Chapter 18: Chapter 16 The Whole World’s 10,000 Cultivators - Part 2
Little Fatty was startled. Holding the dicinal Powder, he asked, "Where should I rub it?"
The Peddler said, "As long as it touches your flesh, you can rub it anywhere you find convenient."
The well-dressed man behind him reminded him, "Choose a fleshy part. This dicine is very painful. I saw a sister who rubbed the dicine on her Fatty Peach. Her Fatty Peach was more than a foot thick, and she still couldn’t walk because it hurt so much!"
"I’m not afraid of pain!" Little Fatty lifted his clothes, exposing his snow-white belly, and said to the Peddler, "If I rub this on, I’ll be a First Layer Food Cultivator, right?"
The Peddler shook his head. "You’ve misunderstood again. This dicinal Powder can only initiate you into the practice; it can’t take you up a layer."
Little Fatty said angrily, "Isn’t this a rip-off? Such expensive dicine, and I can’t even reach the First Layer?"
The Peddler closed the drawer, not wanting to explain.
The wealthy young man behind him said impatiently, "If you don’t understand anything, ask soone knowledgeable. Don’t embarrass yourself here! This is entry-level dicinal Powder. Advancing layers isn’t so easy. If you want to reach the First Layer, you have to pass a challenge!"
Little Fatty looked confused. "What challenge?"
The wealthy young man couldn’t rember clearly either. "Food Cultivators... I think they need to eat a lot of food..."
The Peddler said, "For a Food Cultivator to reach the First Layer, they need to eat twenty catties of food in one sitting."
"Twenty catties..." Little Fatty was a bit nervous. "How long is ’one sitting’? Does eating all day count as one sitting, right?"
The Peddler shook his head. "What are you thinking? One sitting is just one hour. If you take longer than an hour, it doesn’t count."
Upon hearing this, Little Fatty was troubled. How could he eat twenty catties of food in one hour?
Seeing Little Fatty silent for a long ti, the Peddler waved his hand, and the sixty thousand Huan Country Banknotes reappeared in his palm.
"If you regret it now, it’s not too late. I can refund your money."
Little Fatty gritted his teeth and slapped the dicinal Powder onto his belly.
As soon as the dicinal Powder touched his skin, it quickly disappeared. Little Fatty’s face turned pale green, and he staggered to a tree, sitting down next to Li Banfeng.
"It hurts, damn, it really hurts!"
"How painful is it?" Li Banfeng asked curiously.
"More painful than being burned by fire! I can’t take it anymore!" Little Fatty’s facial muscles twitched from the pain.
The wealthy young man watched Little Fatty in agony, a complex expression on his face.
I have to endure this pain sooner or later, so let’s just get it over with! The wealthy young man approached the Peddler and said, "I want the Lust Cultivation dicinal Powder."
The Peddler looked at him and asked, "You don’t seem like soone short of cash. Why choose the Taoist Sect of Lust Cultivation?"
The wealthy young man replied, "This is the only Taoist Sect that truly resonates with ."
The Peddler laughed. "Why not practice Ho Cultivation? Lying at ho and increasing your cultivation level, isn’t that good?"
The wealthy young man shook his head. "I’m not the type to stay put. Enough talk, I want Lust Cultivation!"
The Peddler said, "I must remind you, to advance a layer in Lust Cultivation, you need to do it ten tis a day, without missing a single day, and persist for two months. Only then can you reach the First Layer."
Ten tis a day?
Li Banfeng’s eyes bulged in disbelief.
What exactly do they have to do? It’s not what I’m thinking, is it? Two months, ten tis every single day! This wealthy young master sure is tough!
"I know the rules!" The wealthy young man had his Servant bring over fifty thousand Huan Country Banknotes and handed them to the Peddler. The Peddler took the money, wrapped up a pack of dicinal Powder, and gave it to the wealthy young man.
One of his attendants suggested, "Young Master, you should apply it to your Peach. This dicine really hurts!"
The wealthy young man snorted. "Take off my pants in front of all these people? Who do you think I am?"
He unbuttoned his collar and slapped the dicinal Powder onto his chest.
As soon as the dicinal Powder penetrated his flesh, the wealthy young man’s legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed.
Several attendants rushed forward to support him, but the wealthy young man waved his hand. "No need, I can stand."
He stumbled to the tree and sat next to Li Banfeng, sweating profusely yet biting back any sound of pain.
Li Banfeng was truly baffled. "Friends, if the dicine is so painful, why not wait until you get ho to apply it? It would be better to have soone take care of you there."
Little Fatty had recovered quite a bit. Seeing soone even more clueless than himself, he couldn’t help but laugh out loud, a surge of superiority washing over him. "You, you know nothing! This is the Peddler’s rule. Once you’ve bought the initiation dicine from the Peddler, you must use it in front of him. You can only leave after half an hour if there are no adverse reactions; otherwise, if sothing goes wrong, the Peddler isn’t responsible."
The wealthy young man glanced at Li Banfeng’s attire and asked through his agonizing pain, "Friend, your clothes... you don’t seem to be from around here, do you?"
Little Fatty also found it odd. "Did you get off the train? I heard that those who co from the train have been to the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm!"
The wealthy young man shook his head. "Not the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm, but from the Outside Provinces. I’ve never been there, but soone from my family has."
He continued, "My surna is Ma, and I’m the fifth in my family, so acquaintances call
Ma Wu. How may I address you two?"
This young master ca from a wealthy background but was unassuming.
Little Fatty clasped his fist. "My surna is Qin; I’m the ninth in my family, so acquaintances call
Qin Xiaopang."
Qin Xiaopang? Does that have anything to do with being the ninth? Li Banfeng wondered.
Li Banfeng said, "My surna is Li; I’m the seventh in my family, so acquaintances call
Li Qi."
"Five, seven, nine?" Ma Wu paused for a mont.
Qin Xiaopang smiled. "Consecutive odd numbers! This must be so kind of fate!"
Perhaps chard by this coincidence, Ma Wu initiated further conversation. "Brother Li, which Taoist Sect have you chosen?"
Taoist Sect? Li Banfeng didn’t quite understand.
Ma Wu paused for a mont, then understanding dawned on him. "Ah, I rember now. In the Outside Provinces, the path of cultivation isn’t called Taoist Sects; they’re called professions. And Cultivators aren’t called Cultivators; they’re called Dark Energy Users."
Dark Energy Users!
Li Banfeng had heard of this concept before. Those from the Dark Star Bureau who pursued him were Dark Energy Users.
That Big-eyed Man who could secrete oil, what was his profession? Probably a Food Cultivator? He must have eaten a lot of oil beforehand, which is why he could secrete it. He Jiaqing was likely a Dark Energy User as well. Capable of remote surveillance, what was his profession? So, this ’initiation’ ans becoming a Dark Energy User. The items this Peddler sells include the concoction to beco a Dark Energy User. He seems to sell not only these concoctions but also everyday items.
An old man ca to him to buy candles. A child ca to purchase rock candy. There was also a woman who brought her own porcelain jar to buy Snow Cream; she gave him a Silver Yuan, which the Peddler verified before scooping her a full spoonful.
While the Peddler was busy, Ma Wu seized the mont to ask another question, "Brother Li, which profession have you chosen?"
Li Banfeng shook his head. "I haven’t decided yet."
Ma Wu took a water bottle from an attendant, took a sip, and as the pain eased a bit, he advised Li Banfeng, "If you haven’t decided, don’t rush into anything. The Peddler only brought five kinds of dicinal Powder. If none suit you, then wait for the next ti. Once you choose a Taoist Sect, there’s no going back."
Li Banfeng was even more astonished. "Aside from Farming Cultivation, Lust Cultivation, Food Cultivator, Traveling Cultivator, and Ho Cultivation, are there other options?"
"Of course!" Qin Xiaopang replied, a hint of excitent in his voice. "Literature Cultivator, Martial Cultivator, Poison Cultivation, dicine Cultivator, Peeping Cultivation, ntal Cultivator, Insect Cultivation, Grass Cultivation, Smoke Cultivator, Alcohol Cultivation, Emotion Cultivator, Sleep Cultivator... There are hundreds of Taoist Sects in the world and tens of thousands of Cultivations!"
PS: Thanks to Sun Zhibai. The glory of White Falcon County endures.
Three Chapters today, with another one at twelve o’clock.
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