Chapter 22: Trouble

He Song's actions seemed rash, but in reality, they were the best response to Meng Guan.

If it were him.

Before He Song spoke, he hadn't thought of this either.

Thinking about this, Wei Fan's gaze toward He Song carried a hint of admiration.

This was someone who truly considered his friends.

Worthy of being a friend he had known for five years!

On the other side.

Hearing He Song's words, Meng Guan was stunned.

He had originally thought that He Song would try to persuade him again, and he had already prepared how to refuse.

But he didn't expect that He Song not only didn't try to persuade him but instead offered to help him resolve his worries.

This...

Glancing at the silent Wei Fan beside him, then looking at He Song, who was now sincerely looking at him.

Meng Guan felt a warmth in his heart.

Although his talent was somewhat lacking, the friends he had made were all excellent.

However, since He Song had already asked, Meng Guan thought for a moment and soon shook his head.

"I grew up in the Thick Earth Branch Academy and have no relatives. In the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market, apart from you two friends, I have no Dao companions, so there's no need to trouble you."

"But in the future, if I rise to prominence, I will definitely not forget the two of you!" At the end, Meng Guan stood up and deeply cupped his hands toward He Song and Wei Fan.

Seeing this, He Song and Wei Fan quickly stood up.

They also cupped their hands in response.

When they sat down again, the three looked at each other, chatting aimlessly, but each had their own thoughts.

Meng Guan was envisioning his future.

After today, he would resign from his position as the manager of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion in the immortal market.

He would go to the Crimson Spirit Gold Mine to mine, save up the spirit stones he earned, and when he had enough, he would go to Green Wall Immortal City to buy a Breakthrough Pill.

With the skills he had accumulated over the years, he felt his chances of success were high.

Once his cultivation successfully broke through to the seventh level of Qi Refinement, becoming a late-Qi Refinement cultivator.

He felt that he would be considered a strong figure in the Crimson Spirit Gold Mine.

In this way, his chances of survival would quickly increase.

By then...

Not to mention catching a glimpse of the Foundation Establishment stage, even as a late-Qi Refinement rogue cultivator, even if he lost his status as an internal member of the immortal market, he could still live well after leaving the Crimson Spirit Gold Mine.

This was his plan. As long as he could quickly break through to the late-Qi Refinement stage, the world would be his oyster.

As for Wei Fan, while chatting, he also felt a hint of worry.

Meng Guan's talent was only the Five Spiritual Roots, and his cultivation had been stuck at the sixth level of Qi Refinement for a long time. He could understand taking risks to change his fate.

But he himself only had the Four Spiritual Roots, and it would be extremely difficult for him to break through to Foundation Establishment in the future.

If, in his fifties, an opportunity to take a risk appeared before him, would he take it or not?

Comfort breeds danger.

Now Meng Guan needed to take a risk.

What about himself in the future...

Unaware of what the other two were thinking, He Song's mind wasn't occupied with much at the moment.

Meng Guan's mind was made up, and it wasn't something he could persuade him to change.

He wanted to help resolve Meng Guan's worries, but Meng Guan wasn't married and naturally had no worries.

In this way.

Since he had already done his best and still couldn't change the outcome, there was no need for him to interfere further.

Although he knew full well that the Crimson Spirit Gold Mine was a pit of fire.

But Meng Guan wanted to jump in.

And couldn't be stopped.

Then so be it. He hoped Meng Guan would have good fortune and turn danger into safety.

With Meng Guan's sixth level of Qi Refinement, He Song felt there was still some hope.

After a long chat.

The three of them went their separate ways.

Walking on the bustling streets, He Song sighed softly.

His steps paused for a moment, but then he continued toward his home.

Today, He Song had received a lot of information.

He needed to go home and sort it out carefully, to see if there were any connections between these pieces of information.

At the same time, he needed to assess the safety of the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market.

If the safety level dropped, no matter what, He Song would have to choose to leave and not stay here any longer.

With his mind occupied.

He Song soon returned home.

After brewing himself a pot of good tea, He Song sat at the only table in the house.

Five years had passed, but the scene in He Song's home remained unchanged. No new furniture had been added, and nothing was missing.

Everything seemed as it was five years ago.

Apart from his cultivation breaking through from the first level of Qi Refinement to the third level, it seemed nothing had changed.

"Meng Guan is about to resign from his position as the manager of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion. This position has nothing to do with me. Although the annual salary is high, my cultivation is too low, and I can't compete for this position."

Knowing in advance that Meng Guan was about to leave.

But this news held little value for He Song.

On the contrary, with Meng Guan's departure, He Song no longer had any acquaintances in the Spirit Medicine Pavilion.

However, with Wei Fan, a late-Qi Refinement cultivator, as his backer, although Meng Guan would leave, He Song wasn't worried that anyone in the Spirit Medicine Pavilion would trouble him.

It could only be said that Meng Guan's departure had no benefit for He Song, but it also didn't bring any significant harm.

That was all.

Thinking this, He Song still sighed inwardly.

In the future, the trio's gatherings at the Spirit Construction Pavilion would likely become duo gatherings.

A friend who had accompanied him for five years was leaving, and whether they would meet again was uncertain.

This made He Song suddenly feel a sense of loss.

But soon, he recovered.

"In the future, there will be many such situations. I'll get used to it slowly." A glimmer of light flashed in He Song's eyes as he thought to himself.

As an immortal, he would inevitably experience many such farewell scenes.

At first, he would naturally feel a sense of loss.

But after experiencing it many times, he would naturally become indifferent.

Thinking this, He Song's mind soon began to organize the various pieces of information he knew.

And he began to carefully analyze these pieces of information, trying to deduce whether the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market was still suitable for him to continue living in.

This was something He Song did every month.

Although it seemed somewhat redundant, it actually helped avoid a lot of trouble.

"The Crimson Spirit Gold Mine seems like trouble. Even the Thick Earth Sect wants to mine it quickly to avoid complications. I'll observe it for now. If the situation turns bad, I'll make a quick escape."

After summarizing all the information, He Song came to a conclusion.

Recently, there hadn't been many major incidents around the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market, nor had any significant events occurred.

Apart from the Crimson Spirit Gold Mine, things were generally calm.

But even so, He Song decided to keep an eye on the developments of the Crimson Spirit Gold Mine.

If the situation turned bad, he could make a quick escape.

After preparing to escape at any moment, He Song thought for a while and finally closed his eyes to begin cultivating.

Time passed.

In the blink of an eye, the night was over.

Early the next morning.

While He Song was still in a state of cultivation, a paper crane flew through the window at an extremely fast speed and stopped in front of He Song in an instant.

The paper crane's wings flapped, and strands of spiritual energy fluctuations emanated from its body, immediately awakening He Song from his cultivation.

(End of Chapter)