**Chapter 72: Medicinal Hall Management**  

Could it be that the higher-ups of the Immortal Market truly turned a blind eye to the actions of these people, as He Song had initially suspected? 

"Didn't you already have some guesses, Fellow Daoist? Why are you asking me?" Wei Fan handed He Song a cup of tea and shook his head with a smile. 

He had witnessed the changes in the market over the past half month. 

However, only the outskirts of the market had been affected, and as a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator, these changes had little to do with him. 

Moreover, He Song, who was close to him, had already left the market before the law enforcement team from the Immortal City arrived. 

Naturally, while he paid attention to the fate of the cultivators in the outskirts, he didn't care too much about them. 

In the mortal world, ordinary people knew that human life was cheap. 

But they didn't realize that in the cultivation world, the lives of cultivators were equally worthless. 

Hearing Wei Fan's rhetorical question, He Song shook his head but didn't press further. 

Speculation was one thing, but reality was another. 

Over half a month ago, when he learned that the law enforcement team was coming, he had already anticipated what might happen in the market. 

Otherwise, he wouldn't have left the market, choosing to go to the spiritually sparse outskirts rather than stay inside. 

But when the reality was laid bare before him, He Song, despite his earlier suspicions, decided to ask Wei Fan for details about what had happened over the past two weeks. 

However, Wei Fan's rhetorical question made He Song realize something. 

What had happened was already done. 

No matter what had occurred in the market over the past half month, things were no longer as they had been. 

The bodies of the cultivators who had died in the market had likely already been cleared away. 

In time, the damaged houses in the outskirts would be repaired, and the sparsely populated streets would once again become as bustling as before. 

With the passage of time, everything would fade into obscurity. 

Rather than asking further, it was better to remind himself to be more cautious in the future. 

Only by doing so could he avoid crises and prevent himself from meeting an untimely end. 

As someone seeking immortality, he needed to be more cautious than the average cultivator. 

Having come to this realization, He Song clasped his hands toward Wei Fan and expressed his gratitude. 

"Thank you for clearing things up, Brother Wei. But earlier, you mentioned there was an important matter to discuss..." 

Although he hadn't learned the details of what had happened in the market over the past half month, He Song wasn't too concerned about it now. 

There would be plenty of time to find out later. 

For now, he wanted to know what important matter Wei Fan had in mind. 

He Song hadn't forgotten that Wei Fan had specifically asked him to come see him as soon as he returned to the market, mentioning that there was an important matter to discuss. 

What exactly was this matter? 

"Fellow Daoist, would you like to take up a management position in the Medicinal Hall?" Instead of directly addressing the matter, Wei Fan posed a question to He Song. 

"Medicinal Hall management?" He Song raised an eyebrow but quickly understood. 

Why was Wei Fan asking him this now? 

Could it be... 

"If you're interested, I can put in a request to the higher-ups. With your cultivation at the fifth layer of Qi Refining and your status as a spirit farmer, you'd have a good chance." 

Seeing that He Song seemed to grasp his meaning, Wei Fan added, "Three days ago, a Medicinal Hall supervisor and two managers were killed inside the hall. Their positions are now vacant." 

After hearing Wei Fan's explanation, He Song suddenly understood. 

No wonder. 

No wonder Wei Fan had sent him a message-carrying paper crane as soon as the law enforcement team left. 

It turned out that a Medicinal Hall supervisor and two managers had been killed, leaving their positions open. 

Having been in the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market for over a decade, He Song was well aware of the market's rules. 

The Medicinal Hall, the Technique Pavilion, the Spirit Construction Pavilion... 

These places, which maintained the market's operations, had clearly defined roles. 

Spirit farmers in the Medicinal Hall, receptionists in the Technique Pavilion, and receptionists in the Spirit Construction Pavilion—these roles could be filled by any cultivator and were considered the lowest tier in the market. 

Managers in the Medicinal Hall, Technique Pavilion, and Spirit Construction Pavilion required a certain level of status within the market and were considered mid-tier positions. 

Finally, supervisors in the Medicinal Hall, Technique Pavilion, and Spirit Construction Pavilion required a cultivation level of at least late-stage Qi Refining and were part of the market's upper echelon. 

Of course, the highest authority in the market would always be the Foundation Establishment experts. 

Those below—supervisors, managers, and lower-tier workers—could never reach the top unless they achieved Foundation Establishment. 

For example, Wei Fan was a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator and a supervisor in the Spirit Construction Pavilion, placing him in the market's upper echelon. 

As for Meng Guan in the past, he had been a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator and a manager in the Medicinal Hall, placing him in the mid-tier. 

And now, He Song, despite being a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator, was only a spirit farmer, placing him at the lowest tier. 

There were also exceptions. 

For instance, Ping'er from the Technique Pavilion had become a manager while still at the mid-stage of Qi Refining. 

He Song didn't know the specifics, but he assumed there was a reason for it. 

Management positions in each hall depended on status. Although He Song was at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, he had spent most of his time cultivating and practicing spells, making him practically invisible in the Medicinal Hall. 

Thus, it was natural that he had remained a spirit farmer. 

However, if He Song's cultivation advanced from mid-stage to late-stage Qi Refining, he could immediately become a supervisor in any hall, joining the market's upper echelon. 

Late-stage Qi Refining cultivation was already quite high in a small market like Bamboo Mountain. 

This was why Wei Fan lived so comfortably here. 

The market was small, and to retain late-stage Qi Refining cultivators, it was necessary to offer them certain status and privileges. 

Otherwise, they would all flee to the Immortal City, and who would manage the market? 

"Brother Wei, do you know why these people were killed?" Learning that he suddenly had the opportunity to become a Medicinal Hall manager, He Song wasn't too concerned. 

The position of Medicinal Hall manager wasn't much different from being a spirit farmer, which was why He Song hadn't pursued it earlier. 

What he cared more about was why a Medicinal Hall supervisor and two managers had been killed. 

A supervisor was at least a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator and part of the market's upper echelon. 

Yet, even they had been killed, and inside the Medicinal Hall no less. 

He Song didn't even need to think hard to realize that the law enforcement team must have been involved. 

Otherwise, the killing of a supervisor and two managers would have caused an uproar in the market. 

But now? 

(End of Chapter)