Spirit Skill Pavilion

Meng Guan from the Spirit Medicine Pavilion?

At Wei Fan's words, the image of that old man from the Spirit Medicine Pavilion immediately flashed through He Song's mind.

It was Meng Guan who had given the previous owner of this body the book Spirit Plant Cultivation Techniques.

He Song had also become a Spirit Plant Farmer thanks to Meng Guan's favor.

Even if, to Meng Guan, it had merely been a minor matter within his duties, a favor was still a favor, and it had to be repaid.

Now that he had come to Lingjian Pavilion, Wei Fan had brought up Meng Guan the moment he opened his mouth.

Could it be that the two had a grudge?

Thought after thought flashed through his mind. After considering it, He Song ultimately decided to remain unchanged in the face of countless changes.

Even if he offended Wei Fan before him, Wei Fan worked at Lingjian Pavilion. How could he possibly interfere with someone like him, who was at the Spirit Medicine Pavilion?

At worst, he would simply visit Lingjian Pavilion less often in the future.

"I know him. This junior was able to become a Spirit Plant Farmer only because Elder Meng paved the way for me. Otherwise, I fear this junior would still be nothing more than a Rogue Cultivator."

Without concealing anything, He Song answered.

As he spoke, his eyes flickered, and he had already prepared himself to leave at any moment.

Within Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market, even internal personnel of the Immortal Market were forbidden from fighting.

Once the Enforcement Squad was drawn here, the charge of making a move within the Immortal Market was not something everyone could bear.

Even if Wei Fan before him was a deacon of Lingjian Pavilion, he likely would not escape punishment.

"Fellow Daoist need not be so wary. The Immortal Market is very safe, and Meng Guan and I are fellow disciples. I merely wished to ask how he has been doing." Wei Fan smiled, and the look he gave He Song grew even more friendly.

One of Meng Guan's duties at the Spirit Medicine Pavilion was to recruit new Spirit Plant Farmers. Wei Fan naturally knew this.

In that case, He Song, this Spirit Plant Farmer who had just joined the Spirit Medicine Pavilion, must have been recommended by Meng Guan.

His earlier question had only been meant to see what kind of character He Song had and whether he was worth befriending.

If He Song had instinctively distanced himself from Meng Guan just now, then the friendly face awaiting him would not have been the one he saw now.

But the outcome had greatly satisfied Wei Fan, so he naturally viewed He Song in a different light.

Seeing this, He Song immediately let out a breath of relief.

Soon after, the two began chatting back and forth.

Through his earlier probing, Wei Fan had learned what kind of person He Song was.

And He Song was more than happy to accept Wei Fan's goodwill.

Since both sides intended to befriend the other, their relationship rapidly grew closer.

By the time Wei Fan personally escorted He Song out of Lingjian Pavilion, the two had already begun addressing each other as brothers.

Leaving Lingjian Pavilion,

He Song looked in the direction of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion.

Meng Guan, the man who had recommended him into the Spirit Medicine Pavilion and helped him become a Spirit Plant Farmer, should soon learn through Wei Fan that He Song had earned his esteem, right?

That way,

he would have gained the friendship of one Qi Refining Middle Stage cultivator and one Qi Refining Late Stage cultivator here in Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market.

During their earlier conversation, He Song had learned that Wei Fan's cultivation had reached Qi Refining stage 7, stronger than Meng Guan at Qi Refining stage 6.

With Wei Fan and Meng Guan as friends, he might not soar to greatness in the future, but at least he would no longer be entirely without backing.

If any news arose, he could also learn of it in advance through Wei Fan and Meng Guan.

Thinking of this, He Song's footsteps became noticeably lighter.

Rather than returning home to cultivate,

He Song followed his memories and soon arrived at the Stall Area within the Immortal Market.

The last time he had come to the Stall Area was when he had gone out for the first time to buy Mortal Rice.

Back then, He Song had been cautious and vigilant. After buying twenty jin of Mortal Rice, he had hurriedly left without even the thought of taking a stroll through the Stall Area, terrified that someone might set their sights on him.

But things were different now.

Dressed in the robes of a Spirit Plant Farmer, He Song held a status within Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market that ordinary Rogue Cultivators could not compare to.

Naturally, he no longer had to worry that buying a few things would draw unwanted attention.

This time, having come to the Stall Area, He Song took a proper look around.

"Low-grade Thick Earth Talismans, five Spirit Stones each. Thirteen remaining. Once they're gone, they're gone."

"Spirit Rice, homegrown Spirit Rice. One Spirit Stone for ten jin."

"Fasting Pills, two Spirit Stones per bottle."

"Low-grade magic artifacts, sold at a loss! Only eighty Spirit Stones!"

"..."

As the cries of vendors rang in his ears, He Song's gaze swept across the stalls before him.

Some sold Spirit Talismans, with talisman brushes, talisman ink, talisman paper, and other talisman-making materials laid out on their stalls, making for a cluttered and varied display.

Some sold Fasting Pills, their stalls covered in jars and bottles. Yet what they contained were mostly unranked pills like Fasting Pills. Genuine alchemists would not come to the Stall Area to set up stalls.

There were also those selling magic artifacts, but judging by the dents and pits covering them, He Song could imagine how much punishment those artifacts had endured.

He Song also spotted the old man from whom he had bought Spirit Rice last time.

At that moment, Spirit Rice continuously poured from the old man's sleeve, quickly filling a cloth sack.

"Storage Pouch?"

Seeing the Spirit Rice pouring from the old man's sleeve, a term immediately flashed through He Song's mind.

"I never expected that an old man selling rice would carry a Storage Pouch with him."

Only after taking a few more looks did He Song withdraw his gaze. At the same time, he gained a little confidence in the future of being a Spirit Plant Farmer.

Even an old man selling Spirit Rice could own a Storage Pouch.

I'll definitely have one in the future too!

He continued onward.

More and more stalls appeared before He Song, and the goods for sale became increasingly varied.

Given He Song's limited knowledge, many of these things were things he had never heard of or seen before.

But He Song did not mind.

Cultivation was inherently difficult for Rogue Cultivators. Compared with sect disciples and children of cultivation families, Rogue Cultivators were undoubtedly lacking in accumulated knowledge.

The solution was simple.

He raised his head.

At a glance, He Song saw an enormous plaque.

"Spirit Skill Pavilion."

This was the destination He Song had come to the Stall Area for.

During his earlier conversation with Wei Fan, Wei Fan had instructed He Song to come to the Spirit Skill Pavilion and purchase several spells commonly used by cultivators.

At the same time, the Spirit Skill Pavilion also had many books of basic cultivation knowledge available for reading.

Rogue Cultivators had to pay to read these books.

But for internal personnel of Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market, they were free.

Only when purchasing spells would one be charged normally.

For a newcomer like He Song, who had only just entered the cultivation world and had already become an internal member of the Immortal Market, this place was a treasure trove.

Glancing at the robes unique to Spirit Plant Farmers on his body, He Song stepped forward and entered the Spirit Skill Pavilion.

"This little woman is Ping'er. Greetings, Fellow Daoist. May I ask whether you need any spells?"

The moment he entered the Spirit Skill Pavilion, a gentle female voice reached He Song's ears.

Following the sound, He Song's eyes brightened.

Before him, a beautiful female cultivator looked at him with a radiant smile. The voice just now had come from her lips.

Female cultivators were usually quite attractive. Cultivators cleansed their marrow and transformed their bodies, so most were handsome men and beautiful women.

He Song's current appearance could also be called dignified and handsome.

"This one is He Song. Greetings, Fellow Daoist. An elder instructed me to come and choose several basic spells."