Chapter 19: The Crimson Spirit Gold Mine

Previously, there had been no opportunity.

No chance to show off his late-Qi Refinement strength in front of He Song.

But now, it seemed the opportunity was right before him.

Thinking that he hadn't made a move since breaking through to the late-Qi Refinement stage, Wei Fan couldn't help but feel a bit restless.

Late-Qi Refinement cultivators were rare in the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market.

Even though he was only at the seventh level of Qi Refinement, he still belonged to the very top of the pyramid.

On ordinary days, who wouldn't treat him with respect?

This had led to him not making a single move since breaking through to the late-Qi Refinement stage.

But now, things were looking up.

Judging by He Song's demeanor, it seemed he had a chance to take action.

Under the eager gazes of the two.

The expression on He Song's face gradually turned sorrowful.

"It's nothing much. I just spent one hundred spirit stones to buy an introductory book on the myriad arts of cultivation, and I'm feeling a bit lost."

"Ah, this was all my savings. I wonder when I'll truly get started." The sorrowful expression remained on his face, and He Song also took the cup of tea Meng Guan handed him, drinking it in one go.

Immediately after, the sorrow on his face vanished.

"Good tea."

He Song didn't know that Wei Fan was already itching to stand up for him.

Everything he said and did was just a pre-planned script.

Even if Wei Fan and the other hadn't teased him as before, he would have done the same.

First, he mentioned that he had bought an introductory book on the myriad arts of cultivation.

But he didn't specify which one.

Then he said that the one hundred spirit stones were all his savings.

Now that they were all spent, he didn't have to worry about others coveting them.

In this way, he achieved two goals at once.

He let people know that he had bought an introductory book on the myriad arts of cultivation, so that when he displayed other skills in the future, he wouldn't attract too much attention.

He also indicated that he was now very poor, having spent all his savings on the introductory book, so no one would covet the few spirit stones he had left.

Based on He Song's understanding of Wei Fan and the other over the past five years, telling them was equivalent to telling the entire immortal market.

Not for any other reason, but because these two were the type who had many friends.

Meng Guan, as the manager of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion, was responsible for recruiting spirit planters and distributing spirit seeds. In the process, he had come to know countless cultivators, most of whom were spirit planters.

As for Wei Fan.

Wei Fan, as a deacon of the Spirit Construction Pavilion, dealt with almost all internal members of the immortal market, and he himself loved making friends.

Thus, Wei Fan's network of connections was extremely strong within the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market.

With just these two, once He Song told them about his situation, it was likely that the news of him becoming a pauper would spread throughout the entire immortal market soon.

Of course.

Although Wei Fan and the other had many friends outside, their true inner circle consisted of only the three of them.

The others were merely connections and hadn't integrated into the trio's inner circle.

Thus, for He Song to use their mouths to spread his message was just a trivial matter.

"Good, good, good. I thought the ladies of the Phoenix Roost Pavilion were quick at changing expressions, but you're even faster. I, Meng Guan, am impressed." The meaning behind He Song's words obviously couldn't escape these two seasoned individuals.

Thus, as soon as He Song finished speaking, Meng Guan began to tease with a playful expression.

"I'm also impressed. I thought there was going to be a fight, but it turned out to be just a matter of words. You're not being honest, kid." Wei Fan also caught on, and the intention to stand up for He Song that he had just prepared was now suppressed.

The meaning behind He Song's two sentences was very clear to them.

In fact, they could summarize it in two sentences.

He bought an introductory book on the myriad arts of cultivation.

He has no spirit stones left.

Apart from that, the expressions, actions, and speed of changing expressions were all secondary.

"Alright, we know about this. Don't worry, no one will dare to reach out to you. Even if they dare, I'll chop off their dog's paw."

Finally, Wei Fan waved his hand, completely dispelling He Song's worries.

The words of a late-Qi Refinement cultivator were still very effective, at least within the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market.

What He Song needed to guard against were only early-Qi Refinement cultivators, at most mid-Qi Refinement cultivators.

With a late-Qi Refinement cultivator like Wei Fan backing him, He Song's safety naturally increased greatly.

To this, He Song cupped his hands in thanks.

Connections should be used when needed.

Otherwise, when someone really sets their sights on you, that's when real trouble begins.

With a backer like this, spreading the word appropriately could avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble.

He Song had always believed in the principle of caution.

He had an endless lifespan, so he naturally didn't want his safety to be threatened in any way.

This approach both kept him from attracting attention and used his backer to intimidate troublemakers, achieving two goals at once.

Seeing that He Song had no other matters, the conversation among the three quickly returned to normal.

He Song personally brewed the tea.

But then, Wei Fan's voice reached his ears.

"You all know about the mineral vein that appeared near the immortal market recently, right? Many Foundation Establishment families were fighting over it." As soon as he spoke, Wei Fan's words piqued the curiosity of He Song and Meng Guan.

"Yes, I know. Didn't the Thick Earth Sect step in and take control of the mineral vein? Is there more to it?" Meng Guan asked curiously.

He Song's gaze also turned to Wei Fan, wanting to hear the follow-up to this matter.

"Of course, there's more. After the Thick Earth Sect took control of the mineral vein, they discovered that it was of high value—a small Crimson Spirit Gold mineral vein." Halfway through, Wei Fan paused, noticing the confusion on the faces of the two before him, and then added.

"Crimson Spirit Gold can be used to refine magical tools. A small Crimson Spirit Gold mineral vein, if converted to spirit stones, is worth at least tens of thousands, or even over a hundred thousand spirit stones."

As soon as these words were spoken.

The two, who had been slightly confused, were instantly shocked.

Meng Guan's hand now held a few more strands of his beard, but he didn't notice.

He just kept muttering the words "tens of thousands of spirit stones."

The greed for spirit stones in his eyes was almost overflowing.

He had been stuck at the sixth level of Qi Refinement for a long time, and the Breakthrough Pill needed to advance from mid-Qi Refinement to late-Qi Refinement was extremely expensive. With his savings, it would take a long time before he could afford it.

Usually, when spending spirit stones, he wished he could split one spirit stone into two.

Now, here was a mineral vein worth at least tens of thousands of spirit stones right nearby.

At this moment, it was impossible not to feel greedy.

Fortunately, he still had his wits about him and knew that such things were not something a mid-Qi Refinement cultivator like him could touch.

Thus, he only muttered to himself and didn't take any action.

He Song's hand, which was brewing the tea, also trembled slightly.

At least tens of thousands of spirit stones!

He had been in this world for over five years, and the most spirit stones he had ever had at one time was just over one hundred.

With so many spirit stones, how many years would he have to farm to earn that much?

(End of Chapter)