This House Was No Longer Safe

Could a Rogue Cultivator capable of breaking through to the Qi Refining Middle Stage really do such a thing?

With a Rogue Cultivator's temperament, the moment he refused, wouldn't Chen Zhou have already begun threatening him?

Or perhaps, the moment he refused, Chen Zhou would have coldly tossed out a remark before turning and leaving?

Imagining how a Rogue Cultivator would react in that situation.

He Song frowned.

Chen Zhou's expression and movements from that day quickly flashed through his mind, and He Song raised a brow.

He truly could not be sure whether Chen Zhou had been acting at the time.

Having lived in an era of information explosion in his previous life, He Song knew very well that some people were born masters of acting.

Such people did not usually act according to what they truly thought.

Instead, they mostly performed. Before others, they were meek and submissive, yet in the shadows, they acted with utter coldness.

If the Chen Zhou he had encountered really was such a person, then perhaps Chen Zhou was already thinking of how to kill him.

In other words—

He Song was now in a very dangerous situation!

So what if he was friends with someone who managed the Spirit Medicine Pavilion?

After dying, he would still just be a corpse.

Given Chen Zhou's Rogue Cultivator background, secretly killing someone was surely nothing unfamiliar to him.

The high death rate among Rogue Cultivators was not merely because their livelihoods were dangerous.

More often, it was because Rogue Cultivators killed one another.

Killing people.

For Rogue Cultivators, it carried no burden whatsoever.

What was more, He Song had already clearly offended Chen Zhou.

If it were He Song, when someone had thoroughly offended him, he too would choose to strike first and gain the upper hand.

As this thought flashed through his mind, He Song felt his scalp go numb, while a chill suddenly surged up his back.

The sense that something was wrong grew stronger and stronger, but He Song's expression did not change.

Still, after thinking it over, he hurriedly stopped cultivating.

He rose to his feet and pinched a Thick Earth Talisman between his fingers to ensure his safety.

Only then did he open the door.

And walk outside.

This house was no longer safe!

He could follow the route Chen Zhou had taken to find him.

Could Chen Zhou have been hiding in the shadows and watching him all along, then followed his route and discovered where he lived?

Faced with a Rogue Cultivator who lived by licking blood from the blade's edge, an Immortal Market cultivator like He Song would likely find it difficult to defend himself.

With that thought in mind, He Song's steps grew faster and faster.

Once outside, standing amid the bustling street crowded with passersby, He Song finally calmed down slightly.

However, the Thick Earth Talisman pinched between his fingers did not relax in the slightest. It remained ready to activate at any moment.

Walking down the street.

Without even thinking, He Song headed toward Wei Fan's home.

He was not all alone.

After painstakingly establishing himself in Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market for so many years, He Song had connections and backing within Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market.

Now that he had encountered a crisis.

And temporarily lacked the ability to resolve it himself.

Naturally, he had to seek out his backing.

He Song was not one of those people who would rather suffer than lose face.

Having backing yet refusing to use it, insisting on handling everything himself.

That was far too dangerous. One careless move, and the whole game could be lost.

He was different from others. If other people died, then so be it—eighteen years later, they would be heroes again.

He Song was an Immortal. If he truly died, he feared he would regret it until his guts turned green.

Therefore, in He Song's dictionary—

If he could avoid offending someone, it was best not to offend them. But if he truly did offend them, then he had to kill with a single strike.

If he could avoid acting personally, it was best not to do so. But if he had to act personally, then he would grind his opponent's bones to dust and ashes, leaving them no chance to rise again.

If he could cut the grass and pull out the roots, then he absolutely had to cut the grass and pull out the roots.

In short, he could not leave himself with any future trouble.

His life was precious, after all.

Very soon.

He Song arrived at Wei Fan's home.

Wei Fan was resting today and was not on duty at Lingjian Pavilion.

Seeing He Song arrive, Wei Fan was overjoyed. He personally welcomed He Song into the courtyard and brought him up to the small pavilion where they had often drunk tea together in the past.

The two sat facing each other in the pavilion, and Wei Fan spoke at the right moment.

"Fellow Daoist, you haven't come by in quite some time. Living alone in this courtyard is unbearably dull." Handing He Song a cup of tea, Wei Fan shook his head as he spoke.

Ever since He Song had moved out three years ago, Wei Fan had returned to his former dull life.

Without He Song living here, he still missed those days from time to time.

Though the outside world had been a little dangerous back then.

He Song had lived with him, and they had gotten along well. In their free time, he could even drink heartily with a friend.

Unfortunately, after He Song moved away three years ago, he had never again felt as he did then.

Now that He Song had come to visit, Wei Fan naturally had to grumble a little.

"Brother Wei, I came today to ask you to save my life." Taking the tea Wei Fan offered and drinking a sip, a trace of helplessness flashed through He Song's eyes.

For the past three years, whenever they gathered each month, Wei Fan would invite him again to come live here.

Yet He Song had never accepted even once.

Now, forced to come knocking once more, he had not expected Wei Fan's opening words to still be the same.

It made him feel somewhat embarrassed to refuse.

But he truly had important business today. He should first explain his situation clearly to Wei Fan, see whether Wei Fan had any solution, and then make further plans.

"Oh? Save your life? You are always so cautious and never make enemies. Could it be that some cultivator is trying to bully you?"

Hearing He Song's words, Wei Fan was greatly startled. Spiritual light immediately flashed in his eyes, but after looking He Song over for quite some time, he found that He Song was neither missing an arm nor a leg.

Seeing this, he could not help but turn a questioning gaze toward He Song.

At the same time, a flicker of anger rose within Wei Fan's heart.

He Song was his friend.

Moreover, He Song was habitually cautious and had never taken the initiative to offend others.

If He Song were being bullied in the Immortal Market, where would that leave the face of a Qi Refining Late Stage cultivator like himself?

For a moment, hot blood surged in Wei Fan's chest.

Could it be that today, this Qi Refining Late Stage cultivator—who had never made a move since breaking through to the Qi Refining Late Stage—would truly have to act?

With his emotions roiling, the spiritual pressure unique to the Qi Refining Late Stage around him also fluctuated slightly.

This was the fluctuation produced when violent emotional changes affected the spiritual power within his body.

The slight fluctuation in a Qi Refining Late Stage cultivator's spiritual pressure was not an unbearable burden for He Song, a Qi Refining Middle Stage cultivator.

On the contrary, He Song merely felt as though a gentle breeze had brushed over his face, while warmth welled up in his heart.

"Not exactly. I bear some fault in this matter as well, but the die has already been cast. I can only seek your help now." After weighing his words, He Song quickly told Wei Fan everything that had happened to him.

Beginning with his breakthrough to the Qi Refining Middle Stage.

Then how he had gone to the Spirit Medicine Pavilion to seek Zhao Lin, and Zhao Lin had casually assigned him two mu of Spirit Fields.

As well as how he encountered Chen Zhou at the Spirit Fields, where Chen Zhou wanted to exchange ten Spirit Stones for them.

Then how he had entrusted Zhao Lin to investigate Chen Zhou's background, and Zhao Lin had truthfully told him before writing his speculation on a paper crane.

Finally, worried about Chen Zhou's identity as a Rogue Cultivator, He Song had no choice but to come to Wei Fan and seek help.

After recounting everything, He Song picked up his teacup and took a sip to moisten his throat.