Seeking Immortality In The World Of Cultivation

Chapter 202 - 202: 202: Master Cang Song

He Song was in mid-air, on the White Jade Boat.

He carefully manipulated his divine sense, constantly probing the cultivation situation and conversations of the cultivators below.

By chance, he discovered the high -ranking members of the Immortal Pavilion who seemed to be controlled by someone, just like puppets, in a small courtyard.

At the same time, he happened to hear an old voice.

It was only when he saw the high-ranking members of the Immortal Pavilion coming out of the courtyard one after another, seemingly preparing to greet him, that he realized something was wrong.

He suddenly reacted.

It seems that the original Master Guardian of this Immortal Pavilion might still be controlling these puppets from afar.

However, it is unknown.

Whether this person had left with the main force of the Seven Star Sect.

Or if he is still lurking around the Herbs Immortal Workshop.

If it was the former, he wouldn’t have to worry about cleaning up these puppets.

But if it was the latter.

He Song glanced at Ping’er inconspicuously.

He himself and Pinger.

Two Early Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

Even if faced with a Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Demon Cultivator, they should have the power to fight.

Even if they couldn’t beat him, they could still run away.

After running away, they would directly send a message to Master Qing Yue, asking her to come and help.

He Song did not believe that the three Foundation Establishment Masters, with Master Qing Yue already at Mid-stage Foundation Establishment, couldn’t take down a mere Foundation Establishment Realm Demon Cultivator.

Although he didn’t know which stage this Demon Cultivator was at.

At most, he would be at the Mid-stage Foundation Establishment.

Those at the Late Foundation Establishment Stage basically resided in

Immortal City and would hardly be guardians in the Immortal Pavilion.

Those who could be guardians in the Immortal Pavilion were basically cultivators at the Early Foundation Establishment stage.

Even if there were occasionally Mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators guarding the Immortal Pavilion, it was probably because they had just broken through to the Mid-stage Foundation Establishment.

Once they consolidated their Mid-stage Foundation Establishment strength, they would soon be transferred to guard the Immortal City.

Immortal City was the stronghold for sects or aristocratic families to control the surrounding areas.

Immortal Pavilion was just a branch they extended.

Naturally, the need for Foundation Establishment Realm strength in Immortal City would be greater.

According to He Song’s thoughts, neither he nor Ping’er, two Early Foundation Establishment cultivators, would not be able to run even if this Demon Cultivator was at the Mid-stage Foundation Establishment.

If they couldn’t win, they would run; if they ran away, they would seek external

help.

He really didn’t believe that, within the influence of the Thick Earth Sect, he, an elder of the Thick Earth Sect, wouldn’t be able to deal with a Foundation Establishment Realm Demon Cultivator.

These thoughts flashed through his mind, and after ensuring that he had no threat to his life, He Song finally relaxed and prepared to face the group of puppets controlled by this Demon Cultivator.

He was quite envious of this ability to refine people into puppets.

If he could get his hands on it… he might be able to use this skill to do something in the future.

He thought about what he could do in the future with this skill, which could turn people into puppets.

He Song’s figure quickly landed in the central residence of the Herbs Immortal Workshop.

As soon as he landed.

He immediately heard a roar in his ear.

I am Cheng Yan, Steward of Spiritual Medicine Pavilion, greeting Master. With

Master’s arrival, the Herbs Immortal Workshop will flourish!” “I am Fang Yu, Steward of the Spirit Construction Pavilion, greeting Master.” “I am Wang Ya, Steward of the Spirit Skill Pavilion, greeting Master.”

“I am…”

With the sound of voices, a large group of people in front of He Song bent their waists and saluted He Song and his companions.

From their words, He Song couldn’t detect anything wrong.

They seemed just like normal cultivators.

However, He Song immediately locked onto an old cultivator among them.

Steward of the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion.

Cheng Yan.

His voice was extremely similar to the old one He Song had eavesdropped on in that small courtyard earlier.

It seemed that it was this person who had ordered the puppets to greet him in the small courtyard.

If He Song hadn’t realized early that almost all of them were puppets, he might have been fooled by them.

However, Ping’er and Chu Shuangshuang, who were standing beside him, did not know any of this.

Seeing that a group of people suddenly greeted them with shouts after they landed, Ping’er and Chu Shuangshuang’s expressions changed slightly. However, as neither of them was the main focus, they didn’t say anything.

They just looked at He Song.

They wanted to see how He Song would deal with this situation.

From the side.

He Song didn’t directly reveal what he had overheard earlier.

He also didn’t deal a deadly blow to the people in front of him.

He just scanned the crowd.

After realizing that the puppets in the crowd looked no different from ordinary people, except for their eyes that weren’t as lively as other cultivators, He Song became more interested in the_DEV_ method of turning cultivators into puppets.

These puppets.

If he didn’t already know their identities, it would be hard to notice for a while.

Such lifelike puppets might make his security even stronger in the future.

He might actually be able to use this diabolism technique.

With his gaze sweeping past.

He Song memorized the appearance of the non-puppets in the crowd.

Then, he nodded at them.

“No need for more formalities. Who among you is in charge? Step forward and speak.”

As He Song’s words fell.

The crowd immediately stood up straight.

An aged figure walked out of the crowd and shakily approached He Song.

Under the watchful gazes of He Song and the others,

The old figure bowed respectfully to He Song.

Then he spoke.

The hoarse, aged voice reached them.

“Greetings, Master, I am the steward of the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion, Cheng Yan. I am unaware of where you have come from or what your purpose is here in the Herbs Immortal Workshop.”

Cheng Yan appeared bent over, his white hair fluttering in the wind, and his frail figure resembled that of an ordinary old man in the mortal world, seemingly able to be knocked down by a gust of wind.

In the Cultivation World, the appearance of a cultivator’s body – whether young or old – could be controlled at will.

Take Meng Guan in the past, for example.

At that time, Meng Guan had given up hope on reaching Foundation Establishment and thus transformed his appearance into that of an old man.

It wasn’t until he successfully achieved Foundation Establishment that he resumed a youthful appearance.

However, Cheng Yan’s current appearance seemed rather ridiculous in He Song’s view.

“I am an elder of the Thick Earth Sect, Master Cang Song. I was sent by Sect

Leader Master Fa Xuan to take charge of Herbs Immortal Workshop.”

“You may call me Master Cang Song.”

He Song casually informed Cheng Yan of his dharma title, which he had thought of beforehand.

The dharma title “Master Cang Song” was carefully chosen by He Song after much consideration. As for its meaning –

“Cang” refers to the sky, while “Song” is He Song’s name.

Joined together, it symbolizes “I am the sky.”

Of course, to others, the dharma title “Master Cang Song” may simply seem to imply He Song’s wish to grow as steadfast and unyielding as a pine tree in his journey along the Immortal Path.

However, they would never know what He Song truly thought while he came up with this dharma title.

As an everlasting being,

He Song comparing himself to the sky was, in fact, elevating its significance.

With He Song’s status as an everlasting being, even if the heavens and earth were to be destroyed, he would remain unscathed and undamaged.

Could the sky even compare?

Nevertheless, He Song knew that such thoughts must never be shared with others.

This was a secret that belonged solely to him.

Regardless of who it was, this secret had to remain buried in his heart forever,

never to be revealed.

When others asked about the meaning of his dharma title,

he would simply say that it was merely a desire to grow as steadfast and unyielding as a pine tree on the Immortal Path, making continuous progress.

As for its other meaning, He Song would never disclose it.

Such a dharma title, depicted him as the sky.

With such irreverence for the heavens in his heart, other cultivators would consider his behavior to be reckless and courting death.

If it were to provoke the wrath of the heavens, even ten He Songs would not be enough to withstand the punishment.

However, as long as He Song kept silent, no harm could come to him.

Evil thoughts alone aren’t evil.

It is only when they are translated into actions that one becomes truly evil.

After all, everyone has fleeting fantasies from time to time.

As long as these fantasies aren’t turned into action, they cannot be called evil.

As long as He Song kept quiet, even the sky itself wouldn’t be able to detect the true meaning behind his dharma title.

“I am the steward of the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion, Cheng Yan. I greet Master

Cang Song.”

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yan immediately bowed and saluted He Song.

Behind him, the crowd that had straightened their backs also respectfully bowed to He Song.

Prior to this, they had been uncertain of He Song’s identity.

So, they had not yet referred to themselves as subordinates.

Now that He Song had made his identity clear, they naturally acknowledged themselves as subordinates.

Since He Song claimed to be in charge of the Herbs Immortal Workshop, from now on, he would be like the heavens itself within this small place. As for them, they would be He Song’s subordinates from now on.

Why not submit now if not later?

“All of you, rise. Cheng Yan, come with me. Tell me about the affairs of the Herbs Immortal Workshop.”

Without paying much heed to the high-ranking members of the Workshop bowing before him, He Song spoke casually before leading Ping’er and Chu Shuangshuang into the residence behind him.

In the center of every Immortal Pavilion, where the spirit Qi is most concentrated, there is always a grand residence.

This residence is naturally the dwelling place of the Foundation Establishment master in charge of the Immortal Pavilion.

Here, one can enjoy the most abundant spirit Qi, the best location, and even the most comfortable living environment.

Now that He Song had arrived,

this residence at the center of the Herbs Immortal Workshop would naturally be his home.

As the residence’s main door opened,

He Song, along with Ping’er, Chu Shuangshuang, and the trailing Cheng Yan, entered.

The door closed, separating the inside from the outside, creating two distinct worlds.

At this moment, when the interior and exterior were isolated, and the surroundings were quiet,

He Song walked over to Cheng Yan with a warm smile and gentle eyes.

He casually patted Cheng Yan’s hunched figure in a friendly gesture, then spoke up again.

“Cheng Yan, from now on, I will leave the trivial matters outside the workshop to you. What do you think…”

“Soul Searching Skill!”