Seeking Immortality In The World Of Cultivation

19 Chapter 19: Red Spirit Gold Mine
Translator: 549690339
I used to have no opportunity.

There was no way to show He Song my strength at the Qi-refining late stage.

But now it seems, perhaps my chance is right in front of me.

Thinking of how he hadn’t put his skills to the test since breaking through to the Qi-refining late stage, Wei Fan suddenly felt a bit eager.

Practitioners at the Qi-refining late stage are quite rare at the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion.

Even as a seventh-tier Qi Refining cultivator, he still belongs to the small handful of people at the top of the pyramid.

On ordinary days, people would show respect to him.

As a result, he hadn’t fought once since he broke through to the Qi-refining late stage.

But now things are different.

Seeing He Song’s state, it seemed that he might have a chance to show his skills.

Under the eager gaze of the two.

The expression on He Song’s face gradually became somber.

“It’s nothing, just that I spent a hundred spirit stones to buy an Introduction to the Hundred Skills of Cultivation, and I feel a bit melancholic about it.”

“Sigh, that was all my savings; I don’t know when I’ll truly get started with it.” With a still somber expression, He Song took the cup of tea Meng Guan handed him and drank it down.

Immediately after, the somberness on his face vanished.action

“Good tea.”

He Song didn’t know that Wei Fan was getting eager to stand up for him.

Everything he said and did was just a premeditated excuse.

Even if Wei Fan and the others were not teasing him as they did earlier, he would still act the same way.

First, he mentioned that he had bought an Introduction to the Hundred Skills of Cultivation.

But he didn’t say which type it was.

Then he said that the hundred spirit stones were all his wealth.

Now that he had spent all his money, he didn’t have to worry about being targeted by others.

Thus, achieving the best of both worlds.

It let people know that he had purchased an Introduction to the Hundred Skills of Cultivation, so he wouldn’t stand out too much when he showed off his other skills in the future.

And at the same time, it signaled that he was now dirt poor, having spent all his savings on the Introduction to the Hundred Skills of Cultivation. This way, no one would covet the meager spirit stones he had.

Based on He Song’s understanding of Wei Fan and the others over these five years, telling them was the same as telling the whole Immortal Pavilion.

Not for any other reason, only because these two are the kind of people who have many friends.

Meng Guan, as the manager of the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion, is in charge of recruiting spiritual plant farmers and distributing spirit seeds. He has met countless cultivators, most of whom are spiritual plant farmers.

As for Wei Fan…

Wei Fan, being the Steward of the Spirit Construction Pavilion, deals with almost all the internal personnel of the Immortal Pavilion, and he also loves making friends.

As a result, Wei Fan’s connections in the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion are incredibly strong.

With these two people, once they learned about his situation, he feared his status as a pauper would soon spread throughout the Immortal Pavilion.

Of course…

Although Wei Fan and the others have many friends, their true inner circle consists of only three people: He Song, Meng Guan, and Wei Fan.

The rest of the people are just connections and haven’t joined their small group.

Therefore, He Song only needed to use them to spread his news, and it would be a simple matter.

“Alright alright, I thought the girls at Phoenix Perching Pavilion were already fast at changing faces, but I didn’t expect you to be even faster. I, Meng Guan, am convinced.” The meaning in He Song’s words could not be concealed from these two seasoned Martial World members.

As a result, as soon as He Song’s words fell, Meng Guan began teasing him with winks and nudges.

“I’m convinced too. I thought there was a fight coming, but it turned out to be just a matter of words. You’re really not playing fair, kid.” Wei Fan also realized what was going on at this point, and his eagerness to stand up for He Song was suppressed.

They both understood the meaning between He Song’s words.

They could even summarize it in two phrases:

He bought an Introduction to the Hundred Skills of Cultivation.

He has no spirit stones left.

Beyond that, the expressions and face-changing speed were secondary.

“Alright, we know about this. Don’t worry, no one will dare to come after you. And even if they do, I’ll chop off their dog’s paws.”

In the end, Wei Fan waved his hand and completely dispelled He Song’s worries.

The words of a Qi-refining late stage practitioner still carried weight within the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion.

What He Song needed to guard against were merely Qi Refining Early Stage practitioners or, at most, those at the Qi-refining mid stage.

With a Qi-refining late stage practitioner like Wei Fan supporting him, He Song’s safety naturally increased significantly.

For that, He Song thanked him with a bow.

You had to make use of your connections when needed.

Otherwise, if someone really targeted him later, that would be a real problem.

Since he had backup, letting some information slip out could help avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Cautiousness, that was the principle He Song had always followed.

He had an infinite lifespan, and he, of course, didn’t want his safety to be threatened in any way.

By doing so, he could keep himself inconspicuous while scaring off any outsiders who might cause trouble, killing two birds with one stone.

Having found He Song had no other issues, the conversation among the three quickly returned to normal.

He Song personally brewed tea.

Meanwhile, Wei Fan’s voice rang in his ears.

“You know about the mine that appeared near the Immortal Pavilion and how the Foundation Establishment clans were fighting over it, right?” As soon as he spoke, Wei Fan’s words aroused He Song and Meng Guan’s curiosity.

“Yes, I know. Didn’t the Thick Earth Sect take over the mine later? Is there any follow-up?” Meng Guan asked curiously.

He Song also looked over, wanting to hear what had happened next.

“Of course there’s a follow-up. After the Thick Earth Sect took over the mine, they found that the mine was of great value – a small Red Spirit Gold Mine.” Wei Fan paused halfway through his sentence and noticed that the two before him were puzzled. He then added another sentence.

“Red Spirit Gold can be used to refine Artifacts. A small Red Spirit Gold Mine, if converted into spirit stones, would be worth at least tens of thousands of spirit stones, or even more than a hundred thousand spirit stones.”

Upon hearing this…

The two who were initially puzzled were suddenly taken aback.

Meng Guan’s whiskers had grown a bit longer, but he didn’t notice.

He just kept muttering the words “tens of thousands of spirit stones” under his breath.

The greedy look in his eyes for spirit stones was almost overflowing.

He had been stuck at the sixth-tier Qi Refining stage for a long time, and the Breakthrough Elixir needed to advance from the Qi-refining mid stage to the late stage was extremely expensive. With his current savings, he feared that it would still take a long time to afford one.

Usually, when spending spirit stones, he wished he could split a single spirit stone in half and spend that.

Now, there was a mine worth at least tens of thousands of spirit stones nearby.

At this point, it was hard not to be greedy.

Fortunately, he still had some sense, knowing that this was not something a Qi-refining mid stage practitioner like him could touch.

So he just muttered about it, but didn’t take any action.

He Song’s hand, which was pouring the tea, couldn’t help shaking either.

Tens of thousands of spirit stones at the very least!

He had been in this world for more than five years, and the most spirit stones he had at any time was just over a hundred.

How many years would it take him to get that many spirit stones by farming?

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