Chapter 8 - 8 Chapter 8: Spirit Skill Pavilion

8 Chapter 8: Spirit Skill Pavilion

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Spiritual Medicine Pavilion’s Meng Guan?

Upon hearing this, an image of the elder from the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion flashed in He Song’s mind.

In his previous life, he obtained the book “Spiritual Plant Cultivation Skills”, thanks to Meng Guan.

Becoming a spiritual plant farmer himself was also due to Meng Guan’s favor.

Although, for Meng Guan, this matter might only have been trivial and within his duties, he owed him a favor, and that needed to be repaid.

Now he had arrived at the Spirit Construction Pavilion, with Wei Fan in front of him mentioning Meng Guan.

Could it be that there was a conflict between these two?

With many thoughts flashing through his mind, He Song thought for a moment and eventually decided to stick to his original plan.

Even if it meant offending Wei Fan in front of him, how could Wei Fan, who was in the Spirit Construction Pavilion, manage him, who was in the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion?

At most, he would avoid coming to the Spirit Construction Pavilion in the future.

“Yes, this junior was able to become a spiritual plant farmer thanks to Elder Meng’s guidance and support. Otherwise, I might still be just a loose cultivator now,” He Song replied without any concealment.

As he spoke, He Song’s eyes flickered, and he was ready to leave at any time.

Inside the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion, even internal staff members were not allowed to use force.

Once the Law Enforcement Team was alerted, not everyone could bear the charges of using force within the Immortal Pavilion.

Even if Wei Fan in front of him was a Steward of the Spirit Construction Pavilion, it was likely that he would not escape punishment.

“Fellow Daoist, you don’t need to be like this. It’s very safe within the Immortal Pavilion. Moreover, Meng Guan and I are from the same sect. I just wanted to ask about his recent situation,” Wei Fan said with a smile on his face, his gaze toward He Song becoming more friendly.

It was, after all, one of Meng Guan’s duties in the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion to recruit new spiritual plant farmers. Naturally, he was aware of this.

In this way, He Song, who had just joined the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion as a spiritual plant farmer, must have been recommended by Meng Guan.

He had just asked the question to see what kind of character He Song had and whether or not he was worth befriending.

If He Song had subconsciously denied his relationship with Meng Guan, he probably wouldn’t be facing a friendly face at this moment.

But now the outcome was quite satisfactory, and naturally, he took a different view of He Song.

Seeing this, He Song was relieved.

Then the two began a conversation.

Through his previous inquiry, Wei Fan had an understanding of He Song’s character.

He Song, on the other hand, was more than happy to accept Wei Fan’s goodwill.

As both parties were interested in forming a bond, their relationship began to rapidly close in.

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

Leaving the Spirit Construction Pavilion.

He Song looked towards the direction of the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion.

Meng Guan, who had recommended him to join the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion and become a spiritual plant farmer, should soon be able to treat him differently through Wei Fan, right?

In this way.

Within the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion, he had the friendship of one Qi-refining mid-stage cultivator and one Qi-refining late-stage cultivator.

During their conversation, He Song learned that Wei Fan’s cultivation had reached the seventh-tier Qi Refining, which was stronger than Meng Guan’s sixth-tier Qi Refining.

Befriending Wei Fan and Meng Guan, although he might not achieve great success, at least, he wouldn’t be considered entirely rootless.

Once there was any news, He Song could learn about it in advance through Wei Fan and Meng Guan.

With this thought, He Song’s footsteps immediately became lighter.

He didn’t go home to cultivate.

Following his memory, He Song quickly arrived at the Stall Section within the Immortal Pavilion.

The last time he came to the Stall Section was when he went out for the first time to buy mortal rice.

Back then, He Song was very cautious, and after buying twenty pounds of mortal rice, he hurriedly left without even wanting to take a stroll around the Stall Section, fearing that he might be targeted by others.

But things were different now.

He Song, dressed as a spiritual plant farmer, had a status within the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion that ordinary loose cultivators couldn’t compare to.

Of course, there was no need to worry that buying a few things would draw unwanted attention.

This time when He Song came to the Stall Section, he took a good look inside.

“Low-grade Thick Earth Amulet, five spirit stones each, only thirteen left, limited supply.”

“Spirit rice, our homegrown spirit rice, ten jin for one spirit stone.”

“Inedia Elixir, two spirit stones per bottle.”

“Low-grade Artifacts at a loss, only eighty spirit stones each.”

“…”

He Song’s eyes swept across the various stalls as the sales pitches echoed around him.

There were stalls selling spirit amulets, and they also displayed amulet pens, amulet ink, amulet paper, and other such materials needed for amulet making. It looked both plentiful and varied.

There were also stalls selling Inedia Elixir, with rows of bottles and jars displayed. However, the contents were mostly comprised of common Inedia Elixir, and proper elixir refinement masters wouldn’t set up a stall here.

Others sold Artifacts, but looking at the rough and pitted appearances of the Artifacts, He Song could only imagine how much abuse they had endured.

He Song even saw the old man he had bought Spirit rice from last time.

At this moment, spirit rice kept flowing from the old man’s sleeves and quickly filled a cloth bag.

“Storage bags?”

Looking at the spirit rice pouring out from the old man’s sleeve, a term flashed across He Song’s mind.

“I didn’t expect an old man selling rice to have a storage bag.”

After looking a bit longer, He Song finally withdrew his gaze. Meanwhile, he felt a little more confident about his future as a spiritual plant farmer.

If an old man selling spirit rice could have a storage bag,

then in the future, he would definitely have one too!

He continued walking forward.

The stalls in front of He Song became more and more numerous, and the items being sold became increasingly diverse.

With He Song’s experience, many of these items were completely new and unheard of to him.

However, he didn’t care too much.

Loose cultivators have a difficult time cultivating, and compared to disciples from sects and noble family members, their knowledge reserves are definitely lacking.

But the solution is simple.

Looking up,

He Song saw a huge plaque with just one glance.

“Spirit Skill Pavilion.”

This place was He Song’s goal for coming to the Stall Section this time.

During his conversation with Wei Fan previously, Wei Fan advised He Song to come to the Spirit Skill Pavilion to purchase some commonly used skills for cultivators.

At the same time, there are many books with basic cultivation knowledge inside the Spirit Skill Pavilion available for browsing.

These books charge fees for loose cultivators,

but for inner members of Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion, they are free of charge.

Only when buying skills, will the normal fees be charged.

Thus, for a novice like He Song who just entered the Cultivation World and has already become an inner member of the Immortal Pavilion, this place is a treasure trove.

Glancing at his outfit, which was exclusive to spiritual plant farmers, He Song stepped forward and entered the Spirit Skill Pavilion.

“This humble girl is Ping’er. Greetings, fellow daoist. May I ask what skill you are looking for?”

Just as He Song entered the Spirit Skill Pavilion, a gentle female voice sounded beside him.

Looking towards the source of the sound, He Song’s eyes brightened.

A beautiful female cultivator stood before him, smiling sweetly as she looked at him. The voice he had just heard had come from her mouth.

Female cultivators usually have quite attractive appearances. Cultivating immortality refines and cleanses one’s body, so most cultivators are good-looking men and women.

At present, He Song’s appearance was also quite impressive and handsome.

“I am He Song, greetings, fellow daoist. An elder asked me to come and choose a few basic skills.”