Seeking Immortality In The World Of Cultivation

He wouldn’t have thought of that before He Song spoke up.

As he pondered these thoughts, a hint of admiration appeared in Wei Fan’s eyes when he looked at He Song.

This was someone who genuinely considered his friends’ well-being.

No wonder he was such a good friend for the past five years!

On the other side.

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

He had thought that He Song wanted to persuade him again at first, and he had already prepared his refusal.

But to his surprise, He Song didn’t try to persuade him. Instead, he offered to help him deal with his worries.

This…

Glancing at Wei Fan, who remained silent, he looked back at the sincere He Song.

A warmth formed in Meng Guan’s heart.

Although his aptitude might have been lacking, the friends he had made were top-notch.

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

“I was raised in Thick Earth Mansion and have no relatives. Besides the two of you as my good friends in Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion, I don’t have any partners, so there’s no need for the trouble.”

“But if I achieve great things in the future, I will never forget the two of you!” In the end, Meng Guan stood up and deeply bowed to He Song and Wei Fan.

Seeing this, both He Song and Wei Fan hastily stood up as well.

They returned the bow.

When they sat down again, the three of them talked casually, but each had their own thoughts.

Meng Guan envisioned his future.

After today, he would resign as the manager of the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion in Immortal Pavilion.

He would go to the Red Spirit Gold Mine to mine spirit stones, save them up and buy a Breakthrough Elixir in Green Wall Immortal City after he had enough of them.

With the means he had accumulated over the years, he was confident in his success rate.

Once he broke through to seventh-tier Qi Refining, reaching the Qi-refining late stage.action

He believed that he could become a powerhouse among Red Spirit Gold.

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

At that time…

Even if he couldn’t catch a glimpse of the Foundation Establishment Realm, a Qi-refining late stage Loose Cultivator would still live well even if he lost his status as an inner disciple of the Immortal Pavilion and left the Red Spirit Gold Mine.

This was his plan; as long as he could break through to the Qi-refining late stage as soon as possible, the sky would be the limit.

Meanwhile, Wei Fan was worried about Meng Guan’s relatively poor aptitude and the fact that he had been stuck at sixth-tier Qi Refining for a while, wanting to take risks to change his destiny.

But his spirit roots were only four spirits roots, making it incredibly difficult to reach the Foundation Establishment Realm. Would he go or not if he were given a chance to take risks when he’s over fifty?

He had this in mind.

Meng Guan needed to take risks.

In the future…

Unaware of what was on the minds of the other two, He Song didn’t think much at the moment.

Meng Guan had made up his mind and couldn’t be persuaded.

He offered to help take care of any potential concerns, but Meng Guan had no family and thus had no concerns.

In this case…

Since he had tried his best but still couldn’t change the outcome, there was no need for him to interfere anymore.

Although he knew that the Red Spirit Gold Mine was dangerous…

That was where Meng Guan wanted to go.

No amount of persuasion could stop him.

So be it. He hoped that Meng Guan, favored by fortune, would turn misfortune into blessing.

With Meng Guan’s sixth-tier Qi Refining, He Song thought there was still a little hope.

…

After a hearty chat,

The three of them each went their separate ways.

Walking along the bustling street, He Song let out a slight sigh.

His footsteps paused briefly but immediately continued toward his home.

Today, he had received quite a few messages.

He needed to go home and sort them out to see if there were any connections between them.

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

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

With so much on his mind,

He Song quickly returned home.

Making himself a pot of tea, he sat down at the only table in his house.

Five years had passed, but his surroundings hadn’t changed, with no additional furniture or missing items.

Everything seemed to be as it was five years ago.

Aside from his cultivation progress from first-tier Qi Refining to third-tier Qi Refining, nothing else seemed to have changed.

“Meng Guan is about to step down from his role as the manager of the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion. This position has nothing to do with me. Although the annual salary is high, I am too weak to compete for it.”

He had found out about Meng Guan’s impending departure in advance.

But this news had little value to He Song.

On the contrary, He Song no longer had any acquaintances in the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion due to Meng Guan’s departure.

However, with the support of Wei Fan, who was in the late stage of Qi Refining, He Song was not worried that someone in the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion would give him any trouble even after Meng Guan left.

Basically, Meng Guan’s departure did no good or significant harm to He Song.

That’s it.

As he thought so, He Song sighed again in his heart.

The gatherings of the three friends from the Spirit Construction Pavilion would probably be reduced to just two.

He had been friends with Meng Guan for five years, but their future meetings remained uncertain.

This sudden realization left He Song feeling somewhat lost.

But soon, he recovered.

“There will be plenty more of these in the future. Just get used to it.” A glint of light flashed in his eyes as He Song secretly thought.

As an everlasting being, he would surely experience many more farewells like this one.

At first, he would indeed feel a little disappointed.

But as he experienced more of them, he would naturally accept them.

As He Song thought, he began to sort through the various pieces of information he knew in his mind.

He tried to deduce whether Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion was an appropriate place to continue living by analyzing the information he had.

This was something He Song did every month.

Even though it seemed a bit redundant, it actually helped him avoid many troubles.

“The Red Spirit Gold Mine seems to be troublesome. Even the Thick Earth Sect wants to mine it quickly to avoid any risks. I’ll observe the situation first. If things go south, I’ll make a quick escape.”

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

Recently, there haven’t been many severe incidents or major events around Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion.

Aside from the Red Spirit Gold Mine, the overall situation was relatively calm.

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

Once things looked unfavorable, he could make a quick escape.

After making preparations for a possible departure, He Song pondered for a moment before finally closing his eyes and starting his cultivation.

Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, a night had passed.

The next morning,

He Song was still cultivating when a paper crane flew through the window at an incredible speed and stopped in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The paper crane’s wings flapped as waves of spirit power emerged from its body, instantly waking up the cultivating He Song.