"Fellow Daoist, please stay!"

Li Shiming was walking slowly onto the official ship when he heard a voice behind him.

If this wasn't an official wharf surrounded by soldiers, he would have almost taken out a "white phosphorus bomb" from the engine room and fired it at the person behind him when he suddenly heard the sound.

Hearing these familiar words in the world of immortal cultivation made him feel extremely bad.

He turned his head and looked at the person who spoke.

The speaker was a round-faced man in his thirties wearing a green robe.

Li Shiming's eyes swept across the round-faced man's waist and he immediately understood why the other party called him fellow Taoist. A storage bag could be seen on his waist.

This round-faced man turned out to be a cultivator of immortality. In his imagination, a cultivator of immortality would not take an ordinary ship.

People who practice Taoism should be able to walk as fast as flying, not to mention flying in the sky. They will not be interested in slow official ships.

"What's the matter?" He did not call the other party "fellow Taoist". Siqin, Moyan and four guards were not far away, so calling him "fellow Taoist" was really strange.

"I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Fan Yiyang. I'm lucky to be on this ship with you, so I came here to say hello!" The round-faced man replied with a strange look in his eyes.

Fan Yiyang was of course puzzled, because Li Shiming was clearly wearing a low-grade defensive robe and a low-grade long sword on his waist. There was a faint bulge at the back of his waist, which should be a storage bag.

Doesn't dressing like this tell others that you are a monk?

Besides, there were still fluctuations of spiritual power on Li Shiming's body that were not concealed at all.

Fan Yiyang was puzzled as to why he seemed afraid that people would know his identity as a monk.

"Li Shiming meets Brother Fan. Since we are destined to meet, why not have a cup of tea together!" Seeing that the other party had a good attitude and they were going to be on the same boat together, Li Shiming told him his name.

This was the first time he had dealt with a cultivator after he had mastered Qi training, and he was very willing to communicate with Fan Yiyang.

"Haha, sorry to bother you!" Fan Yiyang had the same idea and responded with a smile.

The two men boarded the official ship and came to the third floor. Half of the third floor was Li Shiming's residence for the next ten days, and the other half was Fan Yiyang's residence.

From this we can see that Fan Yiyang's identity is extremely complicated.

The two sat down. Li Shiming did not ask Siqin and Moyan to serve him. He took out tea leaves from the storage bag and poured the rainwater from the 'Spring Breeze and Rain Art' that he had saved before into the kettle.

Fan Yiyang didn't say anything, just watched his actions, but the expression on his face showed that he was very happy.

Li Shiming placed a cup of tea in front of Fan Yiyang and made a gesture of invitation.

"This tea is considered the ultimate in the world!" Fan Yiyang took a sip and said with enjoyment.

During these days in the secular world, Fan Yiyang had already eaten up all the spiritual food in his storage bag, and now he has been using fasting pills to sustain himself.

The fasting pill can only fill the stomach, and it is still a little expensive for cultivators in the early stage of Qi training.

This tea is nothing in the world of immortals, not even close to spiritual tea. But in the secular world, it is rare to be able to taste tea with spiritual energy, and the water used to make the tea also has spiritual energy.

"Fellow Daoist Li, please forgive my recklessness, but I smell the scent of spiritual rice from you. I wonder if you could sell me some of your spiritual rice?" Fan Yiyang did not shy away from anything and directly expressed his thoughts.

Li Shiming was slightly startled when he heard his words. He sniffed his body and did not smell any special smell.

"I have practiced scent-related magic, and I am very sensitive to smells. Please rest assured, fellow Daoist, I will buy them according to the market price and will not let you suffer any loss!" Fan Yiyang looked at his expression and explained with a smile.

"I do have some spiritual rice, but how much do you want?" Li Shiming entered the computer room with his consciousness and prepared the 'white phosphorus bomb', ready to attack the opponent if anything went wrong. He asked without revealing any abnormality on the surface.

None of the immortal cultivators he had met before were easy to talk to. Almost all of them looked down on mortals. Even among immortal cultivators, they would kill each other when they met.

This made him extremely wary of the world of immortal cultivation.

"Do you have a hundred pounds in your hand, fellow Daoist?" Fan Yiyang's eyes lit up and he asked quickly.

The reason why he took the initiative to greet Li Shiming was that he knew that Li Shiming had the scent of spiritual rice on him.

He had no intention of robbing, which was related to his strength.

From the fluctuations of spiritual power emanating from Li Shiming, he could judge that Li Shiming's strength was at the second level of Qi Refining.

And he himself has the strength of the second level of Qi Refining. In addition, Li Shiming has defensive and offensive magic weapons on him, as well as Li Shiming's age, all of which show that Li Shiming has a background. He doesn't want to fight to his death for a little spiritual rice.

"Okay, but I also have a request. Fellow Daoist, please tell me about the world of immortal cultivation!" Li Shiming agreed after a little consideration and made an additional request.

"Haha, the journey is boring, so I accept it!" Fan Yiyang couldn't help but smile when he heard this condition.

Li Shiming mobilized his spiritual power into the storage bag, which only contained spiritual rice and a small amount of spiritual water and tea leaves.

He now no longer eats worldly things, only drinks spiritual water, and eats spiritual rice.

Although I have lost my appetite, compared with the pollution of my body, it is all worth it.

A bag of rice appeared on the table. Fortunately, there was no third person present here, otherwise the sudden appearance of the bag of rice would probably scare ordinary people.

Fan Yiyang didn't even need to check. He could tell that the rice was of good quality from the spiritual energy emanating from the rice bag.

"Friend Li, I won't be polite. I've been out for a while and have run out of food!" Fan Yiyang said with a smile as he put away the rice bag.

He waved his hand, and a hundred glowing stones appeared on the table. Then he took out a book and placed it on the table.

"I didn't expect that the quality of your spiritual rice is so good. I got a bargain at one spiritual stone per pound. I will give this book 'The Art of Concealing Breath' to you!" he said with a smile.

He gave the Breath-Concealing Technique, and it was certainly not a random choice.

Li Shiming's spiritual energy was unobstructed and it was obvious that he had never learned the art of concealing his breath.

The Breath-Concealing Technique is not considered an important spell in the world of immortal cultivation, and most monks in the sects can learn it.

Fan Yiyang did not get this book "The Art of Concealing Breath" from the sect, but found it by accident, and he used it to do a favor.

"You are so generous, fellow Daoist!" Li Shiming suppressed his accelerated heartbeat and praised with a smile.

He recognized that these one hundred glowing stones were the same as the stones on the spirit gathering plate that had drained out all their spiritual energy.

So this is the spirit stone. It seems that the world of immortal cultivation uses spirit stones as currency.

The Breath-Concealing Technique was an unexpected gain. No wonder he saw no spiritual energy fluctuation on Fan Yiyang's body. It turned out that he had practiced such a spell.