Eternal Life: I Can Sell Everything

Song Ciwan sculpted a new face for herself. This time, the young woman she transformed into had a bright and beautiful countenance—

She now had long brows and phoenix eyes that sparkled with every glance, pearly teeth and ruby lips, a face full of life and spirit. This new look even bore a thirty-percent resemblance to her true appearance.

The reason Song Ciwan had abandoned her usual plain, unremarkable disguises this time was mainly because she had the Big White Goose with her.

With the Big White Goose in tow, it was impossible to maintain a low profile, so there was little point in trying to look plain.

The goose was conspicuous, even iconic. Could Song Ciwan really keep it in her Spirit Beast Bag forever and never let it out?

Besides, Song Ciwan couldn’t spend her entire life relying on disguises. She had to set aside some time to be herself.

Of course, this only applied to ordinary traveling.

If she needed to stir up trouble, she would adopt whatever new identity and persona the situation required.

At times like that, being herself wasn’t a priority. ’I don’t specialize in ramming my head into walls, so why be stubborn? What’s the point?’

With the Big White Goose at her side, she ambled northward, crossing a mountain and then a river. She couldn’t distinguish the exact regional boundaries, only that she was still in Cangling County. The mountains and rivers all retained a southern style.

Song Ciwan gazed at the world’s scenery with wonder and anticipation. After walking for some time, she saw the sun climbing higher in the sky. There were no cities ahead, but the silhouette of a village was beginning to appear.

From the end of a wide cart path, the rumbling sound of mule-drawn wagons gradually drifted over.

Someone was joyfully cracking a whip and calling out, singing in a drawn-out tune, "Long are the autumn days, the little bells are singing a song! I’m driving my wagon, bringing the troupe along, back to the village for a grand old show! Come on, folks and neighbors, come and see! Come gather ’round..."

The song was intriguing. Song Ciwan turned to look and saw a grand procession of several mule-drawn wagons approaching from behind.

People in all sorts of gaudy outfits were sitting haphazardly on the wagons. Some wore multicolored clothes, their heads adorned with a messy assortment of feathers. Others wore black tunics with white trim, their faces painted white with a big red nose like a drunkard’s. And there were still others...

In short, the costumes were a bizarre collection, yet they shared a peculiar stylistic unity that was very eye-catching.

Seeing this strange performance troupe, Song Ciwan couldn’t help but pause for a moment.

The driver, dressed in a short coat and a small cap, cracked his whip as his wagon passed Song Ciwan. Turning his head, he called out a friendly greeting, "Hey there, Miss! Where are you coming from? Are you heading to our Yueya Village?"

Before Song Ciwan could reply, the Big White Goose at her side lifted its head, puffed out its chest, and let out a loud, forceful honk, "HONK! HONK!"

The driver let out a hearty laugh. "Well now, that’s a fine-looking goose you’ve got there! Miss, are you taking him to visit relatives?"

Only then did Song Ciwan reply, "To be honest, Brother, I’m a Cultivator. I’ve come down from the mountain on orders to travel the mortal realm. And you, Brother... are you returning to your hometown to put on a performance?"

Since the driver looked to be in his thirties, with a dark, simple face and the typical air of a farmer, Song Ciwan addressed him as "Brother."

She was upfront about being a Cultivator. After all, wouldn’t it be odd for a young woman to be traveling about with only a goose for company if she wasn’t one?

The common folk of this world were long accustomed to the existence of Cultivators. Hearing her explanation, the driver became even more enthusiastic. "Yes! My little girl is celebrating her hundredth day tomorrow! You see, around here, it’s considered a great blessing if a child celebrating their hundredth day can have a performance troupe entertain them!

He then addressed Song Ciwan as "Little Fairy," saying, "Little Fairy, my family is holding a banquet tomorrow. Since you’re traveling the mortal realm, would you like to stop by and have a look? Maybe join us for the feast?"

Song Ciwan knew that in some places, an infant’s hundred-day celebration was called "reaching a hundred years."

But holding a performance banquet for it was far less common.

Ever since awakening her Innate Wisdom and beginning her Cultivation, Song Ciwan had mostly lived in cities.

While she had spent some time traveling a long road over mountains and through valleys with the Situong Escort Agency, the agency always prioritized safety. Their routes avoided forests and they never lingered in villages. They preferred to make camp in open fields and take turns on watch rather than risk entering a village and interacting with the locals.

As a result, Song Ciwan truly had no idea what the countryside of the Great Zhou was really like.

Since her goal was to see the world and cultivate amidst the mortal realm, Song Ciwan politely accepted the driver’s invitation. At the same time, she asked for his name, the name of the area, and about the situation in his village—in short, she launched into a series of questions.

Song Ciwan then learned that they were already at the border of Cangling County and Fengling County.

The village ahead was called Gu Family Village. Most of the families there had the surname Gu, hence the name.

The driver’s name was Gu Dazong. He had recently had a daughter and was overjoyed.

When he heard that a new performance troupe had arrived in the nearby Liuli Town, he had delightedly hitched his mule wagon and rushed to the town to hire them for his village.

Gu Dazong said excitedly, "For a hundred-day feast, the more people, the more auspicious it is! Little Fairy, you’re a Cultivator. If you can come to my little girl’s celebration, her fortune will be even greater!"

Song Ciwan replied, "Your daughter is deeply loved by her family, which means she was born into a fortunate home. She is a fortunate person, and fortunate people naturally attract good luck."

Gu Dazong beamed at her words, chuckling happily. As Song Ciwan continued to chat with him, he answered all her questions freely, holding nothing back.

Because Song Ciwan had praised his little girl as a fortunate person, a burst of his emotions was instantly harvested by the Heaven and Earth Scale: [Human desires. The joy, delight, and anticipation of a Mortal Martial Artist at the Refining Tendons Stage. Value: nine taels and eight maces. Sellable.]

That was right. Although Gu Dazong was a simple villager, he was also a practitioner of Martial Arts.

Gu Dazong explained this himself. "All the able-bodied men in our village practice Martial Arts. If we didn’t, we couldn’t defend the village. With so many of us training, the nearby villages wouldn’t dare to bully us."

The Big White Goose seemed to be in hearty agreement with Gu Dazong’s words.

Before Song Ciwan could say a thing, the Big White Goose began flapping its wings and squawking loudly.

It craned its neck and let out a chaotic string of calls, "HONK HONK HONK! SQUAWK SQUAWK SQUAWK! GACK GACK GACK!"

Gu Dazong was delighted. "Look at that! The big fella understands what people say. He really is a fine goose!"

The Big White Goose grew even more smug. It flapped its wings, strutted about, and honked loudly from up ahead, "HONK HONK HONK! GOOSE GOOSE GOOSE!"

Song Ciwan let the Big White Goose and Gu Dazong continue their nonsensical conversation, her own gaze falling upon the mule wagons further back in the procession.

The wagons were crammed with the strangely dressed members of the performance troupe.

But they were not the focus. What drew her eye was a leather pouch on the third wagon, surrounded by several people. The pouch was open, and from within, a very strange fluctuation emanated.

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