The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 443 - 261: Seeing the Micro and Knowing the Macro

For this grand ceremony, the Temple of Guangcheng originally arranged for him to stay with two sects on another mountain peak, but he declined and volunteered to move to this mountain peak inhabited by loose cultivators and demons.

Before meeting his inexpensive master, Gu Yuming had been doing business with his family elders for many years and had his own business strategies. After he began his cultivation journey, he buried his past beneath the surface. Now, he enthusiastically discussed with Ning Xiaoxian and suddenly found the girl before him even more amiable and pleasing to the eye, unable to stop talking. The cultivators behind him had never seen him talk so much and stared at him in surprise.

Ning Xiaoxian talked about her travels around the world and the inconvenience of managing her properties. Gu Yuming laughed and said: "What’s so difficult about that? I also wander around just like you, rarely staying in one place for more than ten days, yet my various banks, fabric shops, and businesses all operate smoothly."

The solution he provided was actually quite simple, which was to appoint someone to specifically manage his businesses. How this person later operated, how they communicated with and managed their subordinates, and the punishments involved were no longer concerns for Gu Yuming. It was somewhat similar to having a professional manager.

In fact, this is also a choice many cultivators make, as those who embark on the path of immortality are reluctant to be troubled by mundane matters, yet they still wish to enjoy the tributes from the mortal world.

Seeing her looking thoughtful and seemingly intrigued, Gu Yuming generously said, "I have quite a few talented people under me, Miss Ning, if you don’t mind, I can give you a few, along with a selection of house-born slaves. How about that?" Qi Zai, although having a rare fur color, had recognized early on that Ning Xiaoxian was riding a Chongming Bird. When he arrived at the back mountain pavilion today, he saw Li Jianming coming out with a joyful expression. Recognizing him as the Deputy Chief of Duobao Pavilion, he immediately realized the importance of the young lady and began to seek her acquaintance.

As for the stewards and slaves, his large family had many such talented individuals, and giving away dozens or even hundreds was not a problem. In these times, exchanging house-born slaves was the norm, and as long as it meant making connections with influential figures, no one would care about such a small sacrifice.

Ning Xiaoxian smiled faintly, shook her head, and said, "I appreciate your kindness, Gu Daoist. After hearing you, I do have a suitable candidate in mind, and I’ll try to bring him over. If it doesn’t work out, I can still ask for your help later." After all, she was essentially a modern person and not accustomed to treating people like commodities to be traded and given away.

And indeed, she had a suitable candidate in mind, Qi Qingquan, Fatty Qi!

Fatty Qi was wholeheartedly determined to cling to Immortal Ning’s coattails, even making a Blood Oath for loyalty, which should prove his reliability. He was good at judging situations and knowing when to advance or retreat, and his insights and abilities were decent. Additionally, Qi Family’s location in Wutuo City, which was exactly in the middle of her properties, and the fact that the City Lord Wu Huo had been benefited by her, would call for convenient favors towards Qi Family.

While she pondered, the flying carpet had already reached its destination. Amid the lush green forest, a deep and round giant pit suddenly appeared. The pit’s walls were steep and enclosed, resembling a deep natural well, but the mouth of this well was probably over two hundred zhang wide! The pit conveniently intercepted a small stream, causing the water to flow slowly down the rocky walls. Below, it was dark and bottomless, with only the midday sunlight revealing glistening waves, clearly indicating slowly flowing water beneath.

Tiancheng Palace called this place: Dragon Cistern, probably because of its resemblance to a large vat.

This was her first time seeing such a landscape, which is actually what Huaxia refers to as "Sky Pit." From the outside, although the rocky walls had tightly packed textures and the stream water was clear and straight, resembling a serene "mountain bird chirping brook," it was not particularly peculiar.

Where is the Ying River?

Seeing her mature look fade away, replaced by a curious expression, Gu Yuming finally remembered she was just a girl under twenty years old, and chuckled, steering the flying carpet slowly into the Dragon Cistern.

Such techniques of immortals are not possessed by mortals. The walls of the Sky Pit were wet, steep, and slippery, inaccessible to mortals, hence the beautiful scenery below was destined to be enjoyed only by cultivators.

After entering the cave with the flying carpet, they indeed heard the murmur of flowing water, indicating that the water in the bottom pond, despite being deep, was still flowing very slowly. Although it was pitch black all around, who were those on the carpet? They had night vision, just a minor skill, so no one made a sound. Despite the bright sunshine outside, everyone was slowly appreciating the tranquility in the darkness.