Xianxia :I live for ever in Cultivation World

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The last time He Song sold one hundred and ten thousand pounds of spirit rice, the steward of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion at the Ten Thousand Blossoms Immortal Market had added an extra hundred spirit stones to the price but showed no intention of taking a cut. 

Afterward, he didn't pursue He Song either. 

Now, the steward of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion at the Flame Light Immortal Market gave him a fair price and also showed no intention of taking a cut. 

Are people really this upright nowadays? 

Or was it that the things He Song experienced at the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market and the Spirit Rabbit Immortal Market were the anomalies? 

He didn't know that when he was at the Ten Thousand Blossoms Immortal Market, the steward of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion had indeed pursued him but was scared off by the stolen goods He Song had handled. 

Because of that, He Song unknowingly avoided a disaster. 

Otherwise, the last time he sold spirit rice, He Song would have tasted what it felt like to be chased for the first time. 

With a hint of confusion in his eyes, He Song couldn't quite figure it out. 

In the end, he stopped thinking about it. 

Nodding slightly, he said, "Alright, then let's go with the price you suggested, Mi." 

He Song agreed verbally. 

After all, before leaving the Flame Light Immortal Market, he would definitely get rid of his current disguise, change his appearance at an inn, and leave the area using the Earth Traveling Art. 

If he was still being targeted after doing all that, 

then He Song would have no choice but to retreat to the secluded valley dozens of miles away and wait for whoever was chasing him. 

But he wondered, 

what expression would the pursuer have when they stepped into the formation? 

He imagined it would be quite entertaining. 

Formations weren't something everyone could set up, nor could everyone break them. 

Ordinary wandering cultivators, disciples of immortal markets, even family heirs or sect disciples—if they entered the formation without understanding it, 

with the Five Elements Formation's offensive and defensive capabilities, 

if their strength wasn't significantly higher than He Song's, they would be worn down to death by him. 

Additionally, the Maze Formation on the perimeter could block sounds and scents from within the Five Elements Formation. 

No one would discover it. 

Thus, the two formations He Song set up before entering the market were enough to handle a lot of trouble for him. 

Seeing He Song agree, Mi Cang nodded calmly. 

"In that case, I'll first store the spirit rice and then fetch the spirit stones for you. Please wait a moment, Fellow Daoist Lin." 

After speaking, Mi Cang picked up He Song's storage pouch and prepared to leave. 

This action made He Song raise an eyebrow. 

Previously, 

He Song had sold spirit rice several times, 

but almost no one took his storage pouch without handing over the spirit stones first. 

Yet now, 

before giving the spirit stones, Mi Cang wanted to take his storage pouch? 

In the cultivation world, 

money and goods exchanged hands simultaneously— 

that was the rule. 

Did the Flame Light Immortal Market not understand this basic principle? 

"Wait a moment, Mi. What do you mean by this? Are you planning to ignore the rule of exchanging money and goods at the same time?" 

A cold glint flashed in He Song's eyes as he stood up and directly blocked Mi Cang. 

For a moment, 

the VIP lounge became so quiet that a pin drop could be heard. 

He Song intercepted Mi Cang, and several high-grade Earth Talismans already appeared between his fingers. 

If the situation turned unfavorable, He Song would activate them to protect himself. 

No one wanted to make a move against a late-stage Qi Condensation cultivator in an immortal market, even if the person was just a wandering cultivator. 

He Song taking out these talismans was merely a precaution. 

Mi Cang, who had intended to leave, froze in place at this moment. 

Glancing at the high-grade Earth Talismans between He Song's fingers, Mi Cang's expression changed slightly. 

Then, he hurriedly placed the storage pouch back on the table. 

"No, no, no, Fellow Daoist Lin misunderstood. The Spirit Medicine Pavilion's transactions are usually handled this way. But if you're unwilling, I can fetch the spirit stones first and then exchange them with you hand-to-hand." 

As he spoke, Mi Cang waved his hand, acting as if everything was perfectly reasonable. 

Looking at his completely natural demeanor, if He Song hadn't personally been in the Spirit Medicine Pavilion before, he might have believed Mi Cang's lies. 

But now wasn't the time to confront him. 

The priority was to sell his one hundred and ten thousand pounds of spirit rice. 

Other matters were secondary. 

Seeing that Mi Cang had put the storage pouch down, He Song nodded and walked forward to pick it up. 

After checking it and confirming that the spirit rice inside was intact, He Song finally spoke. 

"In that case, Mi, go fetch the spirit stones. I'll wait here for your return." 

Holding the storage pouch, He Song sat down in the VIP lounge and began waiting. 

Meanwhile, 

after hearing He Song's words, Mi Cang also bowed slightly to He Song and left the VIP lounge. 

Inside the VIP lounge, 

once Mi Cang left, He Song immediately opened the door and stepped outside. 

The space inside the VIP lounge was too cramped, making it difficult to maneuver. 

If Mi Cang's departure wasn't to fetch the spirit stones but to call for reinforcements, 

He Song might be trapped in this tiny VIP lounge, at the mercy of others. 

Rather than worrying constantly, it was better to come outside and not give Mi Cang any opportunity. 

After completing the transaction outside, He Song could turn around and leave. 

He didn't need to worry about Mi Cang posing any further threat afterward. 

After all, 

every time He Song sold spirit rice, he was extremely cautious. 

Changing his appearance at an inn, burning his clothes, and leaving the area using the Earth Traveling Art were all standard procedures. 

If even that couldn't shake off the pursuer, 

He Song had already prepared formations in advance. 

However, if it came to that, He Song would have to interrogate the pursuer about how they managed to track him to the valley. 

It didn't take long for He Song to wait. 

Soon, 

Mi Cang returned with the spirit stones. 

Seeing He Song standing outside the VIP lounge, a flicker of surprise passed through Mi Cang's eyes, but he didn't dwell on it. 

Money and goods exchanged hands. 

Once the transaction was complete, He Song's storage pouch instantly gained nine thousand nine hundred spirit stones. 

With the spirit stones in hand, He Song paid no attention to Mi Cang's expression and promptly bid farewell and left. 

He couldn't stay here any longer. 

After selling the spirit rice, he had no other business to attend to in this place. 

It was better to find an inn, change his appearance, and leave directly. 

Moreover, He Song didn't plan to visit the Flame Light Immortal Market again in the future. 

There was no need to pretend friendliness with Mi Cang anymore. 

And just as He Song strode out of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion, 

inside the pavilion, Mi Cang revealed a faint smile. 

"I didn't expect this kid to be quite cautious." 

"But my skills are superior. After mastering tracking techniques, I can execute them quickly. I doubt he noticed anything." 

"This way, I can track him anytime, waiting until he leaves the market…" 

A cold gleam flashed in Mi Cang's eyes as he turned and quickly left the Spirit Medicine Pavilion, heading somewhere unknown. 

Tampering with He Song's storage pouch 

was a plan Mi Cang had devised early on after learning that He Song was a wandering cultivator who sold one hundred and ten thousand pounds of spirit rice. 

For someone like He Song, who concealed his identity yet was unusually wealthy, if Mi Cang didn't act, wouldn't he be letting others benefit? 

Better to benefit himself than others. 

(End of Chapter)

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