I Live Forever In The World of Cultivation World - Chapter 13: Long Awaited

A thought flashed through his mind.

He Song lowered his gaze to the teacup before him, his expression unreadable.

It seemed…

The other party wasn’t truly cautious but had sensed his presence, which was why they hadn’t dared to make a move until now.

Perhaps they were worried about becoming the mantis stalking the cicada, only to be caught by the oriole lurking behind. Or maybe they feared that Lin Cong wasn’t actually dead.

But now, it seemed that there was a high probability the other party would act today.

He Song didn’t touch the teacup, remaining perfectly still as he focused on the faint footsteps from the neighboring house.

Soft footsteps circled around the building before stopping at the window of the adjacent room.

After a brief pause, there was a faint click sound. He Song immediately realized that the window to Lin Cong’s house had been opened.

The window opened, and the person who had been scouting the place for the past half month quickly climbed into the house.

The window was shut again.

Then, silence fell over the surroundings.

He Song remained calm, sitting with his teacup, listening intently.

He was waiting.

Waiting for the intruder to leave after securing their loot, or for Lin Cong to take action and eliminate them.

No matter how events unfolded, it wouldn’t make much of a difference to He Song. He wouldn’t be overly concerned either way.

Meanwhile, in the neighboring house, a thin man dressed in a long robe carefully shut the window behind him, muffling most of the outside noise.

His eyes scanned the surroundings, and soon, he crept toward the only private room inside.

The houses rented out by Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market typically had two sections: an outer room with windows, used for entertaining guests and daily activities, and a private chamber made of soundproof wood, designed for cultivation or practicing spells without disturbances.

Every house followed this design.

The man moved deftly and quietly, carrying a finely crafted steel dagger as he approached the private chamber.

“Half a month… If this guy is dead, his corpse should still be in the private chamber and shouldn’t smell yet. But that brat next door has been staying in his room every day. Wasted half a month of my time. If I get the chance later…”

As he neared the private chamber, a ruthless gleam flickered in his eyes.

But then he shook his head.

“Forget it. That kid is an internal member of the Immortal Market. If I kill him, I won’t be able to stay here anymore. At least he’s not home today. I’ll just take this guy’s belongings for myself!”

As these thoughts crossed his mind, a greedy glint appeared in his eyes as he gazed at the private chamber.

The belongings of a cultivator at the third level of Qi Refinement…

There had to be at least a few dozen spirit stones, right?

He was well aware that Lin Cong’s robust physique wasn’t something an ordinary cultivator would have.

The private chamber was difficult to open from the outside, but it was no match for a cultivator.

If unbothered, a cultivator could easily breach a private chamber, though the noise might alert nearby residents.

That was precisely why the man had waited for He Song to leave before making his move.

Creak… creak…

The agonizing sound of the door being forced open echoed through the air as the private chamber’s entrance slowly gave way.

However, just as the private chamber was exposed to the man’s eyes, terror surged through his heart.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” Lin Cong sneered, his voice icy.

Before the man could react, Lin Cong’s large, fan-like hand clamped down on his neck.

With a flick of his other hand, a blade of light streaked through the air, severing the man’s arms and legs in an instant.

Then, under Lin Cong’s control, a magic sword hovered menacingly before the man’s terrified eyes.

The searing pain coursing through his body, the suffocating grip around his throat, and the sudden horror of being reduced to a limbless stump left the man utterly petrified.

He had come to claim treasures, but now his wide-open eyes were filled with regret and fear.

He wanted to scream.

But the pressure on his throat left him utterly voiceless.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but he found himself unable to speak.

All he could do was desperately use his eyes to plead with Lin Cong for his life.

At this moment, the bloodstains on Lin Cong’s body had dried. Though the dent in his chest hadn’t fully healed, it was clearly in much better shape than before.

Not only was Lin Cong still alive, but his injuries had also recovered significantly.

With the strength of his third level of Qi Refinement Realm cultivation and his body as robust as a tiger or wolf, he had subdued the man before him in an instant.

“If you’d dared to come the day after I returned, you might’ve had a chance to catch me off guard,” Lin Cong said coldly, glaring at the man now reduced to a human stump. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

The hand gripping the man’s neck tightened.

“Remember this in your next life: Some things are better left untouched. If you touch them, do so with decisive force!”

As his life slipped away, the man heard these words echoing in his ears.

Inwardly, he cursed He Song.

If he hadn’t been wary of He Song playing the role of the oriole behind the mantis, he wouldn’t have waited until today to act.

Had he acted the day after learning about Lin Cong’s severe injuries, he might have succeeded.

What he hadn’t anticipated was that He Song had been cultivating spells and hadn’t left his room for half a month.

But this world doesn’t deal in “what-ifs.”

The curses in his heart would never reach He Song.

Neither would Lin Cong, standing before him, ever know what he was thinking in his final moments.

Unbeknownst to himself, He Song had indirectly caused the man’s death.

He didn’t know what transpired after the man entered Lin Cong’s house.

However, when half a day passed and the sky grew dark without any sign of the man emerging, He Song had his answer.

The man had most likely died in Lin Cong’s house.

Lin Cong, it seemed, wasn’t dead after all. He must have been inside recovering from his injuries.

As for why there had been no sound for half a month, it was probably because he’d been consuming fasting pills and meditating to heal. Such activities required little movement and would naturally produce no noise.

These speculations passed through He Song’s mind, and his tense expression quickly relaxed.

Whether Lin Cong was dead or alive had little to do with him.

If Lin Cong were dead, it wouldn’t affect He Song.

If he were alive, He Song wouldn’t gain anything from it either.

The two had only met twice and exchanged greetings no more than that.

Their relationship was as light as water, and He Song wasn’t one to dwell on such matters.

After tidying up his tea set, He Song resumed his meditation and cultivation.

Time flies, like an arrow loosed from its bow.

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.

By now, it had been a month and a half since He Song became a spirit plant farmer.

The Spirit Rice he had been growing on his five acres of farmland had already been harvested and replanted.

This was a technique recorded in the Spirit Plant Cultivation Techniques Book. It was said to effectively increase the yield of Spirit Rice. The process bore a striking resemblance to transplanting rice seedlings, something He Song had experienced in his previous life.

On this particular day, as usual, He Song finished his breakfast in the morning and spent half an hour casting the Rain Spirit Technique over his farmlands.

But just as he finished casting the spell, leaving his body drained of spiritual energy and ready to return home to recover, an unexpected figure intercepted him.

“Daoist He, I mentioned before that I’d pay you a visit. Unfortunately, my injuries prevented me from coming sooner. But now that I’ve fully recovered, I thought I’d finally stop by.”

Standing at the entrance to He Song’s home, Lin Cong, fully healed, clasped his hands and greeted him.