Cultivation Begins with Daily Intelligence Reports

119: Simps will die a horrible death.Lin Jingyu was stunned, looking at Qin Yue in bewilderment.

Qin Yue sighed inwardly but did not stop her, simply nodding slightly at Lin Jingyu with a look that signaled: Accept it.

Lin Jingyu’s thoughts raced; the identity of Fairy Yun Momo was definitely not simple, otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to give away such a treasure.

The intelligence panel only showed her as an ”Alchemy Apprentice of Miaoling Pavilion”; now it seemed it hadn’t shown the full picture at all.

He suppressed the turbulent waves in his heart and revealed a helpless yet moved smile on his face: ”Alright, alright, alright, I’ll accept it! Fairy Yun Momo, please don’t cry, I’ll accept it.”

He solemnly took the warm, smooth jade pendant from Yun Momo’s hand, and when his fingertips touched her slightly cool palm, he could feel her tremble slightly.

”Hmph, that’s more like it...” Yun Momo was still a bit unhappy in her heart; after all, Lin Jingyu calling her ”Fairy Yun Momo” every other sentence made her feel very distant.

Lin Jingyu didn’t know why, but Yun Momo was still not very happy?

He left the luxurious VIP room with chaotic thoughts.

He identified the direction and walked quickly towards the shanty town on the outskirts of the Southeast Market Town.

After winding through several turns, he stopped in front of a small courtyard that was equally dilapidated but relatively clean.

The one living inside was the old man Gong Changshou; don’t be fooled by his cultivation level of only the Qi Refining Third Layer, he was a seasoned old rascal with no children.

He seemed to be lonely and helpless, but he lived a very comfortable life.

He had food and drink, and from time to time, he would go to the brothels to have some fun...

Having struggled at the bottom for decades, he was familiar with all sorts of people and knew all the unconventional paths; the little gadgets he helped get last time had been of great use.

Knocking the door open, a faint scent of alcohol mixed with the smell of low-quality tobacco wafted out.

”Yo! Little Brother Lin? A rare guest, a rare guest! Please come in!”

Gong Changshou, with a dry pipe in his mouth and eyes squinted, immediately wore a mercenary yet familiar smile on his face when he saw it was Lin Jingyu.

”Old Gong, I have a job for you.”

Lin Jingyu got straight to the point, handing over some drawings with peculiar components and a few Spirit Stones,

”According to these dimensions and Material requirements, help me make them as soon as possible; they need to be sturdy and discreet. The remaining Spirit Stones are for your hard work.”

Gong Changshou took the drawings and Spirit Stones, weighed them, a flash of shrewdness in his eyes, and chuckled: ”Rest assured! This thing is easy to handle; finding a few blacksmiths, it can be forged in under two hours.”

He didn’t ask about its purpose; at the bottom of this market, knowing too much was not necessarily a good thing.

Moreover, this order only required ordinary Materials, so he could make quite a profit inside and out.

Leaving Gong Changshou’s dilapidated courtyard, Lin Jingyu returned to the market.

It was bustling and brightly lit. He wove through the crowd, his gaze scanning the shop signs on both sides of the street.

The four hundred plus Spirit Stones he had just obtained in his pocket felt heavy, giving him a lot of confidence.

He was yearning to buy a decent Pill Furnace!

The broken furnace in the basement, which was a semi-Magical Artifact, only had a pitiful two Qi channels, unable to withstand even slightly intense firepower, which severely limited his ability to utilize the techniques in the Taihao Elixir Canon.

”Bailian Pavilion”, ”Divine Weapon Workshop”, ”Qianji Tower”... He looked at them one by one. Pill Furnaces were indeed the livelihood of a Cultivator, and the prices were ridiculously expensive.

Lin Jingyu shook his head and finally left the last shop with a pained expression.

Four hundred Spirit Stones couldn’t even buy a decent First-Tier Medium Grade Pill Furnace!

Let alone the First-Tier High Grade big guy he ideally wanted, one that could withstand his ”brute force” style of Alchemy.

He sighed helplessly: ”Forget it, I’ll come back to buy one after I’ve saved up more Spirit Stones in the future.”

Changing his mind, he planned to buy some items that he could use at the current stage.

As he strolled, a shop with an extremely small facade and a sign so dilapidated it was about to fall off caught his attention—”Sincere Talisman Shop”.

This name... exuded an unpretentious quality.

The shop was located in the inner circle, but the location was very secluded, and the decoration was extremely simple, completely out of place with the magnificent shops nearby.

Lin Jingyu was a bit interested, walked forward, lifted the greasy, indistinguishable-colored curtain, and walked in.

The shop was dimly lit and filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

On the shelves, there were sparse amounts of talisman paper and low-quality cinnabar, with a thick layer of dust accumulated.

Lin Jingyu shook his head and turned to leave.

”Don’t go! This is the best talisman shop in the entire market town, with all kinds of talismans available... Wuwuwu... Ruyan... Why, even though I’m so outstanding, did you still break up with me...”

A miserable wail, filled with a heavy sobbing tone, suddenly sounded from behind the counter, giving Lin Jingyu a fright.

Then, a dark shadow tumbled and crawled out, almost bumping into Lin Jingyu’s legs.

Looking closely, it was a man with hair as messy as a chicken coop, a face full of grime and stubble, and his whole body reeking of sourness and alcohol.

He was still clutching an empty wine bottle tightly in his hand, and the tears and grime on his face had mixed together, creating two comical white streaks.

Lin Jingyu originally wanted to leave; he didn’t have the time to argue with a drunkard.

But the words ”Ruyan” seemed to possess magic, hooking his gossiping Soul. He was a person who had a naturally weak resistance to melodramatic stories.

Perhaps the appearance of the intelligence panel had something to do with his gossiping Physique?

He stopped, and as if possessed, squatted down, posing as a sympathetic listener, and asked in a voice of worldly wisdom:

”Brother, I have alcohol, do you have a story? How about... tell me about it? Use your story to trade for alcohol?”

Trading stories for alcohol, this sounded like it would spark endless imagination.

The shopkeeper seemed to be bewildered by this strange proposal, staring at Lin Jingyu with drunken, hazy eyes. For a long while, a trace of deep pain and nostalgia actually flashed in his murky eyes.

”Ruyan... Ruyan...” He slumped on the ground, hugging the wine bottle, his voice hoarse, and began to narrate intermittently.

The bond of childhood sweethearts, the unreserved devotion, emptying his savings and even scamming friends and relatives to satisfy his sweetheart’s material desires, only to end up watching her hold another man’s arm and throw herself into someone else’s embrace...

Lin Jingyu squatted on the side, listening with great interest, shaking his head and clicking his tongue from time to time.

In summary, it was a miserable world where an ultimate simp gave everything and lost it all.

After listening, he felt refreshed; indeed, listening to other people’s tragic affairs was a good remedy for healing oneself.

He stood up with satisfaction and patted the dust off the corner of his clothes.

The shopkeeper was still sobbing, reaching out to him: ”The... story is finished... alcohol... where is my alcohol?”

Lin Jingyu looked down at him from a high position, an undisguised look of contempt on his face, and spat: ”Pah! You deserve to end up like this! Simp, simp, keep simping until the end, and you’ll end up with nothing! Wake up!”

After speaking, he turned around dashingly, lifted the curtain, and strode away, disappearing into the thickening night of the market town, hiding his merit and fame.

Leaving only the shopkeeper behind in the shop, who, after being stunned for a long while, erupted into an even more miserable wail and the sound of a wine bottle smashing against the doorframe.