, did you think that no one would notice? No one would pay attention to you? Treat you like air?
Too naive!
Most likely, they would pay more attention to whether or not you were a character pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger. Your every move would be watched by others! Where could you hide in this tiny Town of Immortals?
Therefore, he had to expose himself, even if he had to do it on his own initiative! At the very least, he had to let others have a rough understanding of him: he liked to act cool, he was a bit clever, he was new to cultivation, his knowledge was limited, and so on.
When these perceptions were put together, a conclusion would naturally be drawn: he was a poor kid with no resources! His trump cards that he thought were infallible were actually fake techniques that were prevalent in the mortal world!
This was the goal he wanted to achieve! Perhaps he could not fool everyone, but it would be fine as long as he could fool the majority!
He was so careful because he was not a poor kid! He also had a trump card and a net worth! His wealth was hidden in the two small bottles at his waist. There were a total of a hundred red thread worms!
What did a hundred red thread worms signify? It signified several months worth of cultivation resources for a late stage Qi Eating cultivator!
In the cultivation world, the form of currency was very complicated, but there were two basic methods of circulation: spirit stones and medicinal pills. All other items were basically measured in terms of value.
The cornerstone of medicinal pills was the most basic Qi Eating Pill. Spirit stones were low-grade spirit stones. Their effects were the same. In other words, the effect obtained from swallowing a Qi Eating Pill was about the same as holding a low-grade spirit stone in one's hand.
Here, it could only be said to be about the same. Because there were no absolutes, different arcane efforts, differences in constitution, environmental changes, and so on, some people liked medicinal pills and some liked spirit stones. Thus, there was exchange and circulation!
As for the Qi Nourishing Pill and mid-grade spirit stones, those were a higher level system. Lou Xiaoyi did not have access to them now.
His Red Thread White Sand Worm, in terms of the effect of absorbing spiritual opportunity, was probably equivalent to one and a half Qi Eating Pills or low-grade spirit stones. Considering that the red thread worms had become purer after being refined by life energy, they were easier to be absorbed by the human body. They also did not have the pill toxins of medicinal pills or impurities of spirit stones, in terms of value, a single red thread worm, if sold at a good price, could be sold for close to two Qi Eating Pills or two low-grade spirit stones!
In other words, Lou Xiaoyi's wealth was close to two hundred Qi Eating Pills or close to two hundred low-grade spirit stones!
To a rogue cultivator, this was already a huge fortune. In the noodle house, in terms of individual wealth, there might not be anyone richer than him!
This was the reason why he had to be careful!
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