Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone

The auction ended, and Lu Xuanji acquired ten female cultivator furnaces, fully loaded and ready to return.

Divine thoughts flickered around, with some cultivators transmitting messages to inform others to ambush and snatch treasures halfway.

Lu Xuanji, however, remained calm as he entered a certain VIP booth.

An Biyu said with a complex expression, "Friend, you’re quite generous and wealthy!"

"Money is meant to be spent; would you expect me to be a miser?" Lu Xuanji said indifferently. "I want to use the teleportation array to leave."

"Certainly!" An Biyu said, "You have tracking marks left by some people on you. I’ll erase them for you now!"

With a wave of her hand, she wiped away various marks from him.

Lu Xuanji smiled slightly, "You’re very generous, friend!"

He had noticed those marks and was curious about An Biyu’s choice.

An Biyu’s choice satisfied him.

"We are merchants, not bandits. In the eyes of a merchant, maintaining customer interests ensures self-interest. If customers aren’t protected and get ambushed often, our business will decline too!" An Biyu laughed, "Welcome to come again, friend!"

Lu Xuanji said, "Certainly!"

An Biyu was silent for a moment, but then said, "Those female cultivators mostly have clans or sects that are destroyed, or they are born loose cultivators, captured and brought here. I hope you treat them well!"

"Of course, I am not one to be cruel!"

Lu Xuanji said.

An Biyu added, "Friend, this is the HeHuan Pearl, a treasure of the Joyful Union Demon Sect, considered a bonus for purchasing the furnaces. If you implant the HeHuan Pearl into the body of a furnace, you can control their life and death."

As she spoke, she handed over a box.

Lu Xuanji opened the box to find ten pink pearls inside.

He pinched one pink pearl and carefully observed its function, recalling certain rumors.

Rumor has it that the HeHuan Pearl is one of the precious treasures of the Joyful Union Demon Vein, extremely evil and vicious. If implanted into the Golden Core or Nascent Soul of a female cultivator, it could be used by and controlled by others, dictating their life and death. Unexpectedly, the Duobao Building had such treasures, eliminating customers’ worries.

Lu Xuanji said, "What are the drawbacks?"

An Biyu said, "The HeHuan Pearl can control up to Divinity Transformation practitioners, but once a cultivator steps into Refining Void, they can easily break its control."

"Thank you!"

Lu Xuanji said.

After saying this, under An Biyu’s guidance, Lu Xuanji entered a teleportation array.

As the array was activated, Lu Xuanji vanished.

...

With a change in the void, when he reappeared, Lu Xuanji was already hundreds of thousands of miles away.

He was in the wilderness.

With a flicker of his form, Lu Xuanji disappeared and left.

As for those covetously eyeing him and wanting to ambush him halfway, they wouldn’t even encounter a hair of his.

The previous teleportation array was a top-level facility of the Duobao Building, with a long transmission range and the ability to obscure celestial secrets and calculations. It also opened multiple transmission directions amid teleportation, creating falsehoods and illusions, making target locking difficult. This increased the challenge of ambushes.

Next, he was safe.

After traveling for ten days, Lu Xuanji gradually approached Chu Country.

Suddenly, he remembered something and took out a palace, a Fourth-Grade Spiritual Treasure, as a bonus for purchasing the furnaces.

With a flick of his steps, Lu Xuanji entered it.

Inside the palace, white jade walls surrounded decorated images and reliefs of beautiful women, with pink curtains draped everywhere. In the center was a luxurious large bed, so vast that more than thirty people could engage together without feeling crowded.

The service of the Duobao Building was overly thorough.

Lu Xuanji watched the scene, his mind in turmoil.

At that moment, nine women lay on the bed, all drugged and in a stupor.

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t a stupor but a state between sleep and wakefulness.

On the surface, they seemed unconscious, unable to move hands or lift feet; yet they were keenly aware of their surroundings, could hear the conversations around them, and smell various scents.

With a wave of his hand, Lu Xuanji threw elixirs into their mouths, and moments later, the nine female cultivators gradually awoke.

Stretching their bodies, the female cultivators found themselves soft and powerless, defenseless.

Their expressions changed, faces showing signs of fear.

At that moment, even death seemed a luxury.

Many times, life was worse than death.

"This fellow daoist... no, master. I am willing to serve you with my entire being, just spare my life!" At this moment, the female cultivator, Ninth-Layer Nascent Soul, spoke, bowing on the bed, her body swayed slightly, adopting a submissive posture.

Lu Xuanji said with slight surprise, "Fellow daoist, you are at the Ninth-Layer Nascent Soul, a level higher than me. To submit to me like this, where is the dignity of a strong person?"

The female cultivator replied, "But what can dissatisfaction do? Under someone else’s roof, one must bow. Refusal leads to more miserable death. If I submit here, I can become the prince’s concubine, favored; refusal means my Essence, Qi, and Spirit will be drained, resulting in immediate demise!"

"I, too, am considered outstanding among the heavenly talents, bitterly cultivating for three thousand years, transcending calamities once, reaching the Ninth-Layer Nascent Soul, how could I easily fall here... I am unwilling."

All those words about preferring death to submission, about the dignity of the strong, are mere illusions for the younger generation, true powerhouses don’t believe in them at all.

Only those loose cultivators, especially those at the bottom, are mostly desperadoes, prone to life-and-death battles, never cherishing their own lives.

High-level cultivators have a single goal: immortality.