The Quest for Immortality

The person in charge of hiring on the ship was a steward, with two small mustaches, eyes shrewdly sizing up Mo Hua:

”You... want to be a guard?”

Mo Hua nodded.

The steward asked again, ”Are you a Body Cultivator or a Spiritual Cultivator?”

Mo Hua replied, ”Spiritual Cultivator.”

The steward said directly, ”Spiritual Cultivator not needed.”

Mo Hua was slightly taken aback, ”Why?”

The steward explained, ”Hiring a Body Cultivator means he’s tough and strong, can fight on the front lines, endure hardships. Thick blood qi means that even if they suffer serious injuries, they won’t die easily. Light injuries heal quickly, and fewer spirit stones are required for compensation.”

”As for Spiritual Cultivators... When injured badly, they die quickly, they don’t dare to charge ahead, hide in the back with a spell prepared half a day, and can’t even hit anything...”

”Hiring a waste...”

The steward’s face was full of disdain, clearly frustrated.

Mo Hua: ”...”

He could only say politely, ”My spells are very strong.”

The steward replied, ”Every Spiritual Cultivator tells me that.”

Mo Hua said, ”I cast spells very quickly.”

The steward said, ”Well, they also said their spells cast quickly.”

Mo Hua: ”My movement technique is also excellent, not easy to die.”

The steward nodded, ”Last month, a Spiritual Cultivator eaten by sand monsters also told me his movement technique was good...”

Mo Hua was speechless.

These half-baked Spiritual Cultivators lowered the overall reputation of ”Spiritual Cultivators”, causing him, a ”master”, to suffer from poor reputation.

Mo Hua sighed and had to say, ”I... have very strong cultivation.”

The steward asked, ”How strong?”

Mo Hua whispered, ”I’m in the Foundation Establishment Late Stage.”

The steward pointed at his own face, his eyes shining oily:

”Look at me...”

Mo Hua looked at him.

The steward then said, ”Do I look like a fool? Look at yourself, how old are you? At most twenty or thirty years of cultivation age, Foundation Establishment Late Stage? Why don’t you ascend to heaven? If you’re truly Foundation Establishment Late Stage, I’d take my head off and let you play soccer with it...”

Moreover, Foundation Establishment Late Stage means higher status, requiring more spirit stones. With those spirit stones, it is better to hire more Foundation Building Middle Stage body cultivators.

The steward waved his hand, ”Next...”

Mo Hua, helpless, could only say, ”My strength is really strong. Why don’t you find someone to spar with me?”

The steward also said, ”Sir, I’m not making things difficult for you, the reality is, Spiritual Cultivators just don’t work. The boss also said, in the guard business, it’s best not to hire Spiritual Cultivators if possible. Those are the rules.”

”Hiring a Body Cultivator, if something happens, I won’t be blamed. A Body Cultivator at least has sheer brute strength. But if I hired a Spiritual Cultivator and you did nothing except get eaten by monster beasts, the boss would have me fired.”

”Furthermore...”

The steward’s shrewd gaze swept over Mo Hua:

”I’ve met countless people, and looking at you, you seem ordinary, nothing exceptional. Your spiritual power is shallow; I guess even among Spiritual Cultivators, you’re at the bottom. Forget it, don’t make it difficult for me...”

The steward waved his hand at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was helpless. If he hadn’t seen this person was just a regular cultivator, he would have planted a devil in the Taoist heart, changing this person’s understanding of Tao cultivation.

But there was no way; this person was just an ordinary man. Though stereotypical and snobbish, he hadn’t done anything truly bad.

Mo Hua wasn’t keen to make things hard for him.

After leaving the ship, Mo Hua went to several other family-run shipping businesses doing desert ship ferrying.

Without exception, all were rejected.

Young age, unknown background, no local connections—getting a job is extremely difficult.

Besides, the Tao cultivation ”specialization” was mismatched—a fragile ”Spiritual Cultivator,” naturally facing closed doors everywhere.

Even Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivation wasn’t good enough.

Foundation Establishment Late Stage means high realm, implying high hiring price—the local shipping businesses were naturally more cautious.

Not even lowering his asking price worked.

A Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator, not daring to ask for a price—isn’t that guilty, knowing that your strength isn’t up to par?

Or, being a Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator and offering low-priced ”guard” service—isn’t that up to something suspicious, harboring ulterior motives?

Mo Hua previously didn’t know that it was so hard for an ordinary Spiritual Cultivator to find a job and make a living.

If Spiritual Cultivation doesn’t work, then being a Formation Master should be right.

Mo Hua tried another shipping business, saying he was only a Second-grade Junior Formation Master wanting to find a job on a ship headed to Great Desert City.

The steward of the shipping business listened, and the wrinkles on his face smiled like a chrysanthemum, nodding and bowing to Mo Hua with utmost respect.

But as for the job on the ship, the steward still only brushed off, not daring to agree.

Mo Hua sought some indirect information and came to know.

Here at Dafeng Crossing, nearly all businesses are ”monopolized,” and the formations on the sand ships can only be drawn by Formation Masters supported by local families.

They don’t need the formations to be outstanding but need absolute confidentiality, absolute safety, absolutely controlled by themselves.

External Formation Masters, no matter how high their standards are, they’re treated like a Great Buddha, won’t actually be allowed to touch the sand ship’s core formation.

”Monopoly” is more important than anything.

Previously, if Mo Hua revealed his ”Second Grade Array Master” status seeking a ride, these shipping businesses—if just to earn favor—wouldn’t refuse.

But now, with the flames of war spreading, the situation is chaotic.

Shipping is very dangerous, and routes have tightened.

Local shipping companies seek not to achieve, but not to fail, aiming not to offend but not to placate so as not to misjudge the person and invite trouble.

With that, Mo Hua could only say goodbye.

Finding a boat guide, crossing the sand sea to Great Desert City proved even trickier than he imagined.

He lingered at Dafeng Crossing for two more days, finding that everywhere, only Body Cultivators were hired; there was no room for Spiritual Cultivators to make a living.

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