Desolate area, south of the State of Delaware.
Cloudfield Market.
Alex Reed dragged his tired body and rushed into the market with all his strength.
Huh—
Seeing the buildings on both sides of him, he let out a long breath.
Like the Old Demon of Black Mountain, he spat out a large mouthful of black air, and his face turned a little pale.
Around him, a dozen scattered figures also raised their heads one by one, opening their mouths to spit out black circles.
"It doesn't matter, I've lived another day, which is already very impressive."
Exhaling heavily, Alex wished he could spit out all his lungs. If the miasma in the vast mountains were not expelled, it would be over sooner or later.
"Puff—"
Among the people who exhaled, one person spat out blood. Other cultivators who expelled black air around him immediately rushed towards the person who spat out blood.
Alex ran towards the depths of the market; he didn't want to get involved in this chaos. After a brief scramble, the figure vomiting blood was stripped naked, and the corpse was thrown aside like an old shrimp.
"This is the 30th... cough cough... 33rd unlucky person I met this month."
"No, we must move out of Cloudfield Market as soon as possible!"
"If you are not killed by someone, the miasma will poison you to death sooner or later."
"Cough cough..."
"... cough cough..."
Feeling the stinging pain in his lungs, Alex's face turned paler. Often soaking in the miasma, a third-level Qi training cultivator like him couldn't stand it.
Alex didn't expect to come to the world of cultivating immortals and still have to worry about his life constantly. Cultivating immortals for immortality, he died at the beginning of cultivation—what immortality is there for? It's better to be in his hometown in his previous life, carrying a small mortgage, driving his own or someone else's second-hand car. At least he could live for a few decades.
Here, he breathed in the miasma every day and watched out for the little black hand. It's really amazing! Even if the fairy comes, I have to get Emily.
Alex went to the center of the market, preparing to report the tasks of the past few days in exchange for some spiritual stones to make up for the rent for next month. The Cloudfield Market was established by the Golden Core Sect, the Clearwater Sect. The purpose is to develop Cloudfield Lake.
The original owner before Alex traveled through time had received the land reclamation task issued by the Clearwater Sect. It's just that his luck was a bit bad. He was killed by the King of Hell after only two months in Cloudfield Market. Then, Alex traveled through time. After he came here, he inherited a little legacy and also inherited an environment where he was worried all day long.
He came all the way to the center of the market, where a tall stone archway stood. Behind the stone archway was a street of shops. The faint spiritual light loomed, and the defensive formation was always open. After entering the archway, Alex took two deep breaths of spiritual energy. The pain in his chest was relieved. This street was built by the Clearwater Sect, and it is undoubtedly the safest place in the entire market.
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Alex wanted to live here in his dreams, even if he could be just a cultivator here. But he has five spiritual roots. The fire and wood spiritual roots are just slightly prominent.
Good news: In ancient times, five spiritual roots were the standard for becoming an immortal. Bad news: In today's era, even if you can cultivate to the late stage of Qi training in your lifetime, it is considered a big fire in your ancestral grave. If you want to blame someone, you can only blame the wrong time node for crossing.
Walking on the street, Alex did not look at the shops around much and tried to avoid the eyes of other cultivators. There was no way; it would be useless to look. There was no other reason. It was just as everyone thought—poor!
In addition, with only the strength of the third level of Qi training, it is better to retreat strategically. After passing through various shops, the innermost is the General Affairs Hall built by the Clearwater Sect. All the cultivators who accepted the task of opening up wasteland in Clearwater Sect need to accept the task here.
Most of the tasks of opening up wasteland are to explore the environment of the nearby area. Where are the spiritual veins? Where is suitable for the family residence? Where is suitable for opening up spiritual fields, etc.?
Simple, right? It's just a bit life-wasting. In the undeveloped wilderness, there are dangers such as miasma, poison gas, monsters, swamps, and the same clan's dirty tricks, including but not limited to these. If some people don't die every day, the day will not pass.
The task that Alex accepted this time was to explore the terrain of the 136th area of Wu. This is a place with not much miasma and has been initially developed. That's it. His name still flashes repeatedly in the Book of Life and Death. Who knows, the King of Hell will be able to tick it red one day.
Half a year ago, after traveling through time, Alex, who realized the danger, also wanted to leave. After all, as a traveler, he has a golden finger.
But his mother's Clearwater Sect is really not a thing. Before coming here, she was Sweetheart. After coming here, she was treated worse than Mrs. Cow. Want to leave? Sorry, you have to pay the spirit stones. The previous incarnation came to accept the task of land reclamation, so it can be imagined that he was a complete pauper. Playing rotten, not accepting the task? Hehe—The Clearwater Sect will kill you. If you accept the task, you will either be poisoned to death or killed.
Of course, if you have spirit stones, that's another matter. But the previous incarnation was a pauper, and he was still five spirit roots in his thirties.
He honestly entered the General Affairs Hall and came to a Clearwater Sect manager, and Alex handed in the task.
"Topographic map of the one hundred and thirty-six areas of Wu."
As a third-level Qi training monk, he couldn't take on any difficult tasks. It's okay to draw a landform map and check the specific environment. Someone asked me about it. Since outsiders can’t see it, I could just draw a picture of Kunba and it would be over. Don't tell me, there are really smart people who have done this.
But the Clearwater Sect has been passed down for many years, and they are the ancestors who play tricks. Many people will be sent to investigate an area. If the picture you draw is too different from that of most people, you will be given a red package as a gift. At the beginning, many people tried the method themselves. The result is that the people behind are extremely honest.
The steward carefully looked at the map drawn by Alex and some of the marked places and nodded.
"If you want to contribute something, you still need spiritual stones."
"I want spiritual stones."
Five spiritual stones. Alex grabbed them and left. Next month's rent is enough, and now he just wants to go back to his shack and rest.
"It's so miserable. All the internal organs have been ripped out."
"Damn demon cultivator, we are still in Fang City, so we are not afraid of the Clearwater Sect law enforcement team."
Before returning to his residence, Alex saw a group of people gathered in the corner, pointing. A mangled body lay in the corner. He walked over quickly without even taking a second look. Returning to his rented cabin, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ahem..."
This small house in the outer area of Fang City did not give Alex much sense of security.
Call—
Lying on the wooden bed, Alex adjusted his breathing. This time I was pretty lucky. I didn't encounter monsters or demonic cultivators, but I just breathed in some miasma. With five spiritual stones, I can live for another month.
"We must move!"
Staring at the roof, Alex once again thought about moving. Such a crisis-ridden day is not suitable for him. The outer building area is too unfavorable for stability.
At night.
[Calm down, enlightenment point +1]
[Bonus: 0]
A virtual panel was reflected in front of Alex. Alex did not panic but took it for granted. This is why he pursues a stable environment. Only in a stable place can you feel at peace. Therefore, he calls this panel a robust system.
But Cloudfield Market is very unstable. This nonsense land reclamation task requires him, Alex, to go in person. I have been worried for more than half a year that he must move!