Chapter 7: Wei Fan

As He Song, dressed in the attire of a spirit planter, had just stepped into the Spirit Construction Pavilion,

a voice came from beside him.

Immediately after.

A young man, also dressed in the internal attire of the Immortal Market, appeared before He Song.

The man's eyes carried a smile, and his gaze towards He Song was somewhat warm, as if seeing a family member, making one feel as if bathed in a spring breeze.

However, He Song could sense a strong spiritual pressure from the other party.

It seemed that his cultivation level was likely much higher than his own.

Seeing this, He Song quickly clasped his hands in greeting.

"That's right, I am He Song, I just became a spirit planter yesterday. Greetings, Senior."

He Song did not hide anything and spoke truthfully.

Having just become a spirit planter, there was nothing about him that could attract envy, and the person before him did not seem like someone looking for trouble.

Naturally, He Song had no reason to conceal anything.

"I am Wei Fan, a steward of this Spirit Construction Pavilion. Since you are a spirit planter, you are also part of the Immortal Market family. There's no need to be so formal."

A glimmer of understanding flashed in Wei Fan's eyes.

As a steward of the Spirit Construction Pavilion, he personally received almost every internal member of the Immortal Market who came to renew their leases.

He had dealt with many spirit planters, and it was no surprise to him that the Spirit Medicine Pavilion had recruited new spirit planters during this spring plowing season.

"Brother He, please follow me. There are rules within the Immortal Market; there's no need to mingle with these rogue cultivators here."

Wei Fan said, his gaze sweeping over a long line of rogue cultivators on the other side, a look of disdain briefly flashing in his eyes.

Rogue cultivators.

There is a vast gap between them and the internal members of the Immortal Market.

Rogue cultivators can go to any lengths for cultivation resources, hence their mortality rate is consistently high.

Internal members of the Immortal Market, on the other hand, each have a skill and do not need to risk their lives, so their mortality rate is very low.

Facing a rogue cultivator who could die at any moment.

And facing an internal member of the Immortal Market with a skill and gradually increasing cultivation.

His attitude naturally differed greatly.

Even if a spirit planter doesn't earn much each year, they are unlikely to die easily.

As time passes, they might even reach the mid or late stages of Qi Refinement.

As for rogue cultivators?

You might just have befriended one, and a few days later, that person could already be dead.

What's the point of befriending them? It's a pure waste of time.

Following Wei Fan's gaze, He Song also saw a group of rogue cultivators lining up to pay spirit stones.

Unlike He Song, a spirit planter.

Rogue cultivators pay spirit stones at a counter.

After paying ten spirit stones, someone from the Spirit Construction Pavilion would note down the rented location, meaning they could stay for another month.

As for those rooms whose renters did not come to renew, the law enforcement team would reclaim them.

Want to live for free?

That's simply not possible.

Following Wei Fan's steps, He Song was soon led into a quaint, antique-style room.

Exquisite wooden furniture was neatly arranged, with wisps of smoke curling around.

The rich scent of incense, concentrated and lingering, made He Song feel something different as soon as he entered.

However, since the Spirit Construction Pavilion was within the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market, safety was excellent. After a slight hesitation, He Song did not hold his breath.

Caution depends on the occasion and status.

His current status was low.

Moreover, this place was within the Spirit Construction Pavilion.

And Wei Fan's cultivation was much higher than his.

To hold his breath in such a situation would only invite ridicule, which would be unwise.

Wei Fan did not notice anything unusual.

After seating He Song in the room according to their respective statuses, he spoke leisurely.

"Brother, you've just become a spirit planter and have no other income. You must be here because you're short on funds."

"To be honest, this situation is quite common, and there is a solution. You just need to leave a trace of your aura, and you won't need to come every month; once a year will suffice."

As he spoke, Wei Fan flipped his hand, and a contract document appeared on the table before He Song.

"Please take a look, Brother."

Wei Fan's voice was unhurried, his words fluent, indicating he had gone through such situations many times.

It seemed that internal members of the Immortal Market who were short on funds were not few.

He Song composed himself, clasped his hands towards Wei Fan, and then picked up the contract document before him.

With a glance.

He immediately understood why Wei Fan treated him with such familiarity.

The contract document already had clauses stating that once employed by the Immortal Market and becoming an internal member, one could use the annual stipend provided by the Immortal Market to offset the rent.

Although spirit planters do not receive an annual stipend.

As long as there are no mistakes, the spirit rice harvested from the five acres of spirit land, once purchased by the Immortal Market, would bring in one hundred and fifty spirit stones each year.

After deducting the annual rent of one hundred and twenty spirit stones, only thirty spirit stones would remain in He Song's hands.

The content of this contract document was to allow internal members of the Immortal Market to reside first and then pay the rent after the annual stipend was issued.

Once the contract document was imprinted with one's aura, even if a cultivator wanted to default, the law enforcement team could track them down by the aura and force them to settle the account.

At that time, even if one didn't die, they would be severely punished.

This also eliminated any thoughts of defaulting.

Paying voluntarily and being forcibly brought back to pay by others are completely different treatments.

"If you agree, Brother, just leave a trace of your aura on the contract document."

Wei Fan seemed certain that He Song would agree and did not rush him, merely stating as if narrating, then began to brew tea.

As the unknown tea leaves tumbled in the teapot.

When the first cup of tea was placed before He Song, He Song also timely left his aura on the contract document in his hand.

There was nothing wrong with the contract.

It was just a change from paying first and then using.

To using first and paying later.

And from monthly payments to annual payments.

The amount of spirit stones to be paid remained the same, it was just more convenient for the internal members of the Immortal Market.

"Thank you, Brother. Good tea." Picking up the teacup, He Song took a small sip and praised.

Although he didn't know much about tea, since the tea had been placed before him, not taking a sip and praising it would be quite disrespectful.

Wei Fan, as a steward of the Spirit Construction Pavilion, although his cultivation level was unknown, it was certainly higher than his own.

Such a person personally brewing tea for him, He Song naturally would not be impolite.

Therefore, even though he couldn't really taste the quality of the tea, He Song praised it as if he genuinely meant it.

"Hahaha, Brother, there's no need for that. My lifelong hobby is making friends. A pot of inferior tea, as long as you don't mind, is fine."

As if seeing through He Song's thoughts, Wei Fan laughed and said.

Then, he poured another cup of tea for He Song.

But this time.

As he placed the teacup before He Song, his voice sounded again.

"Brother, do you know Meng Guan from the Spirit Medicine Pavilion?"

(End of Chapter)