Seeking Immortality In The World Of Cultivation

This content is taken from 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝗯𝐧𝗼𝘃𝐞𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝐦

Opening his eyes.

He Song's gaze immediately locked onto the paper crane in front of him.

Although the paper crane was made of paper, it contained spirit power, appearing unremarkable, but there was something extraordinary about it.

The paper crane originated from one of the three basic skills, the Sound Transmission Skill.

Of course, true sound transmission was somewhat unrealistic, but by folding a piece of paper with written words into a paper crane and infusing it with spirit power, attaching the person's aura and having the paper crane swiftly reach the person's side.

The paper crane created by the Sound Transmission Skill was extremely fast and intercepting it was as difficult as reaching the sky.

Moreover, since the paper crane was made of paper with written words on it, once it arrived, the content of the letter would naturally arrive as well.

Thus, it was regarded to have long-distance communication ability.

Reaching out to take the paper crane, He Song's fingertips emitted a trace of spirit power.

And just after sensing He Song's fingertip's spirit power, the paper crane that initially seemed alive suddenly transformed into an ordinary paper crane, no longer possessing its extreme speed and agility.

The next moment, a piece of paper with some writing appeared in He Song's hand.

"Mr. He, I, Meng Guan, do not know when I will return from this trip, and the outcome is uncertain. Although I originally intended for you to take over my position, the Upper Leader did not agree. Helplessly, I could only suggest another Qi-refining fourth-tier cultivator whom I am acquainted with."

"However, rest assured, that cultivator is named Zhao Lin, and he has a good relationship with me. Before leaving, I instructed him to take care of you. His personality is similar to yours, both being cautious; I believe you won't have too much difficulty in getting along."

"In addition, Zhao Lin is proficient in Amulet Tao. If you need anything, feel free to seek him out."

"Meng Guan."

Gazing over the lines of writing on the paper in his hand, He Song remained silent.

Meng Guan had left.

After handing over his duties and packing up his belongings, he left Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion overnight.

As to why he was in such a hurry to leave. 𝑓𝓇ℯℯ𝓌ℯ𝑏𝑛𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

To the point of not even allowing He Song and Wei Fan to host a farewell banquet for him.

The reason was something He Song could only guess.

Firstly, the earlier he left for the Red Spirit Gold Mine, the sooner he could begin earning spirit stones.

Secondly, farewells were always sentimental, so rather than making all three of them uncomfortable, it was better to leave without saying goodbye and spare some parting sorrow.

Thirdly...

Setting down the letter in his hand, He Song thought for a moment and decided not to discard it in the end.

Folding the paper and putting it away, He Song placed the letter in his meditation room.

Carrying it on his person was too prone to damage, and He Song didn't possess any storage bags. Naturally, he could only store it in his meditation room for the time being and transfer it somewhere else later.

With these thoughts in mind, He Song looked out of the window.

At this time, the sky was bright, but the sun had not fully risen yet.

Threads of early morning mist enveloped the surroundings, obstructing the view.

However, voices were already coming from outside, and the cultivators of the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion would soon begin their new day.

Getting up.

Cooking.

After finishing his meal, He Song first went to the Stall Section to pick out some amulet ink, then carried the ink to the residence of the person named Zhao Lin mentioned in Meng Guan's letter. f reewe bnovel

Naturally, He Song didn't want to give up on the connections Meng Guan had left for him.

As a spiritual plant farmer, he was afraid that he would have to spend quite some time under the person named Zhao Lin from now on.

In this way, visiting him right after Meng Guan had just left and the awe of his presence still lingered, it was unlikely the other party wouldn't give face.

After all, Meng Guan had given his position to Zhao Lin and explicitly entrusted him to take care of He Song.

If Zhao Lin ignored this, his character would be immediately questioned by others.

Before leaving, Meng Guan had a cultivation of sixth-tier Qi Refining.

As for Zhao Lin now, his cultivation was of fourth-tier Qi Refining.

Although they were both in the Qi-refining mid-stage, one had just stepped in, and the other had been cultivating for many years; they couldn't be compared.

Furthermore, with his character being questioned, it was likely that Zhao Lin's position wouldn't be too comfortable.

Thus, the chances of Zhao Lin giving He Song a hard time were slim, and he might even take more care of him because of Meng Guan's relationship.

While He Song walked, various thoughts flashed in his mind, but his pace was not slow. Soon, he arrived at Zhao Lin's residence.

Just like He Song.

Zhao Lin also lived in the rented houses of the Immortal Pavilion.

Zhao Lin's home wasn't far from He Song's.

It was only a few minutes away.

Standing in front of Zhao Lin's door, He Song gently knocked.]

Knock, knock, knock~

With the sound of the knocks, a strange noise suddenly came from the quiet room.

However, after a while, a cautious voice came out.

"Who is it?" Inside the room, Zhao Lin held several Thick Earth Amulets with an uncertain expression on his face.

Last night.

An old friend who had been fairly good to him suddenly left and also left the position in Spiritual Medicine Pavilion to him.

This made him, who had been just a small spiritual plant farmer, feel like he had ascended to the heavens all at once, obtaining the role of managing the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion.

It should be known that although spiritual plant farmers were internal staff of the Immortal Pavilion, they had no power and were merely farming all year round.

However, the position of Spiritual Medicine Pavilion manager was entirely different.

Meng Guan, as the manager, had the authority to include spiritual plant farmers and distribute spirit seeds.

Who could be the spiritual plant farmers.

Who could obtain better spirit seeds.

All these matters were entirely up to Meng Guan's decision.

Now that Meng Guan had yielded his position to Zhao Lin, these responsibilities naturally fell onto him.

Although the monthly salary of the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion manager wasn't high, if one accounted for the gray income, the income was much more than what he made farming all year.

However, wherever there were people, there was the Martial World.

The position of Spiritual Medicine Pavilion manager with its considerable income was also eyed by many people.

Now that Zhao Lin had suddenly risen to power, who knew what those people were thinking.

And his cultivation level had only just broken through to the fourth-tier of Qi Refining, which didn't possess the true battle prowess of the Qi-refining mid-stage.

Therefore, when someone suddenly came knocking on the door, Zhao Lin's first thought was to take out his Thick Earth Amulet for self-preservation from his body.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao Lin, I am He Song. Lao Meng should have mentioned me to you last night. I am here today to pay you a visit and hope you will be willing to see me."

Outside the door, He Song, holding the amulet ink, spoke loudly.

In his hands, the amulet ink naturally served as the initial gift to be given to Zhao Lin on their first meeting.

He felt relatively at ease with the connections left by Meng Guan.

On the way, He Song had already prepared for a long-term interaction with Zhao Lin.

For a moment, there was silence in the room.

He Song sensed a wisp of gaze sweeping over him from a hidden place.

After that, the door of the room finally opened.

"So it's Fellow Daoist He. Brother Meng did indeed instruct me last night. Please come in quickly." Zhao Lin had a trace of embarrassment on his face as he swiftly invited He Song in while speaking.

Closing the door.

Entering the room.

Within the room.

He Song and Zhao Lin sat down, one on each side of the messy desk.

A cup of hot tea was soon brought over by Zhao Lin and placed next to He Song.

"Fellow Daoist He, rest assured that since you are Brother Meng's good friend, you are naturally my good friend as well. If you have any concerns in the future, feel free to bring them up to me anytime." Though it was their first meeting, Zhao Lin seemed quite enthusiastic at the moment.

It seemed that his good relationship with Meng Guan was not false.