I Live Forever In The World of Cultivation World - Chapter 8: Spirit Techniques Pavilion

Meng Guan from the Spirit Herb Pavilion?

Hearing this, He Song’s mind immediately conjured up the image of that old man from the Spirit Herb Pavilion.

His former self had obtained the book Spirit Plant Cultivation Techniques thanks to Meng Guan.

It was also Meng Guan’s favor that allowed him to become a spirit planter.

Even though this was merely a trivial task for Meng Guan, a part of his official duties, a favor is a favor—it must be repaid.

Now that he had come to the Spirit Builder Pavilion, the moment Wei Fan mentioned Meng Guan, He Song began to wonder.

Could it be that these two had some kind of feud?

Countless thoughts flitted through his mind. After deliberating for a moment, He Song decided to stick to his usual approach—adapt by not changing.

Even if he ended up offending Wei Fan, what could Wei Fan, being part of the Spirit Builder Pavilion, possibly do to someone in the Spirit Herb Pavilion?

At worst, he’d just visit the Spirit Builder Pavilion less often in the future.

“Yes, I know him. It was Elder Meng who guided me to become a spirit planter. Without him, I might still just be a wandering cultivator.”

He Song replied without the slightest hesitation.

As he spoke, his eyes glimmered, already prepared to leave at a moment’s notice.

Inside Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market, even internal members of the market were forbidden from engaging in physical altercations.

If the Enforcement Squad were summoned, the consequences of starting a fight within the market would be unbearable for most.

Even if Wei Fan, standing before him, was an official of the Spirit Builder Pavilion, he likely wouldn’t escape punishment either.

“There’s no need to be so guarded, Daoist. The market is quite safe. Besides, Meng Guan and I are from the same sect. I just wanted to ask how he’s been lately,” Wei Fan said with a smile, his gaze toward He Song becoming friendlier.

Meng Guan’s role in the Spirit Herb Pavilion included recruiting new spirit planters, which Wei Fan naturally knew.

This meant that He Song, who had recently joined the Spirit Herb Pavilion, was undoubtedly brought in by Meng Guan.

Wei Fan’s earlier question was merely a test of He Song’s character—to see if he was someone worth associating with.

If He Song had instinctively tried to distance himself from Meng Guan, he wouldn’t have been met with this amicable demeanor.

However, the outcome had satisfied Wei Fan, who now looked upon He Song with newfound regard.

Seeing this, He Song felt a wave of relief wash over him.

Soon after, the two began chatting amicably.

Wei Fan, having gauged He Song’s character, was pleased, while He Song was happy to accept Wei Fan’s goodwill.

With both sides eager to foster a connection, their relationship quickly deepened.

By the time Wei Fan personally escorted He Song out of the Spirit Builder Pavilion, the two were addressing each other as brothers.

Leaving the Spirit Builder Pavilion, He Song’s gaze turned toward the Spirit Herb Pavilion.

The senior who had introduced him to the Spirit Herb Pavilion and helped him become a spirit planter—Meng Guan—would likely hear of Wei Fan’s favorable impression of him soon enough.

With this development, he now had the camaraderie of one mid-stage Qi Refinement cultivator and one late-stage Qi Refinement cultivator within Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market.

During their earlier conversation, He Song had learned that Wei Fan’s cultivation had reached the seventh level of Qi Refinement, surpassing Meng Guan’s sixth level.

Forming ties with Wei Fan and Meng Guan might not guarantee a meteoric rise in the future, but at least he wouldn’t be entirely without connections.

Once news arrives, it’ll reach me through Wei Fan and Meng Guan

Realizing this, He Song’s steps suddenly became much lighter.

Instead of heading home to cultivate, he followed his memory and soon arrived at the market stall area within the Immortal Market.

The last time he visited this area was when he went out to buy mortal rice for the first time.

Back then, He Song had been extremely cautious, purchasing 20 pounds of mortal rice and leaving quickly without even exploring the market stalls, afraid of being targeted.

But things are different now.

Clad in the attire of a spirit planter, He Song’s identity within Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market was no longer comparable to an ordinary wandering cultivator.

He no longer needed to worry about being watched just for buying a few items.

This time, He Song took his time wandering around the stalls, taking a good look at what was on offer.

“Low-grade Thick Earth Talismans, five spirit stones each. Only 13 left—first come, first served!”

“Spirit rice, homegrown! Ten pounds for one spirit stone!”

“Fasting Pills, two spirit stones a bottle!”

“Low-grade magical artifacts, clearance sale! Only 80 spirit stones!”

The shouts of vendors filled the air as He Song’s eyes scanned the various stalls in front of him.

One stall sold talismans, with tools like talisman brushes, talisman ink, and talisman paper scattered around—a hodgepodge of materials.

Another stall specialized in Fasting Pills, displaying a variety of bottles and jars. However, these pills weren’t of a high grade; no reputable alchemist would bother setting up a stall here.

Some stalls offered magical artifacts, though the battered appearance of these items made it clear how much wear and tear they had endured.

He Song even spotted the old man from whom he had purchased spirit rice last time.

At that moment, spirit rice was steadily flowing out of the old man’s sleeve, quickly filling a cloth bag.

‘A storage bag?’

Watching the rice pour out, a term flashed through He Song’s mind.

‘Who would’ve thought that an old man selling rice could actually carry a storage bag?’

After glancing at the old man a few more times, He Song finally looked away, a spark of confidence igniting in his heart regarding his own future as a spirit planter.

If even a rice seller could afford a storage bag, surely he could too someday!

Continuing forward, He Song found the number of stalls increasing, with the variety of goods growing more diverse.

Given his limited experience, many of the items were things he had never seen or even heard of before.

But He Song didn’t mind.

Cultivation was always harder for wandering cultivators. Compared to sect disciples or members of cultivation families, their knowledge was inevitably lacking.

Fortunately, the solution was simple.

Looking up, He Song’s gaze landed on a large plaque:

Spirit Techniques Pavilion.

This was his true destination in the market stall area.

During his earlier conversation with Wei Fan, the latter had advised him to visit the Spirit Techniques Pavilion to purchase some commonly used spells for cultivators.

The pavilion also contained many books on foundational cultivation knowledge, available for perusal.

While these books were chargeable for wandering cultivators, they were free for internal members of Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market.

Only spell purchases incurred regular fees.

For someone like He Song, who had just entered the cultivation world and become an internal member of the market, this place was a treasure trove.

Adjusting his spirit planter’s attire, He Song stepped forward and entered the Spirit Techniques Pavilion.

“Greetings, fellow Daoist. I am Ping’er. May I ask what kind of spell you’re looking for?”

As soon as He Song entered, a gentle female voice reached his ears.

Following the sound, He Song’s eyes lit up.

Before him stood a beautiful female cultivator, her radiant smile directed at him. It was clear the voice belonged to her.

Female cultivators were often quite attractive; after all, the process of cultivation refined one’s body, and most cultivators were handsome or beautiful.

He Song himself, with his now-polished appearance, could be considered striking and distinguished.

“I am He Song,” he replied politely. “Greetings, fellow Daoist. I was advised by a senior to select a few basic spells here.”