Seeking Immortality In The World Of Cultivation - Chapter 44
Chapter 44: Chapter 44: Astonishingly Bold
Translator: 549690339
On the side.
After listening for a while, Wei Fan, who finally understood the whole situation, had a gradually strange expression on his face.
He pointed at He Song in front of him.
Then he pointed towards the direction of the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion. After going back and forth several times,
Wei Fan, with an expression as if he was being teased, finally understood the ins and outs of the whole matter.
“I was just wondering how could you, being so cautious usually, suddenly offend someone? It turns out that your friend did an ill-favored favor, making you offend Chen Zhou.”
Unable to restrain his laughter, Wei Fan continued speaking, but the amusement in his eyes could not be hidden.
Anyone would be dumbfounded by this kind of unwarranted disaster.
Chen Zhou suddenly had his spirit field taken away, and now has to travel to two different places every day to use the Spirit Rain Skill, wasting much more time than before.
However, since the spirit field was kindly given to He Song by his friend, it was impossible to return it to Chen Zhou.
Both sides had their own difficulties, making it impossible to return to the way things were.
In this way, the grudge between He Song and Chen Zhou was completely solidified.
One was a fourth- tier of Qi Refining loose cultivator.
The other was a fourth-tier of Qi Refining Immortal Pavilion cultivator.
It was clear at a glance who was stronger.
And He Song, who was well aware of his own limitations and knew he couldn’t defeat his opponent, had come to seek help to deal with this trouble.
The fighting power of an Immortal Pavilion cultivator was indeed unmatched by a loose cultivator.
If Chen Zhou really wanted revenge, He Song could only be on guard all the time.
However, there is no such thing as a constant precaution against a thief.
If He Song were to be caught off guard,
He might even lose his life.
Considering He Song’s cautious nature, he wouldn’t give Chen Zhou such an opportunity.
Even if he didn’t want to, he would probably have to strike first.
After understanding this, the look in Wei Fan’s eyes when he looked at He Song suddenly appeared a bit mocking.
“Although it’s an unwarranted disaster, since you’ve come to me, you must have a plan. Why don’t you tell me? As long as it’s feasible, I can help.”
Once Wei Fan knew that He Song was not in any immediate danger, he became more relaxed.
He handed He Song a cup of tea.
Wei Fan’s eyes flickered.
With his many years of understanding of his good friend, he could even guess what He Song was going to say next.
However, he still wanted to hear it from He Song’s mouth.
After all, this was the first time He Song had sought help from him.
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“I would like to ask Brother Wei to investigate. If Chen Zhou has no intention of taking revenge and is weak in usual days, then let it go. If he does… I’ll have to rely on Brother Wei.”
“When the time comes, I will have my friend in the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion remove his name from the list of spiritual plant farmers, making him a loose cultivator once again. It won’t be too late for Brother Wei to take action then.”
After taking the teacup from Wei Fan, He Song put it down and without any hesitation, he told Wei Fan what he had in mind.
Up until now, He Song was still unsure whether Chen Zhou was genuinely pretending or if he was truly weak.
That’s why he had to ask Wei Fan to investigate.
If Chen Zhou was really as weak as He Song had seen and had no intentions of revenge, then sparing his life wouldn’t be an issue.
However, if Chen Zhou was not weak during their usual encounters and his weakness was feigned, or if he had intentions of revenge, then He Song would have no choice but to ask Wei Fan to take the initiative.
At the same time, if they were to take action, He Song would ask Zhao Lin for help and remove Chen Zhou’s name from the list of spiritual plant farmers.
Then, Chen Zhou would no longer be an internal cultivator of Immortal Pavilion, but a loose cultivator.
Killing amongst cultivators within the Immortal Pavilion was strictly forbidden.
If caught, the offenders would have their cultivation base removed and be thrown out of Immortal Pavilion.
However, if a cultivator from the Immortal Pavilion killed a loose cultivator, as long as it was not within Immortal Pavilion, no one would pursue the matter. Even if the law enforcement team knew you did it, they wouldn’t care.
In the Cultivation World, it is the law of the jungle.
The Immortal Pavilion Law Enforcement Team only ensures the safety within the Immortal Pavilion and the killing among the cultivators inside. They don’t care about the loose cultivators who die in large numbers.
Nor will anyone else care.
Every year, countless loose cultivators die in the outside world, and nobody cares about one or two more.
Before coming here, He Song had already thought of everything.
Now, all he needed to do was to wait for Wei Fan’s probing results before they could take action.
“Ah, fellow Daoist, you are too cautious. If it were me, Chen Zhou would have been slapped to death the moment I noticed something wrong.” Wei Fan obviously disagreed with He Song’s response.
Originally, he thought He Song would let him take action directly and kill the man named Chen Zhou with one palm.
Only in this way could it be called decisive and swift.
However, he didn’t expect He Song to ask him to investigate first, and then decide according to the situation.
Even when taking action, he needed He Song’s other friend to remove Chen Zhou’s name from the spiritual plant farmers before he could make a move.
This… was too troublesome.
Although this could minimize the possibility of killing the wrong person and the hidden dangers after killing, it seemed too cautious.
But after thinking about it, Wei Fan let it go.
Isn’t this just the way his friend is?
If He Song weren’t cautious, he wouldn’t be himself.
“Fellow Daoist, please wait in my courtyard for a moment. I’ll go to the Spirit Construction Pavilion first to check where Chen Zhou lives. After that, I’ll investigate and you can wait for my return.”
As he spoke, Wei Fan had already stood up, ready to leave, but soon he stopped again.
He turned his head to look at He Song.
After thinking for a moment, Wei Fan still handed He Song several Defense Spirit Amulets.
“Take these spirit amulets for now, my friend. I’m worried that Chen Zhou might be bold enough to come looking for you.”
Only after He Song took the spirit amulets did Wei Fan feel relieved and leave.
In the small courtyard’s loft.
Watching Wei Fan’s departing figure.
Looking at the Defense Spirit Amulets in his hand, He Song shook his head helplessly.
He immediately recognized that these amulets were the ones Wei Fan had bought for himself to protect his body three years ago.
However, he didn’t expect that they would not be used back then.
Now, these amulets had unexpectedly ended up in his hands.
Shaking his head, He Song decided to return the amulets to Wei Fan after his return.
These amulets were high-level ones, and only a Qi-refining late stage cultivator like Wei Fan could truly unleash their power. If they were used for himself, it would be wasteful.
Spirit Construction Pavilion.
After leaving his small courtyard, Wei Fan quickly went to the Spirit Construction Pavilion.
Ignoring the respectful salutes of the cultivators around him.
Wei Fan went straight to the ledger used by the Spirit Construction Pavilion to record the residences of the cultivators within the Immortal Pavilion.
Holding the ledger, Wei Fan went up to the second floor and his gaze quickly scanned through it.
“He Song, currently residing at No. 13 House, Piercing Cloud Street, in the Second District of the Immortal Pavilion’s outer ring.”
“Su Jin, currently residing at No. 31 House, Mountains Street, in the First District of the Immortal Pavilion’s outer ring.”
“Chen Zhou, currently residing at No. 7 House, Ink Street, in Ding District of the Immortal Pavilion’s outer ring.”
As his gaze swept over the names and residences, Wei Fan’s eyes quickly stopped on the name Chen Zhou.
“Chen Zhou, No. 7 House, Ink Street, Ding District..”
