Seeking Immortality In The World Of Cultivation

Now that the Illusion Array has been set up, completely concealing the aura of the Spirit-Gathering Array, He Song couldn’t help but sigh in relief.

With this.

He no longer had to worry about exposing his identity as an Array Path Master.

Now that the Illusion Array was in place, even if He Song brought someone into the quiet room, that person would have no idea they were already enveloped within two Array Skills.

They would never have guessed that the unremarkable He Song in front of them was actually an Array Path Master.

The Illusion Array was successfully set up.

He Song left the quiet room and entered his chamber.

Sitting at his desk, He Song made himself a cup of tea.

The faint aroma of tea filled his room.

It helped He Song’s slightly fatigued spirit gradually recover after setting up the arrays.

He took a gentle sip.

Its unusual taste made He Song slightly puzzled.

But soon enough.

Pinger’s figure suddenly flashed through He Song’s mind.

Ping’er of the Spirit Skill Pavilion.

Three years ago, Ping’er had gifted He Song a box of fine tea.

Three years later, He Song brewed a pot of tea with the leaves from that box in his room.

In the blink of an eye, three years had passed.

He just didn’t know if Ping’er, who had personally delivered the box of tea leaves back then, was available at this moment.

Could he fulfill his promise and invite her to share the tea while he drank

alone?

A three-year gap between invitations did seem quite long.

He Song pondered for a moment, and a thin sheet of paper suddenly appeared in his hand.

“Ping’er my fellow Daoist, three years ago, you gifted an humble person like me a box of fine tea, for which I am deeply grateful. However, I was entangled in mundane affairs, distracting my spirit.”

“When I took out that box of fine tea again, I realized how time flies like an arrow, and years swiftly pass by.”

“In the blink of an eye, three years have gone by.”

“I wonder if you have time now, fellow Daoist. Today, I’m enjoying the tea alone, but I worry that I might disappoint the kindness you have shown me.”

He Song.”

Threads of spirit power seeped from He Song’s fingertips, instantly inscribing lines of words on the thin paper.

After making sure everything was correct, He Song casually pointed at it.

In an instant, a sound-transmitting paper crane soared into the sky, flying towards the distance.

In the distance…

Spirit Skill Pavilion.

On the second floor,

Ping’er, who was in the midst of her usual cultivation, suddenly opened her eyes.

In her beautiful eyes, there was a hint of confusion. She looked at the sound -transmitting paper crane in front of her.

Sound-transmitting paper crane?

In the Immortal Pavilion, Pinger was only familiar with the people from the Spirit Skill Pavilion.

If people from the Spirit Skill Pavilion wanted to find her, they would just come directly.

Why would someone use the Sound Transmission Skill to contact her?

With confusion and puzzlement, Ping’er released a bit of her own Qi.

Immediately, she saw that the once glowing sound-transmitting paper crane instantly transformed into a thin sheet of paper.

As the thin paper fell into her hands, lines of writing immediately appeared.

“So, he’s not dead…”

After finishing the letter, a sudden realization flashed in Ping’er’s eyes.

Three years had passed without seeing him,

She thought that He Song had died somewhere.

Otherwise, in these three years, he should have contacted her.

She knew that the small box of tea leaves she had given away at that time was quite valuable.

But she patiently waited, and He Song’s messages never came.bender

However, reaching out to He Song directly might have made him think she wanted to profit from her kindness, so she didn’t do that.

As a result, three years went by, and deep down, she even thought that her previous efforts were wasted, and He Song, whom she had wanted to befriend, might have already died somewhere.

But now.

Looking at the paper in her hand and the lines of handwriting on it.

She suddenly realized.

It turned out that He Song did not die, but had forgotten about her.

Heartache.

However, she quickly took a deep breath, composed her thoughts, and calmly took out a piece of paper.

“Mr. He has invited me, how can I refuse as a young woman? I don’t know where you are, but I will come immediately.”

“Pinger.”

After receiving Ping’er’s reply, He Song thought about it and decided to set the meeting place in a tea house within the Immortal Pavilion.

“I’ll be waiting for you at the Flowers Tea House.”

However, after releasing the sound-transmitting paper crane, He Song pondered for a moment and quickly placed some Thick Earth Amulet where he could easily pick them up.

He then left and headed straight for the location of the Flowers Tea House.

Inviting someone to his home.

That was absolutely impossible.

Let alone the fact that they had only met three times before, this would make it the fourth meeting.

Even if they had met a hundred and eighty times and become good friends, He Song would think twice before inviting someone to his home.

Now the times are different from the past.

Back then, there were no secrets at home, and inviting someone there was no problem.

Now, with the two Array Skills operating in his home, if someone discovered something suspicious, he would likely be targeted by countless cultivators.

This was a risk He Song did not dare to take.

Flowers Tea House.

Named after its signature Flowers Tea.

Flowers Tea, made from a hundred flower petals with peculiar fragrances.

Once brewed, the floral scent fills the air, as if one is surrounded by a sea of flowers, refreshing both mind and spirit.

When drank, the sweet taste lingers on the lips for three days.

Unfortunately, it is not spirit tea. In the mortal world, Flowers Tea may be worth a fortune.

But in Immortal Pavilion, the price is not too high.

Upon arriving at the Flowers Tea House.

He Song casually entered a private room, and after ordering a pot of Flowers Tea to be set aside, he took out the tea leaves from Ping’er’s box and slowly started to brew the tea.

A moment later.

The scent of tea filled the entire private room.

Ping’er arrived.

Today, Ping’er was no longer dressed in the signature clothes of Spirit Skill Pavilion but instead wore a light green mana robe.

The light green mana robe, along with some ornaments, made Ping’er look very different from He Song’s impressions.

This attire made Ping’er’s already beautiful face even more charming, and her figure even more graceful.

Indeed, clothes make the man.

He Song secretly praised her in his heart, but his face did not reveal anything.

Inviting Ping’er for a drink was just because he suddenly remembered the incident three years ago, and he wanted to see what Ping’er was really up to.

As for the other things, he did have a few questions.

“Mr. He, I’ve waited for a full three years just for this pot of tea.”, said Ping’er as she sat in front of He Song. Her beautiful eyes stared straight at He Song, revealing a pitiful expression.

Three years.

How many sets of three years are there in one’s life?

Looking at He Song leisurely brewing tea in front of her, Ping’er had mixed feelings.

She never expected that she would wait for so long after sending a gift and wanting to make friends, only getting a response after three years.

However, meeting He Song face to face, a glint flashed in Ping’er’s eyes, and her beautiful eyes suddenly took on a hint of surprise.

Her previous dissatisfaction was suppressed by the surprise.

How did this man… improve his cultivation even faster than herself? In just three short years, he had broken through to the fifth-tier Qi Refining stage.

It should be noted that when they met three years ago, He Song had just broken through to the fourth-tier of Qi Refining.

At that time, she could even sense the spirit power fluctuations on He Song’s body due to his recent breakthrough..