Fellow Daoist, Let Me Copy Your Spiritual Root! - Chapter 001

Fellow Daoist, Let Me Copy Your Spiritual Root! 
Chapter 001

Translator : Moon Lee
Editor : Tea
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Under the pitch-black sky, two rows of eaves dripped with water. 

Su Jiu sat in a wooden wheelchair, gazing out through the lattice window frame. 

Amidst the howling wind, a massive blue-scaled giant bird, four to five meters long, soared across the sky. 

As its wings crashed against the window, four floating stones embedded in the lattice corners lit up, activating a defensive barrier. 

Bang! 

A giant tree snapped in half, the room trembled, and dust fell from above. 

The room remained intact, while the blue-scaled bird wobbled as it flew past. 

“……”

Su Jiu’s expression twitched. 

Obviously, she had transmigrated into another world. 

But what about the twelve packs of nutrient solutions that she had stockpiled before the volcanic eruption in her previous life? 

She hadn’t even tasted a single one, and she just died and transmigrated here? 

Pain instantly surged through her chest as she clutched at her chest in agony. 

In the apocalypse, she was infamous for fiercely protecting her food. She would even dare to bite the zombies that tried to steal from her! 

She shouldn’t have followed the example of hoarding supplies like the protagonist in the novels. Now that she was dead, all her hard-earned loot was benefiting someone else!  

Su Jiu remained expressionless as she looked at the giant bird flying past the eaves. 

And now, she has transmigrated into such a dangerous place again! 

“It’s okay, everyone can continue practicing now.” 

“Report any damaged buildings!” 

Messy footsteps came from outside the house. 

There were many people, but there was no sign of haste or panic. 

Su Jiu’s breathing became smoother. 

Looking at the wooden cabin where she woke up. 

This small house, which was only about ten square meters, and its window frames, beams, and wooden pillars were all strangely engraved with eerie ink carved patterns of men and women weaving silk, planting mulberry trees, and raising silkworms. 

Directly across from her, on the white-gray wall, there was a dark brown bamboo plaque inscribed with [Spirit Silkworm Pavilion – Mulberry Garden, First Floor].

Under the bamboo tray, there were also several lines of bright red characters, stained with ink.  

“The spiritual path knows no rank; even raising silkworms can lead to ascension!”

“The more effort you put in, the more the spirit silkworm will produce!”

“A single spirit silkworm is worth 10,000 spirit stones!” 

“100 spirit mulberry leaves for 100 spirit stones!” 

“Aim to be the Silkworm King! Earn mountains of gold every day, transcending tribulations and ascending to immortality, won’t only be a dream.”

The last line was written in fresh blood-red characters, “By the end of this month, the bottom 300 cultivators in the Mulberry Garden First Floor will be EXPELLED!!!”

Su Jiu : “……”

What kind of shady cultivation-world pyramid scheme did she stumble into?

She glanced around. In this cramped ten-square-meter room, a five-person jade bed was squeezed against the window.

A wooden sign was placed in the middle of the bed, engraved with the price: [150 spirit stones/night].

At the head of the bed, neatly stacked silk bedding emitted faint floating spirit patterns: [20 spirit stones/three-piece set].

In the corner of the shared bed, an old man sat quietly. A faint spiritual light flickered across his hands as he worked.

And soon, a palm-sized mulberry leaf, as green and translucent as jade, appeared in his palm. 

It looked as if it had been washed clean, crystal clear, flawless, and pristine. 

He paid no attention to the outside world, nor did he spare Su Jiu a single glance. 

His hands moved in a repetitive rhythm, washing leaf after leaf without pause. 

Beside his feet sat a jade basket labeled [Rental: 20 spirit stones/day], already filled with over twenty jade-like leaves.

And above him, as well as above the four other sleeping spaces on the platform, a sharp silver needle hung menacingly from the ceiling beam, engraved with the words [Anti-Sleep Cultivation Supervision Needle: 300 Spirit Stones/8 Hours].

Su Jiu: “……” 

What the heck.

Everything here required a fee.

She looked down in disbelief and tried to turn the wooden wheelchair. 

As expected, the wooden wheel hit a piece of purple gold wood with instructions for use written on it: [First-level spiritual chair – 50 spiritual stones, inserted into the rear groove, can be used for two hours]. 

Then she looked at the tables and chairs in the room, the windowsill at the door, and the spiritual tea, straw sandals, etc., all with price lists.

On the grey cloth door curtain hanging on the wooden house, there was also a price list that said [Unauthorized outings : 10 spirit stones per trip].

Su Jiu took a deep breath.

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