Seeking Immortality In The World Of Cultivation

Is this really something a wandering cultivator who broke through to the Qi-Refining mid stage could do?

If it were in a wandering cultivator’s nature, they might have started threatening me even before I could refuse their offer, right?

Or perhaps, right when I refuse the offer, they would just coldly throw a remark and then leave?

Imagining the wandering cultivator’s reaction in that scenario.

He Song frowned.

Recalling the demeanor and actions of Chen Zhou, He Song’s eyebrows twitched.

He couldn’t be sure whether Chen Zhou was acting then or not.

Having lived in the era of information explosion, He Song was well aware that some people are naturally gifted actors.

Such people do not act according to their hearts but are more about putting on a facade. They are usually submissive in public, while utterly ruthless in private.bender

If the Chen Zhou he encountered was like this, then perhaps the other party was already plotting how to get rid of him in their heart.

In other words.

He Song’s situation is very dangerous!

How about being a good friend of the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion’s manager?

After dying, won’t he still be a corpse anyways?

Considering Chen Zhou’s origin as a wandering cultivator, he must be no stranger to killing secretly.

High mortality among wandering cultivators isn’t solely because their livelihoods are dangerous.

More so, it is due to the killings between wandering cultivators themselves.

Killing others.

For wandering cultivators, there is not much burden.

Furthermore, He Song had already offended Chen Zhou explicitly.

If He Song were in the other person’s position, he’d also choose to strike first when someone has thoroughly offended him.

With these thoughts in mind, He Song felt goosebumps on his scalp and a sudden cold shiver on his back.

As the ominous feeling in his heart grew stronger, He Song maintained his composure.

But he decided it was best to suspend his cultivation for now.

He got up, his fingers gripping a Thick Earth Amulet to ensure his safety at the moment.

Only then did he open the door.

He walked towards the outside.

This place is not safe anymore!

He could track Chen Zhou by following the route he took when he left.

Would he be hiding in the shadows, observing him and then following him to find out where he lives?

Facing a wandering cultivator who survives by licking blood off the knife’s blade, He Song, who is a cultivator from an Immortal Pavilion, might not be able to withstand them.

With these thoughts, the pace of He Song’s footsteps quickened.

Upon reaching the busy street outside, He Song’s mood finally calmed down a bit.

However, he did not relax his grip on the Thick Earth Amulet, keeping it ready to be activated at any moment.

Walking down the street.

Without hesitation, He Song headed towards Wei Fan’s house.

He was not alone.

Having painstakingly operated in the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion for so many years, He Song had backers and connections within the Immortal Pavilion.

In the face of danger at this moment.

Since he had no ability to resolve it at the moment.

He had no choice but to seek the help of his backers.

He Song was not one of those who stubbornly insists on sticking to his principles and suffers as a result.

Not seeking help from his backers when he had them, and instead insisting on solving it alone.

That was too dangerous, and a single slip might lead to a total loss.

He was different from others; others may die and be good as new after eighteen years, but He Song was an everlasting being. If he were to die, he might end up regretting it with all his heart.

So in He Song’s mind.

The best way was to not offend anyone if possible, but if one had to, one must kill them in a single strike.

If he had no choice but to take matters into his own hands, he’d reduce his enemies to ashes, not giving them a chance to rise again.

If he could eliminate all future problems, then he must do so.

In short, he could not leave any future troubles for himself.

For his life was precious.

Quickly,

He Song arrived at Wei Fan’s house.

Wei Fan had a day off today and was not on duty at the Spirit Construction Pavilion.

Seeing He Song, Wei Fan was overjoyed and personally invited him in.

Together, they went to the pavilion where they used to drink tea together.

As the two sat facing each other in the pavilion, Wei Fan started the conversation.

“Friend, it’s been a long time since you’ve come here. I’m quite bored living in this courtyard alone.” Wei Fan handed a cup of tea to He Song and shook his head.

Ever since He Song moved away from here three years ago, he had been living a dull life again.

He still missed the times when He Song was around.

Although the outside world was more dangerous back then,

He had He Song to live with, and they got along well. Moreover, they were able to enjoy drinks during their leisure time.

Unfortunately, not long after He Song moved away three years ago, Wei Fan lost that feeling.

Today, with He Song visiting, he naturally had to reminisce a bit.

“Wei, I came here today to ask for your help to save my life.” He Song accepted the tea and took a sip, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Every time they met during their monthly gatherings over the past three years, Wei Fan would invite him to live here again.

But He Song had never agreed.

Now, he had to visit again, and Wei Fan still brought it up. It made him feel a little embarrassed to refuse.

However, he had important matters to discuss today, so he thought it would be best to first explain the situation to Wei Fan, see if he could help, and make decisions accordingly.

“Oh? Save your life? You’re so cautious and never malicious towards others. Are there actually cultivators trying to bully you?”

Hearing He Song’s words, Wei Fan was shocked. A glint appeared in his eyes, but after looking for a while, he couldn’t see any signs of He Song having limbs missing.

Seeing this, he couldn’t help but direct his questioning gaze at He Song.

At the same time, a touch of anger surfaced in Wei Fan’s heart.

He Song was his good friend.

Furthermore, He Song was usually cautious and never deliberately offended anyone.

If He Song was bullied within the Immortal Pavilion, where would Wei Fan, a Qi-Refining late-stage cultivator, place his face?

For a moment, Wei Fan’s blood began to boil.

Could it be that today, he, a Qi-Refining late-stage cultivator who had never fought before, would have to take action?

As his emotions surged, the spiritual pressure unique to the Qi-refining late stage fluctuated slightly.

This fluctuation was caused by the intense emotional turbulence affecting the spirit power within his body.

A slight fluctuation in the spiritual pressure of Qi-Refining late stage was not unbearable for He Song, who was at the Qi-Refining mid stage.

On the contrary, He Song seemed to feel a gentle breeze and warmth in his heart at this moment.

“Well, it’s not exactly that. This matter is actually partly my fault, but since things have already gotten out of hand, I can only seek your help now.” He Song carefully weighed his words and quickly explained the events he had encountered to Wei Fan.

Starting from when he broke through to the Qi-refining mid stage.

Then, going to the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion to find Zhao Lin, who casually drew two acres of spirit field for him.

Later, meeting Chen Zhou at the spirit field, who offered to exchange with ten spirit stones.

Subsequently, entrusting Zhao Lin to investigate Chen Zhou’s background and receiving the truth along with his specula tion in a paper crane.

In the end, due to concerns about Chen Zhou’s identity as a wandering cultivator, He Song had no choice but to come here to seek help from Wei Fan. After explaining everything, He Song took a sip of his tea to moisten his

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