Chapter 43: This House Is No Longer Safe

Is this really something a rogue cultivator who had broken through to the mid-stage of Qi Refining would do?

Given the temperament of rogue cultivators, wouldn't they have started threatening him the moment he refused?

Or perhaps, they would have coldly thrown out a few words before turning and leaving?

Imagining how a rogue cultivator would have reacted in that situation.

He Song frowned.

As memories of Chen Zhou's demeanor and actions flashed through his mind, He Song's brow twitched.

He wasn't entirely sure if Chen Zhou had been acting at the time.

Having lived in an era of information explosion in his past life, He Song was well aware that some people were naturally skilled at acting.

These individuals didn't act based on their true feelings.

Instead, they often put on a performance, appearing meek and submissive in public while being ruthlessly calculating behind the scenes.

If the Chen Zhou he had encountered was one of these people, it was possible that Chen Zhou was already plotting how to kill him in his mind.

In other words.

He Song was now in a very dangerous situation!

So what if he was friends with the manager of the Spirit Herb Pavilion?

Once dead, he'd still be a corpse.

With Chen Zhou's background as a rogue cultivator, secretly killing someone would be nothing unfamiliar to him.

The high mortality rate among rogue cultivators wasn't just due to the dangerous nature of their work.

Much of it came from the constant infighting and killing among rogue cultivators themselves.

Killing.

For a rogue cultivator, it carried no moral burden.

Moreover, He Song had clearly offended Chen Zhou.

If He Song were in Chen Zhou's shoes, he would also choose to strike first when someone had thoroughly crossed him.

As these thoughts flashed through his mind, He Song felt a chill run down his spine, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

The sense of foreboding grew stronger, but He Song's expression remained unchanged.

However, he quickly stopped his cultivation.

Standing up, he gripped an Earth Protection Talisman between his fingers to ensure his safety.

Only then did he open the door.

And step outside.

This house was no longer safe!

If he could trace Chen Zhou's path to find him.

Couldn't Chen Zhou have been hiding in the shadows, observing him, and then followed his route to find out where he lived?

Faced with a rogue cultivator who lived by the sword, He Song, as a cultivator from the immortal marketplace, would likely struggle to defend himself.

With this thought in mind, He Song quickened his pace.

Once outside, surrounded by the bustling crowd on the street, He Song's nerves finally began to calm.

But the Earth Protection Talisman in his hand remained tightly gripped, ready to be activated at any moment.

Walking down the street.

He Song headed straight for Wei Fan's house without hesitation.

He wasn't alone.

After years of careful networking in the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Marketplace, He Song had connections and backing.

Now that he faced a crisis.

And lacked the ability to resolve it himself.

It was only natural to seek out his backer.

He Song wasn't the type to let pride get in the way of survival.

Having a backer but refusing to seek help, insisting on solving everything alone.

That was far too dangerous. One misstep, and it could mean total defeat.

He was different from others. If others died, they could be reborn in eighteen years.

But He Song was a seeker of immortality. If he died, he would regret it for eternity.

Therefore, in He Song's dictionary.

It was best not to offend anyone. But if he had to, he must strike with lethal precision.

It was best not to act alone. But if he had to, he must annihilate the enemy completely, leaving no chance for retaliation.

If he could uproot the problem entirely, he must do so.

In short, he couldn't afford to leave any loose ends.

His life was far too precious.

Soon.

He Song arrived at Wei Fan's house.

Today, Wei Fan was off duty and not working at the Spirit Construction Pavilion.

Seeing He Song arrive, Wei Fan was overjoyed and personally welcomed him into the courtyard, leading him to the pavilion where they often used to drink tea together.

The two sat facing each other in the pavilion, and Wei Fan spoke up.

"It's been a while since you last visited. Living alone in this courtyard has been quite dull." Passing a cup of tea to He Song, Wei Fan shook his head.

Since He Song had moved out three years ago, Wei Fan had returned to his previously monotonous life.

Without He Song around, he often missed the old days.

Back then, although the outside world was dangerous.

Having He Song as a housemate had made life enjoyable, and they could share drinks during their leisure time.

Sadly, after He Song moved out three years ago, that feeling had never returned.

Now that He Song had come to visit, Wei Fan couldn't help but reminisce.

"Brother Wei, I've come to ask for your help in saving my life." Taking a sip of the tea Wei Fan had handed him, He Song's eyes flashed with helplessness.

For the past three years, during their monthly gatherings, Wei Fan had repeatedly invited He Song to move back in.

But He Song had always refused.

Now, forced to visit again, he hadn't expected Wei Fan to bring it up once more.

This made it even harder for He Song to refuse.

However, today's visit was urgent. He needed to explain his situation to Wei Fan and see if he had any solutions before making any decisions.

"Oh? Saving your life? You've always been so cautious and never provoked anyone. Has someone actually tried to bully you?"

Hearing He Song's words, Wei Fan was shocked. A glint of spiritual light flashed in his eyes as he scrutinized He Song, but he found no signs of injury.

Seeing this, he turned a questioning gaze toward He Song.

At the same time, a spark of anger ignited in Wei Fan's heart.

He Song was his good friend.

And He Song had always been cautious, never picking fights.

If someone in the immortal marketplace dared to bully him, where would that leave the dignity of a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator like Wei Fan?

For a moment, Wei Fan's blood boiled.

Could it be that he, a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator who had never had to fight since his breakthrough, would finally have to take action today?

In his agitation, the spiritual pressure unique to a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator began to fluctuate slightly.

This was the result of intense emotional turmoil affecting the flow of spiritual energy within him.

The slight fluctuation of a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator's spiritual pressure wasn't unbearable for He Song, a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator.

On the contrary, He Song felt a gentle breeze and a warm sensation in his heart.

"Not exactly. This matter is partly my fault, but what's done is done. I can only turn to you for help now." After a moment of consideration, He Song quickly recounted the events to Wei Fan.

Starting from his breakthrough to the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

To his visit to the Spirit Herb Pavilion to see Zhao Lin, who had casually allocated two acres of spirit fields to him.

Then encountering Chen Zhou at the spirit fields, who had offered ten spirit stones to exchange fields.

Followed by his request for Zhao Lin to investigate Chen Zhou's background, and Zhao Lin's honest response along with his speculations in the paper crane message.

Finally, out of concern for Chen Zhou's identity as a rogue cultivator, He Song had no choice but to seek Wei Fan's help.

After explaining everything, He Song took a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

(End of Chapter)