Chapter 13: Waiting for You

This thought flashed through He Song's mind.

He Song looked down at the teacup in front of him, feeling somewhat speechless.

It seemed.

The other party wasn't truly cautious.

But rather, they had sensed his presence and thus hadn't dared to act.

Perhaps they were worried that He Song would play the role of the mantis stalking the cicada, only to be ambushed by the oriole. Or maybe they were concerned that Lin Cong wasn't actually dead.

But now it seemed.

The other party was very likely to act today.

Holding the teacup without moving, He Song listened carefully to the footsteps next door.

The faint footsteps circled the house once, then stopped at the window of the neighboring house.

After a pause.

Click~

With a soft sound, He Song immediately realized that the window of Lin Cong's house had been opened.

The window opened.

The person who had been scouting for half a month quickly climbed into the house.

Closed the window.

Then, the surroundings fell into silence.

He Song remained calm, still holding the teacup and listening quietly.

He was waiting.

Waiting for the other party to succeed and leave.

Or for Lin Cong to strike and kill the intruder.

No matter how the situation developed, it wouldn't have much impact on He Song, so he naturally didn't care too much.

Next door.

A thin man in a long robe gently closed the window behind him, blocking out most of the outside noise.

After scanning the room, the man quickly moved toward the only quiet chamber in the house.

In the houses rented out in the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market, aside from the outer room with windows, there was also a quiet chamber.

The outer room was made of ordinary wood and used for receiving guests and daily life.

The quiet chamber was made of soundproof wood and used for daily cultivation and practicing spells, ensuring no disturbances.

Almost every house was designed this way.

Thus, the man was very familiar with the layout.

His footsteps were almost silent as he held a steel dagger and cautiously approached the quiet chamber.

"Half a month has passed. If this person is dead, the body in the quiet chamber shouldn't have started to rot yet. But that kid next door has been staying in his room every day, who knows what he's doing. He made me wait for half a month for nothing. If I get the chance in the future..."

As he approached the quiet chamber, a flash of ferocity appeared in the man's eyes.

But then, he shook his head.

"Forget it. That kid is an internal member of the immortal market. Killing him would make it impossible for me to stay here. But luckily, he's not home today. I'll gladly take this person's belongings!"

Thinking this, a strong sense of greed appeared in the man's eyes as he looked at the quiet chamber.

The belongings of a third-level Qi Refinement cultivator.

Surely, they must be worth at least a few dozen spirit stones, right?

He knew that Lin Cong was burly and didn't look like an ordinary cultivator.

The quiet chamber was difficult to open from the outside when closed.

But it wasn't a problem for a cultivator.

Without worrying about being disturbed, a cultivator could easily break into a quiet chamber.

However, the noise might attract the attention of those nearby.

This was why he had waited for He Song to leave before making his move.

Creak~ Creak~

With a series of grating sounds, the door to the quiet chamber was slowly pried open.

However.

Just as the door to the quiet chamber was opened, revealing everything inside, a surge of horror instantly filled the man's heart.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Lin Cong sneered as a large hand like a fan suddenly grabbed the man's neck.

With his other hand, Lin Cong made a quick hand seal.

A flash of sword light instantly severed the man's arms and legs.

Then, a magical sword controlled by Lin Cong was aimed directly at the man's horrified eyes.

The intense pain in his body.

The suffocation at his neck.

And the terror of being suddenly turned into a human stump.

Made the man, who had come to scavenge, wide-eyed with fear.

He wanted to scream.

But the pressure on his neck made it impossible.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but found he couldn't even speak.

He could only keep signaling with his eyes for Lin Cong to spare him.

At this moment.

The blood on Lin Cong's body had dried, and although the depression in his chest hadn't fully healed, it was much better than before.

Not only was he not dead.

Lin Cong's injuries seemed to have mostly healed.

With his third-level Qi Refinement cultivation and his tiger-like physique, he had easily subdued the man in front of him.

"If you had come in the second day, I might have really fallen for your trap." Looking at the man who had been turned into a stump, Lin Cong's eyes flashed with ferocity.

The hand gripping the man's neck began to tighten.

"Remember in your next life, some things are either not to be touched, or if you do, you must act with thunderous force!"

Before his death.

The man heard these words in his ears.

In his heart, he cursed He Song.

If it weren't for the fear of He Song playing the role of the mantis stalking the cicada, only to be ambushed by the oriole, he wouldn't have waited until today to act.

He might have gone directly to Lin Cong's house the day after learning that Lin Cong had returned severely injured.

He hadn't expected that He Song was practicing spells and hadn't left his house much for half a month.

Unfortunately, there were no "ifs" in this world.

The curses in his heart were something He Song would never know.

Even Lin Cong in front of him.

Had no idea what he was thinking.

He Song was completely unaware that he had inadvertently caused someone's death.

Nor did he know what the man had encountered after entering Lin Cong's house.

But.

After waiting for half a day and still not seeing the man come out as the sky darkened, He Song already had his answer.

This man was probably already dead in Lin Cong's house.

Lin Cong most likely wasn't dead and had been recovering from his injuries in the room.

As for why there had been no sound for half a month.

He was probably eating fasting pills, and since meditating to recover from injuries didn't require movement, there naturally wouldn't be any sound.

Some speculations flashed through He Song's mind, and his expression soon relaxed.

Whether Lin Cong lived or died.

It didn't have much to do with him.

If he died, He Song wouldn't lose anything.

If he lived, He Song wouldn't gain anything either.

The two had only met twice and exchanged greetings twice.

Their relationship was as light as water, and He Song wouldn't dwell on such matters.

After tidying up the tea set.

He Song soon began to meditate and cultivate.

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, another month passed quietly.

By now, it had been a month and a half since He Song became a spirit planter.

In the five acres of spirit fields, the spirit rice that had grown had already been uprooted by He Song and replanted.

This was a small trick recorded in the "Spirit Plant Cultivation Techniques" book that could effectively increase the yield of spirit rice, similar to the transplanting He Song had experienced in his previous life.

On this day.

As usual, He Song got up in the morning, had breakfast, and then performed the Art of Spirit Rain for half an hour in the spirit fields.

However, just as He Song finished performing the Art of Spirit Rain, his body's spiritual energy depleted, and he was about to return home to recover his spiritual energy.

An unexpected figure stopped him.

"Fellow Daoist He, I mentioned before that I would visit, but my injuries were severe at the time and I didn't get the chance. However, my injuries have now fully healed, so I've come to disturb you." Lin Cong, now fully recovered from his injuries, stood at He Song's door and cupped his hands as he spoke.

(End of Chapter)