Xianxia :I live for ever in Cultivation World

Ten thousand spirit stones.

For a late-stage Qi Condensation cultivator, this was an unimaginable fortune.

Even if it meant taking risks, he would do so willingly.

Moreover, as a fellow late-stage Qi Condensation cultivator, he felt confident in his ability to handle any fight that might break out.

After all, the other person was just a wandering cultivator.

Even though He Song's cultivation had already reached the eighth layer of Qi Condensation, while his own was only at the seventh layer, how could a mere wandering cultivator compare to him, a steward of a prosperous immortal market with great opportunities?

As Mi Cang recalled the rare opportunity he had stumbled upon in the past, his heart hardened, and a murderous intent surged within him.

Unaware of Mi Cang's thoughts, He Song had no idea that Mi Cang had already set his sights on him.

However, due to Mi Cang's earlier attempt to take his storage pouch, He Song had already grown wary.

After leaving the Spirit Medicine Pavilion, He Song hurried toward the inn at Flame Light Immortal Market.

After paying ten spirit stones to rent the inn for ten days, He Song entered the inn and activated the built-in concealment formation to completely hide his presence.

Once that was done, He Song removed his black robe, casually released a fireball, and burned the robe into ashes.

Then, he circulated his spiritual energy to cleanse his body thoroughly, including both of his storage pouches.

Knowing well that tracking techniques existed in the cultivation world, He Song wasn't about to give anyone a chance.

Under the cleansing of spiritual energy, any tracking marks would be completely erased—whether from his storage pouches or his body.

After finishing these preparations, He Song finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He changed into another black robe, altered his appearance once more, and then descended underground, swiftly moving toward a small valley dozens of miles away.

In He Song's mind, after completing all these steps, he should have been able to eliminate any ordinary tracking marks.

By traveling underground, he could ensure his safety.

Furthermore, heading to the small valley dozens of miles away was part of his plan.

If, after all his precautions at the inn, the other party still managed to find him, the formations in the small valley would come into play.

Once the enemy was trapped, He Song could interrogate them and learn more about the situation.

This way, when he sold spirit rice again in the future, he'd have an extra layer of protection.

After all, in the cultivation world, countless spells existed.

Who knew if someone might lock onto him with a spell, bringing deadly consequences?

According to He Song's previous investigation, Mi Cang's cultivation was only at the seventh layer of Qi Condensation, while He Song himself had already reached the eighth layer.

With the assistance of formations, trapping—or even killing—the opponent shouldn't be too difficult.

He Song had learned the Mountain-Suppressing Sword Art, a technique with astonishing lethality during the Qi Condensation stage.

It was one of the top offensive sword arts among Earth Sect's Qi Condensation cultivators.

With a higher cultivation level, the aid of formations, and the powerful Mountain-Suppressing Sword Art, not to mention his abundant supply of magical artifacts and talismans, He Song felt confident that his preparations were more than enough to deal with a seventh-layer Qi Condensation cultivator.

Feeling reassured, He Song's figure swiftly moved underground, heading toward the small valley dozens of miles away.

Meanwhile, outside the inn at Flame Light Immortal Market, Mi Cang had already changed into a new black robe, concealed his presence, and was hiding in a corner, secretly monitoring the inn.

However, he didn't expect that after He Song entered the inn and activated the concealment formation, the tracking mark Mi Cang had placed on He Song's storage pouch began to flicker and weaken.

This was the effect of the tracking mark being cleansed by spiritual energy.

Ordinary tracking marks were attached to the surface of objects and could be easily washed away by spiritual energy.

That was why He Song always cleansed himself with spiritual energy and burned his black robe after selling spirit rice.

Wei Fan had taught He Song about tracking techniques, including their weaknesses.

Upon noticing this, Mi Cang remained calm despite his growing anxiety.

"Hmph, clever little guy."

"Quite cautious, aren't you?"

"Fortunately, my Seven Fragrance Tracking Technique is no ordinary spell—it's far superior to those sold in the Spirit Skill Pavilion."

The Seven Fragrance Tracking Technique differed from ordinary tracking methods.

While ordinary techniques left marks that disappeared over time, the Seven Fragrance Tracking Technique left behind seven unique scents that lingered on the object for up to seven days—even if the mark itself faded.

Seven days.

That was more than enough.

Confident in his abilities, Mi Cang had no idea what kind of cautious cultivator he was dealing with.

It wasn't until He Song used Earth Traveling Art to leave Flame Light Immortal Market and head toward the small valley dozens of miles away that Mi Cang, still waiting outside the inn, began to sense something was amiss.

When he cast the Seven Fragrance Tracking Technique again and realized the target was no longer in the inn, Mi Cang immediately grew anxious.

"Alright, alright, slipping away right under my nose? Seems this kid has quite a few secrets."

Following the direction indicated by the Seven Fragrance Tracking Technique, Mi Cang quickly gave chase, his anger simmering beneath the surface.

If he hadn't impulsively cast the technique again to confirm He Song's location, He Song might have escaped entirely.

Feeling mocked, Mi Cang directed all his rage toward He Song.

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Moments later, He Song, traveling underground, soon arrived at the valley protected by the Maze Formation and Five Elements Formation.

He planned to stay there for two days.

Two days.

Anyone who intended to pursue him would show up by then.

If no one came after two days, it was unlikely they would come at all, and he could safely move on to the next immortal market to sell his spirit rice.

However, just as He Song settled into the valley, studying the Mist Veil Formation while remaining vigilant, he suddenly sensed that his formation had been triggered.

Realizing this, He Song opened his eyes, a hint of surprise flashing across them.

Had someone already tracked him down within half an hour of his arrival? Who could it be?

Before He Song could investigate, he heard a strange cry.

"Formations? Why are there formations here?"

Following the sound, He Song saw a black-robed figure being blocked by various attacks generated by the Five Elements Formation.

By now, the Five Elements Formation was fully activated, unleashing countless attacks on the black-robed man.

Simultaneously, upon spotting the intruder, He Song activated the Maze Formation to completely obscure the valley.

After securing the area, He Song turned his attention to the black-robed figure, feeling a vague sense of familiarity.

Using the Maze Formation to conceal his presence, he summoned two mid-grade magical artifacts—one offensive and one defensive—and prepared himself fully.

With a thought, He Song unleashed the Mountain-Suppressing Sword Art.

A streak of crimson-golden sword light shot toward the nearby black-robed figure.

In the air, the crimson-golden sword light surged forward with immense power, slicing toward the black-robed man.

At the same time, He Song's figure began to move.

Before the sword struck, He Song had already shifted positions.

In a cultivator's battle, standing still made one an easy target.

Even though He Song had used the Maze Formation to hide his presence, the path of the crimson-golden sword could still reveal his position.

Therefore, even as the sword flew through the air, He Song had already moved away.

The Mountain-Suppressing Sword Art's crimson-golden sword was immensely powerful, and its launch was equally impressive.

Despite He Song's efforts to conceal it with the Maze Formation, the sword's overwhelming aura still alerted the black-robed man inside the Five Elements Formation.

The next moment, the black-robed man glanced at the incoming sword, his face briefly tightening.

A massive green shield appeared beside him.

"Wood Spirit Shield!"

At the sound of his voice, He Song immediately recognized him.

Mi Cang!

The steward from the Spirit Medicine Pavilion who had previously traded with him!

A flash of realization crossed He Song's eyes.

So it was him.

But just as quickly, He Song refocused and directed the crimson-golden sword toward Mi Cang.

However, with the Wood Spirit Shield deployed, Mi Cang was completely protected.

Seeing that his ambush had failed, He Song had no choice but to press on.

Soon, the crimson-golden sword struck the Wood Spirit Shield.

*Clang!*

A loud metallic clash echoed, and He Song felt some of the spiritual energy controlling the sword dissipate.

The sword wavered in the air, but He Song increased his spiritual energy output to stabilize it.

Looking toward Mi Cang, He Song's face lit up with satisfaction.

In front of him, the Wood Spirit Shield had been knocked far away, landing on the distant ground.

With just one strike, the crimson-golden sword had sent the massive shield flying!

Moreover, judging by Mi Cang's expression, he clearly wasn't unscathed.

Seeing this, He Song immediately thought of taking advantage of Mi Cang's weakened state.

At this moment, Mi Cang's face was pale.

Looking at the distant shield and sensing the trembling spiritual energy within his body, a wave of fear surged through him.

Just one strike.

He Song had knocked his Wood Spirit Shield—a mid-grade magical artifact—away and caused his spiritual energy to tremble uncontrollably.

Mi Cang himself was at the seventh layer of Qi Condensation!

Only under the impact of overwhelmingly powerful spiritual energy would a cultivator's internal energy tremble like this, causing their overall strength to drop by twenty percent.

But such an attack that could make his spiritual energy tremble with just one strike was something he had never encountered before—not even during spars with ninth-layer Qi Condensation cultivators.

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(End of Chapter)

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