Chapter 58 : Seeking a Channel

Chapter 58: Seeking a Channel

After setting the display price and marking the stock of Yellow-Tailed Dendrobium as sold out, Chen Beiwu nodded in satisfaction.

He then picked up his phone and sent a message to his mom.

“Don’t hold onto the Frost-Purifying Pill anymore. The sooner you use it, the better. I’ve recently made quite a bit of Spirit Yuan from livestream sales—enough to pay back all the favors.”

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Beiwu took a screenshot of the backend from the Ten Thousand Spirits app and sent it over. “As for the promised matter, don’t worry. I will definitely fulfill it.”

Elsewhere, in Fallen Dragon Manor, Second Affiliated Hospital of Upper Clarity Heaven Medical Center.

Huang Xiaoling lay on the hospital bed with her eyes half-closed and a pale complexion.

Chen Dong looked at his wife’s bloodless lips and instinctively wrapped her cold fingers in his palms.

“Bzz bzz!”

At that moment, his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

Chen Dong frowned slightly, pulled out the phone to take a look, froze in place, then checked it again in disbelief.

“What’s the matter?” Huang Xiaoling asked hoarsely.

“What else could it be.”

Chen Dong slipped the phone back into his pocket. “That kid is making quite a bit from livestream sales and wants you to take the Frost-Purifying Pill. He said not to worry about that promise.”

“That won’t do.” Huang Xiaoling suddenly became spirited, anxiously saying, “That child said he’s confident in reaching the Eighth Level of Qi Refining before September next year. Old Chen, you know what that means!”

“Calm down.” Chen Dong hurried forward and held her shoulders. “You know our kid’s character better than anyone. If he dares say it, he’ll surely achieve it.”

“As long as he can do it, that’s good.” Huang Xiaoling breathed a sigh of relief and lay back down weakly.

“Livestream selling isn’t easy these days. There are countless cultivators selling at a loss. You should have him spend more time cultivating and stop messing around with these side hustles.”

Hearing this, Chen Dong fell silent.

If pulling in nearly five thousand Spirit Yuan in one night through livestream sales was considered a side hustle, then what was his own twelve-Spirit-Yuan-a-month job called?

Wasting away? Lacking ambition?

If not for Huang Xiaoling just having undergone surgery and needing emotional stability, he’d have shown her the screenshot from the Ten Thousand Spirits app backend to let her see what a born Sales Saint Physique looked like.

‘Maybe selling is a better path for Beiwu than cultivating!’ This thought popped into Chen Dong’s head uncontrollably.

“What is it? Are you hiding something from me?” Huang Xiaoling, sharp as ever, sensed something was off. “Did something happen to Beiwu?”

“Beiwu’s cultivating at home. What could possibly happen?” Chen Dong smiled and brushed the issue aside.

Once his wife had fallen sound asleep, he left the hospital room and jogged to a quiet spot to send a voice message to Chen Beiwu.

“Son, you really struck it rich?” Chen Dong asked in a low voice.

“Wouldn’t say rich. Selling on the platform comes with splits and taxes—it’s just hard-earned money.” Chen Beiwu feigned calmness.

Making in one night what would take an ordinary cultivator decades didn’t matter. His real goal was to reach Foundation Establishment.

Chen Dong’s throat moved slightly, a pressure lingering in his chest—but what he felt more than anything was unspoken pride.

‘This kid takes after me!’ He grinned and let it go.

…

After finishing the voice message and reassuring his parents that there was no financial pressure at home, Chen Beiwu turned to look at Iron Egg.

“Woof.” It trotted forward, tail wagging furiously.

Perhaps from having eaten too much Yellow-Tailed Dendrobium recently—or perhaps thanks to a ‘chicken-and-dog-ascending-to-heaven’ effect—Chen Beiwu noticed the light of Fate above Iron Egg’s head slowly shifting toward light blue.

On the other hand, Gold Egg’s Fate light remained stable, staying at golden level without any fluctuation.

“I can take you there, but you’ll have to stay in the cave-dwelling to cultivate. Not a sound, got it!” Chen Beiwu warned.

Iron Egg quickly covered its mouth with one forepaw and nodded obediently, promptly toppling over onto the ground.

…

Biyuan Market.

“Senior.” Wanwan bowed respectfully in greeting.

Chen Beiwu waved a hand. “No need for formalities. The Phoenix Yellow Dendrobium you bought last time was good quality.”

“Does Senior wish to buy more?” she asked cautiously.

“Mm, but this time I need a large amount—two thousand jin of Phoenix Yellow Dendrobium,” Chen Beiwu said, glancing at her.

“Understood.” Wanwan suppressed her excitement and replied softly, “Since Senior needs more this time, the price can be a bit lower.”

“How about sixty Spirit Stones? Wanwan can gather it within three days.”

Afraid that Chen Beiwu might be displeased, she quickly added, “If Senior wants it by tomorrow, that’s also possible—but the price might be a bit higher, around seventy lower-grade Spirit Stones.”

“Very well. Here’s the deposit.” Chen Beiwu casually tossed out ten Spirit Stones. “I want the goods in three days. The Phoenix Yellow Dendrobium quality must not be worse than last time.”

He knew Wanwan, as the middlewoman, would profit quite a bit from this transaction—but Chen Beiwu didn’t mind.

What he cared about was only one thing: the quality of the Phoenix Yellow Dendrobium.

Wanwan had done a great job last time, saving him a lot of effort.

“No problem.” Wanwan beamed brightly.

Previously, she had eyes but failed to see Mount Tai.

What poor cultivator? The person standing before her now was clearly a God of Wealth!

Whether the Phoenix Yellow Dendrobium was for brewing tea or eating raw, it was none of her business.

In Biyuan Market, the more secrets a cultivator knew, the more likely they were to get into trouble.

“By the way,” Chen Beiwu seemed to recall something and asked casually, “I’m looking to sell a Qi Refining cultivation method. Got any channels?”

Wanwan’s eyes lit up. “What attribute is the Qi Refining method? What’s the maximum level it can reach?”

Then, realizing her tone was a bit too forward, she quickly bowed her head in apology. “Forgive me, Senior. Wanwan was rude.”

“Forget it.” Chen Beiwu shook his head slightly.

From Wanwan’s reaction, he could infer how eager Southern Wastes cultivators were for technique inheritance.

Not bringing out a higher-level Foundation Establishment method had been the right decision. A complete Foundation Establishment inheritance could have alerted the Shen Clan behind the market—or even attracted attention from Foundation Establishment cultivators.

“This Qi Refining method is a water-attribute technique, suitable for cultivators with Water Spiritual Roots. It’s called Hidden Abyss Manual, and it can be cultivated up to the Ninth Level of Qi Refining.” Chen Beiwu handed her a jade slip.

Receiving the jade slip, Wanwan’s pupils contracted.

“Concealing the edge within softness, storing momentum as the abyss!”

Upon seeing the philosophy of this Qi Refining method, she couldn’t help but be shaken.

She had never seen such a profound technique!

In her knowledge, the mid-grade Qi Refining method Water Transformation Manual was already top-tier among rogue cultivators—capable of forging endless Water Yuan power, flowing like an unending stream.

But there was always a taller mountain. Hidden Abyss Manual observed the flow of water meridians and drew upon Heaven and Earth’s mysterious Yin water Qi to forge Triple Yin Power.

This Triple Yin Power far surpassed Water Yuan Power. In battle, it could erode an opponent’s essence, Qi, and spirit—the Three Treasures. It could also store three layers of Mysterious Yin Water Qi within the body, increasing the probability of Foundation Establishment by ten percent. Calling it a top-tier Qi Refining method would be no exaggeration.

“Senior, you truly intend to sell this technique?” Wanwan couldn’t help but swallow hard.