Chapter 835 - 401: Additional Update in Progress..._2

Chapter 835: Chapter 401: Additional Update in Progress..._2

Because it’s pointless.

Although Wen Jiu didn’t ask, the white-bearded old Taoist who came out from the good house to pay rent did speak up.

"Steward Li, why did the rent suddenly increase? Didn’t you say before that the rent at the outskirts of the market wouldn’t go up?"

Steward Li’s face turned cold, "Old fool, stay if you want to stay, leave if you don’t. Now that the war troubles outside Lianwu Mountain are becoming more frequent and the demon beasts causing havoc are increasing, why shouldn’t the rent change?"

The white-bearded old Taoist was left speechless, not daring to speak again since he was only at Qi Cultivation Third Layer. If he really angered Steward Li and got kicked out of the market, it would cost him dearly.

Helpless, he could only sigh. He glanced at Wen Jiu and then turned to go inside, "Snowfalls are heavy; the moment the snow doesn’t melt, the ways to make money decrease. And now the rent has gone up... how are we supposed to live?"

Wen Jiu withdrew his gaze, turning back to look at the high walls of white snow behind him.

At this moment, the snow he used to long for no longer seemed so beautiful or delightful.

He turned around.

Yun Ping stood behind him.

Cautiously hiding by the wall, not daring to approach Wen Jiu, seemingly worried that Wen Jiu would vent his life pressures on her again.

Wen Jiu glanced at her and left a sentence before turning back into the house.

"From today onwards, you’re free to go wherever you want... you’re free..."

The rent increased.

Earning money has become difficult again.

Additionally, at Qi Cultivation Second Layer, it’s not possible to completely avoid eating, so it’s unnecessary to keep another mouth to feed.

Although Yun Ping didn’t eat much, if she ate two or three more meals, he’d have to eat one less meal himself.

"Master..."

Seeing Wen Jiu didn’t impose difficulties on her.

Seeing Wen Jiu return to the house unusually.

Yun Ping stood there in a daze.

At a loss.

Master.

What’s this about?

No matter what.

Yun Ping still didn’t dare to leave.

Instead, she stepped forward to catch up, fearing she might fall behind.

Because she feared Wen Jiu was doing it on purpose, and that if she stepped outside, he would only torment her even more.

Such things had happened before.

Seeing Yun Ping follow him into the house, Wen Jiu hastily stopped her, realizing, "I forgot about your blood contract."

With that said.

Wen Jiu retrieved the blood contract from his storage bag according to his memory and tore it up in front of Yun Ping.

If he were to sell Yun Ping to someone else, he might have gotten two or three Low-grade Spirit Stones.

After all, she was a Qi Cultivation First Layer Female Cultivator.

Her looks and figure were also exceptional.

But he couldn’t do it, couldn’t push a woman who had been tormented for three years by his predecessor back into the fire.

Alas.

In the end.

He still didn’t have the potential to be a bad person.

His heart wasn’t ruthless enough.

However, Wen Jiu also reminded himself silently, as this is a chaotic Cultivation Realm where lives are treated like grass.

"Just this once!"

Upon entering the house and seeing this, Yun Ping’s eyes filled with shock because this was something she never dared to dream about.

The blood contract was destroyed, meaning she was now free.

As long as she could earn enough Spirit Stones to rent a good house, she could once again become a true Loose Cultivator.

"Am I dreaming?" Yun Ping pinched her own face, unable to believe that the perverted Wen Jiu would really let her leave, "Mas...ter, are you really willing to give me my freedom?"

Wen Ping nodded slightly.

Not offering much explanation.

He couldn’t help but sigh to himself.

How much suffering and despair must Yun Ping have endured day by day to the point where even when hope arrived, she couldn’t believe it was true?

Alas.

Indeed, life in the Cultivation Realm is as worthless as grass.

But now wasn’t the time to pity her; he himself didn’t even have a plan for next month’s rent.

If he couldn’t pay the four Low-grade Spirit Stones for rent next month, Steward Li would surely kick him out of the market.

What if he encountered a ruthless Loose Cultivator who would capture him and force him to become a Blood Contracted Male Servant?

He didn’t dare to think about it.

He really didn’t dare to think about it.

After all, where there are perverted male cultivators, there surely are perverted female cultivators.

After seeing Yun Ping off, who was overwhelmed with gratitude and repeatedly thanking him, the white-bearded old Taoist from the good house suddenly came out, stunned, "Hehuan Thief, you of all people gave the maid her freedom?"

Wen Jiu ignored the old Taoist.

The old Taoist’s name was Qi Muli, at Qi Cultivation Third Layer, higher than him by one layer. Before the Cultivation Realm’s war broke out, he was already a Loose Cultivator. When the war started, he quickly hid in the Wushan Market, and it has been five years since.

In memory, their relationship wasn’t deep. Because of hunting demons together outside, they did share some camaraderie.

However, Qi Muli was very pragmatic with people; he only remembered you when he needed you, and when he didn’t, he merely glanced at you. A year ago, after entering Qi Cultivation Third Layer, he never paid attention to Wen Jiu again.

The predecessor of Wen Jiu tried to please him by offering gifts, but Qi Muli accepted them without reciprocating, nor did he take him along to hunt demons again. For someone like him, Wen Jiu couldn’t be bothered anymore.

But this time it was different; the white-bearded old Taoist, seeing Wen Jiu unresponsive, initially intended to leave directly but stopped after a few steps.

This time, he intended to hunt demons outside the market to earn Spirit Stones, but after the snowfall, it was difficult to find even traces of demon beasts. The snow also made hunting demons at least fifty percent more challenging, so having a helper was best.

Wen Jiu, although lecherous and somewhat perverted, was like him, just an ordinary Qi Refining Cultivator without any other skills than earning money. Therefore, inviting him along was more easily successful than asking others.

"Hehuan Thief, old Taoist, I’m planning to help you make some money this time. How about going out to hunt demons with me? You find the demons, I kill them. The spoils are split thirty-seventy, you share thirty, I take seventy!"

"No."

Wen Jiu said and turned back into the house.

Hunting demons is risky, especially after the snowfall.

Whatever the white-bearded old Taoist was planning, even without experiencing everything in the Cultivation Realm firsthand, Wen Jiu could guess it.

Isn’t it just finding a helper?

Or to put it bluntly.

He wants someone to cover his back in case of real danger.

Otherwise, why not find a cultivator of the same level?

But after returning to the house, Wen Jiu was troubled. If he didn’t go out and hunt demons, where would the Spirit Stones come from?

In the market, there was no work that allowed an ordinary Qi Cultivation Second Layer cultivator to earn four to five Low-grade Spirit Stones a month.

"Do I really have to go out and risk my life in adventure?"

In the memories of the predecessor, hunting demons could earn Spirit Stones but was also very dangerous.

Low-level Qi Cultivation Cultivators often died at the mouths of demon beasts every now and then.

Meanwhile, outside, the white-bearded old Taoist looked shocked, clearly not expecting Wen Jiu to refuse.

Wen Jiu earned significantly less Spirit Stones than he did monthly, and now with the rent increased by one Low-grade Spirit Stone, how could he bear it?

In such a situation, Wen Jiu still refused him?

"Why is this guy acting like a changed person today?" the white-bearded old Taoist sighed, initially intending to find someone as bait to lure the demon beasts.

After sighing, the white-bearded old Taoist couldn’t help but glance at Yun Ping, feeling even more puzzled.

Wen Jiu, a Joyful Wanderer.

Without Spirit Stones, without Spirit Veins to support, the Blood Contracted Maid was his only chance to improve his cultivation.

Yet, Wen Jiu actually set the Blood Contracted Maid free.

"Could it be... this guy got hit on the head by that Mid-stage Qi Cultivation Cultivator a few days ago?"

He murmured a line before leaving.

Yun Ping also deeply gazed at the good house that haunted her nightmares daily, yet didn’t leave as quickly as the Taoist.

...

Inside the good house.

Wen Jiu fell into contemplation, thinking about ways to make money while taking out everything from the storage bag.

One Low-grade Spirit Stone Fragment.

Three pieces of inferior demon skin yellow paper.

One inferior talisman brush.

And half a jar of Demon Beast Essence Blood.

Total value not exceeding one Low-grade Spirit Stone.

But at the instant Wen Jiu picked up the silver-white talisman brush, a message window suddenly appeared before his eyes.

[Wen Jiu]

[Age: Thirty-three]

[Spirit Root: Low-Grade Spirit Root (7/50)]

[Gold Attribute Spiritual Sensitivity: 1]

[Wood Attribute Spiritual Sensitivity: 3]

[Water Attribute Spiritual Sensitivity: 1]

[Fire Attribute Spiritual Sensitivity: 1]

[Earth Attribute Spiritual Sensitivity: 1]

[Current Main Profession: Cultivator lv2 (cannot switch, current experience 55/200)]

[Basic Profession Skills: Level 2 Hehuan Technique (68/100), Level 1 Fire Bullet Technique (11/50), Level 2 Fire Snake Technique (5/100)]

[Special Skill Points: 0]

[Special Attribute Points: 0]

[Current Available Sub-profession Slot: 1]

[Upon contact with talisman painting tools, automatically acquire sub-profession—Talisman Master]

[Would you like to activate the sub-profession?]

"Activate!"

Wen Jiu was overjoyed.

Web novel authors.

Truly not deceiving me!

There’s always a golden finger with transmigration.