Chapter 8: Spirit Skill Pavilion

Meng Guan from the Spirit Medicine Pavilion?

Upon hearing this, He Song's mind immediately flashed to the image of the old man from the Spirit Medicine Pavilion.

His previous body had obtained the book "Spirit Plant Cultivation Techniques" from Meng Guan.

He had also become a spirit planter thanks to Meng Guan's help.

Even if, for Meng Guan, this was just a small task within his duties, owing a favor is still owing a favor, and it needs to be repaid.

Now, arriving at the Spirit Construction Pavilion, Wei Fan immediately mentioned Meng Guan.

Could it be that these two have some kind of conflict?

Various thoughts flashed through He Song's mind. After some consideration, he decided to remain calm and adapt to the situation.

Even if he offended Wei Fan, Wei Fan was in the Spirit Construction Pavilion. How could he possibly have any influence over him, who was in the Spirit Medicine Pavilion?

At worst, he could just visit the Spirit Construction Pavilion less often in the future.

"I do know him. It was Elder Meng who guided me to become a spirit planter. Otherwise, I might still be just a rogue cultivator now."

Without any hesitation, He Song replied.

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

Within the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market, even as an internal member of the market, one cannot engage in violence.

Once the law enforcement team is alerted, the charge of causing trouble within the market is not something anyone can bear.

Even if Wei Fan is an executive of the Spirit Construction Pavilion, he would likely not escape punishment.

"Fellow Daoist, there's no need to be like this. The market is very safe. Moreover, Meng Guan and I are fellow disciples. I just wanted to ask how he's been doing recently." Wei Fan smiled, his gaze towards He Song becoming even more amiable.

One of Meng Guan's duties in the Spirit Medicine Pavilion is to recruit new spirit planters, something Wei Fan naturally knew.

Thus, He Song, who had just joined the Spirit Medicine Pavilion as a spirit planter, must have been recommended by Meng Guan.

His earlier question was simply to gauge He Song's character and see if he was worth befriending.

If He Song had instinctively distanced himself from Meng Guan, he would not have been met with such a friendly face.

But now, the result satisfied him greatly, so he naturally viewed He Song in a different light.

Seeing this, He Song inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately after, the two began to chat, exchanging words back and forth.

Through the earlier inquiry, Wei Fan had learned about He Song's character.

And He Song, for his part, was happy to accept Wei Fan's goodwill.

With both parties eager to befriend each other, their relationship quickly grew closer.

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

Leaving the Spirit Construction Pavilion.

He Song's gaze turned towards the direction of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion.

Meng Guan, who had recommended him to join the Spirit Medicine Pavilion and become a spirit planter, would likely soon view him in a new light through Wei Fan's influence.

Thus.

Within the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market, he now had the friendship of one mid-Qi Refinement cultivator and one late-Qi Refinement cultivator.

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

Being friends with Wei Fan and Meng Guan might not guarantee future success, but at least he was no longer without connections.

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

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

Instead of returning home to cultivate.

He Song followed his memory and soon arrived at the market's stall area.

The last time he had come to the stall area was when he first ventured out to buy mortal rice.

Back then, He Song had been cautious, buying twenty catties of mortal rice before hurriedly leaving, not even daring to browse the stalls for fear of being targeted.

But now, things were different.

Dressed in the attire of a spirit planter, He Song's status within the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market was not something an ordinary rogue cultivator could compare to.

Naturally, he no longer had to worry about being targeted for buying a few things.

This time, upon arriving at the stall area, He Song took his time to browse properly.

"Low-grade Thick Earth Talismans, five spirit stones each, only thirteen left, selling out soon!"

"Spirit rice, homegrown spirit rice, one spirit stone for ten catties."

"Fasting Pills, two spirit stones per bottle."

"Low-grade magical tools at a loss, only eighty spirit stones."

"..."

The calls of vendors reached He Song's ears as his gaze swept over the various stalls.

Some sold spirit talismans, their stalls also displaying talisman brushes, ink, and paper—materials for talisman-making—appearing both numerous and varied.

Some sold Fasting Pills, their stalls filled with bottles and jars, though the contents were mostly low-grade pills like Fasting Pills. A proper alchemist wouldn't set up a stall here.

Others sold magical tools, though judging by the pockmarked appearance of the tools, He Song could imagine how much abuse they had endured.

He Song also spotted the old man from whom he had bought spirit rice last time.

At this moment, spirit rice was continuously pouring out from the old man's sleeve, quickly filling a cloth bag.

"A storage pouch?"

Seeing the spirit rice flowing from the old man's sleeve, He Song's mind immediately flashed to this term.

"To think that an old man selling rice would carry a storage pouch with him."

He Song took a few more glances before finally looking away, feeling a bit more confident about the future of being a spirit planter.

If an old man selling spirit rice could have a storage pouch.

Then he would surely have one in the future too!

Continuing forward.

More and more stalls appeared before He Song, and the goods being sold became increasingly varied.

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

But He Song didn't mind.

Rogue cultivators have it tough when it comes to cultivation. Compared to sect disciples and family descendants, rogue cultivators' knowledge reserves are undoubtedly lacking.

But the solution is simple.

Looking up.

He Song's eyes immediately fell on a large signboard.

"Spirit Skill Pavilion."

This was He Song's destination for this trip to the stall area.

Earlier, during his conversation with Wei Fan, Wei Fan had advised He Song to visit the Spirit Skill Pavilion to purchase some commonly used spells for cultivators.

At the same time, the Spirit Skill Pavilion also housed many books on common cultivation knowledge available for browsing.

These books were charged for rogue cultivators.

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

Only when purchasing spells would normal fees apply.

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

Glancing at his spirit planter attire, He Song stepped forward and entered the Spirit Skill Pavilion.

"This humble one is Pinger. Greetings, Fellow Daoist. May I ask if you are in need of any spells?"

As soon as He Song entered the Spirit Skill Pavilion, a gentle female voice reached his ears.

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

Before him, a beautiful female cultivator was smiling warmly at him. The voice had come from her.

Female cultivators are usually quite attractive. Cultivators undergo body cleansing and marrow refinement, so they are almost all handsome men and beautiful women.

He Song's current appearance could also be described as dignified and quite handsome.

"This humble one is He Song. Greetings, Fellow Daoist. A senior instructed me to come and select a few basic spells."

(End of Chapter)