Chapter 1 Infinite longevity, immortality
early morning.
Zhushan Xianfang.
Wisps of sunlight fell from high in the sky, slightly lighting up the entire Zhushan Fairy Square.
As the sun rises, the entire Zhushan Fairy Square gradually comes to life.
Shadows intertwined.
On a street that is not that wide.
The shouts of hawking came from all directions.
"A low-grade thick earth talisman, a must-have for home protection! Five spiritual stones for one piece."
"Spiritual rice! The spiritual rice grown at home, one piece of spiritual stone weighs ten kilograms!"
"Low-grade monster meat, one piece of spiritual stone and two kilograms!"
"..."
The spring breeze carries a hint of chill, and pedestrians are coming and going in a hurry on the street.
Only the vendors looked eagerly at the crowd, hoping for business.
He Song tightened his sleeves and glanced at the crowd around him. After stopping for a moment at the Lingmi stall, he reluctantly looked away and looked at the Fanmi placed aside.
Spiritual rice is delicious, and it can also increase your cultivation level.
But now that I am short of money, I still focus on filling my stomach.
"Senior, help me weigh twenty kilograms of ordinary rice." He Song said when he came to the rice stall.
"Okay, two pieces of spiritual sand."
Spiritual sand is a smaller trading currency than spiritual stone. One spiritual stone is enough to exchange for one hundred spiritual sand.
As for ordinary silver or gold, it is worthless in the world of immortality.
In the world of immortality, as long as something has spiritual power, the smallest unit of currency is spiritual sand.
The man selling rice was an old man. He looked senile, but the spiritual pressure on his body made He Song secretly palpitate.
Seeing that He Song only bought twenty kilograms of ordinary rice, he didn't say much. He just put the rice into a package and handed it to He Song.
He Song took out the two pieces of spiritual sand he had prepared from his sleeves, paid the money with one hand, and delivered the goods with the other.
Carrying twenty kilograms of rice, a stone fell from He Song's heart.
Didn't even look at the other stalls.
He turned around and walked towards the exit of the stall area.
"It went well for the first time."
Holding rice in his hand, He Song was secretly relieved as he walked.
Although he already knew from the memory of his predecessor that killing was prohibited in Zhushan Fairy Square, he knew that coming to a strange world for the first time made He Song feel uneasy.
He Song is a time traveler.
He traveled to this world three days ago and occupied the body of an immortal cultivator who was at the first level of Qi training.
Fortunately, the predecessor of this body was also named He Song. After acquiring the memory of the predecessor, He Song stayed at home for three full days before he could perfectly reproduce the living habits and various little habits of the predecessor.
This is the world of immortality.
Seizing possessions is common.
With his own life and fortune at stake, He Song naturally couldn't step out of the house without making some preparations.
If someone were to find someone taking the body, he would probably be hacked to death immediately as an evil cultivator.
Now, after three days of imitating and strengthening his memory, and making sure that no one would detect any abnormality, He Song went out and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar world of immortality with his own eyes for the first time.
The place where He Song lives is not far from the stall area.
After walking for a while carrying the rice, He Song returned to his home after finding no one following him.
close the door.
Locked.
Leaning against the door.
He Song slowly exhaled.
"It's better to have a society governed by law. At least you don't have to worry about your life being lost inexplicably."
"But...if I hadn't traveled through time, I should have already thought about how to surrender myself in order to get the best protection, right?"
"Immortality is hard to hide in modern society."
Putting the rice bag aside, a panel with white characters on a black background suddenly appeared in front of He Song, a panel that only he could see.
"Name: He Song."
"Lifespan: Infinite."
Travelers wear golden fingers.
This kind of thing is completely normal.
He Song has read a lot of novels, so he is naturally not unfamiliar with things like Golden Finger.
However, the panel with white characters on a black background in front of him did not give He Song the kind of golden finger that made the air fly in seconds.
On the contrary, its function seemed a bit useless in He Song's eyes.
Life is unlimited.
Immortality.
It sounds very beautiful.
How many human emperors and prominent nobles pursued immortality in their later years.
But... being at the bottom of the world of immortality, it seems a bit useless to gain such an ability with the first level of Qi training.
Who are the people who have pursued immortality from ancient times to the present?
The human emperor.
Prominent nobles.
Wealthy merchants.
Thousand-year-old family.
These people all have something in common.
The status is extremely high, able to taste the beauty of the world, and control the power of the world.
As long as they continue to live, they can continue to enjoy their beautiful life.
Has any ordinary person living at the bottom of society ever wanted to pursue immortality?
An old beggar prays for immortality and continues to beg for ten thousand years?
The woman in the brothel seeks immortality, and the brothel accepts customers for ten thousand years?
Farmers go to the fields to seek longevity, and farm the fields for ten thousand years?
The company and society strive for longevity and work hard to build bricks for ten thousand years?
Masochism so serious?
After becoming immortal and having unlimited lifespan, you still need to live.
You will die if you are injured, you will die if you are poisoned, you will die if you are hungry and sick.
In addition, food costs money, medical treatment costs money, renting a house costs money, everything costs money.
Under such circumstances, the immortals who are at the bottom of society are not as happy as they imagined.
Of course.
It's a different matter if you are a prince or aristocrat. Those who seek immortality are almost all princes and nobles.
In this way, this golden finger is indeed a bit useless in He Song's opinion.
But He Song was not discouraged.
In this world, there is one more thing that can change one's destiny than the one he lived in in his previous life.
Xiuxian!
Cultivation of immortality is no better than others.
As long as you have time and can continue to absorb spiritual energy into yourself, your cultivation will gradually increase.
When cultivation begins to grow.
Your status, class, and strength will gradually increase.
At this moment, He Song's cultivation was at the first level of Qi refining, and his status was at the bottom of the immortal world.
But if his cultivation reaches the foundation-building stage, He Song's status will undergo earth-shaking changes in an instant.
Further up, He Song's status will naturally change.
This is something that can truly change your destiny!
As long as you live long, your status will continue to improve. No one will question it, and no one will dare to suppress it.
Strength is the foundation of all status!
......
"Well, the most important thing now is to earn spiritual stones."
Shaking his head to put away the thoughts in his mind, He Song sighed softly, then grabbed the rice bag beside him and stood up.
Pour the rice in the rice bag into the bottomed rice vat.
He Song looked at the very familiar room in front of him. This would be his future home.
The home is rented.
Ten spiritual stones a month is not cheap.
For He Song now, it is very expensive.
Xianfang never cares whether casual cultivators can afford to rent a house.
Such an expensive rent is also a test used by Xianfang to "screen" qualified monks.
If you can't even pay the rent, then leave Xianfang and become a casual cultivator.
Although the spiritual energy outside is a little thinner.
Although the outside world is a bit more dangerous.
Although the death rate outside is higher.
But at least it doesn’t require so much rent.
After groping around on his body and in the house for a long time, He Song finally looked at the more than thirty spiritual stones placed on the table in front of him and fell into deep thought.
If you only pay rent.
This amount of spiritual stone can last three months.
But if you add in the cost of eating, drinking, and learning a craft, He Song felt that he might be kicked out soon.
