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Immediately after.

A young man, also wearing Immortal Pavilion internal clothing, appeared in front of He Song.

There was a smile in the man’s eyes, and when he looked at He Song, his gaze carried a hint of warmth, as if he was looking at a family member, making people feel warm and welcomed.

However, He Song could sense a strong spiritual pressure from the other party.

He thought, the cultivation level of this person must be much higher than his own.

Seeing this, He Song hurriedly clasped his hands in greeting.

“Indeed, my name is He Song, and I just became a spiritual plant farmer yesterday. It’s an honor to meet you, sir.”

He Song didn’t hide anything, but instead told the truth.

Having just become a spiritual plant farmer, he didn’t have anything coveted by others. Judging by the appearance of this person, he didn’t seem like someone looking for trouble.

He Song naturally wouldn’t hide anything.

“My name is Wei Fan, and I am the steward of the Spirit Construction Pavilion. Since you are a spiritual plant farmer, you are also part of the Immortal Pavilion family, so there is no need for such formalities.”

A flash of understanding appeared in Wei Fan’s eyes.

As the steward of the Spirit Construction Pavilion, he personally received basically every internal member of the Immortal Pavilion who came to renew their lease.

He had also had contact with many spiritual plant farmers before, and since it was now the busy planting season and the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion had just recruited new ones, it did not surprise him.

“Mr. He, please follow me. There are rules for internal members of the Immortal Pavilion, so there’s no need to mingle with these loose cultivators.”

As Wei Fan spoke, he cast a disdainful glance at a group of loose cultivators in a long line on the other side, the contempt in his eyes flashing for just a moment.

Loose cultivators.

There was a significant gap between them and the internal members of the Immortal Pavilion.

For the sake of cultivation resources, loose cultivators could resort to extreme measures, which is why their mortality rate was always high.

On the other hand, internal members of the Immortal Pavilion had their respective talents, did not need to risk their lives, and therefore had a very low mortality rate.

When faced with a loose cultivator who could die at any moment,

and an Immortal Pavilion internal member with a unique skill and growing cultivation,

his attitude would naturally be completely different.

Even though spiritual plant farmers didn’t get many resources each year, they still wouldn’t die easily.

As time went on, perhaps a Qi Refining mid-stage or even a Qi Refining late-stage expert could emerge.

As for loose cultivators?

Perhaps just after befriending them, they could be dead within a few days.

There was no point in befriending such people; it would be a complete waste of time.

Following Wei Fan’s gaze, He Song saw a group of loose cultivators lining up to pay their spirit stones.

Unlike He Song, the loose cultivators paid at a single counter.

After handing over ten spirit stones, someone from the Spirit Construction Pavilion would take out a ledger to record the place of residence, signifying that they could continue living for another month.

As for the rooms of those who didn’t come to renew and pay their spirit stones, the Law Enforcement Hall would reclaim them.

Expecting to live for free?

There was no chance of that.

Following Wei Fan’s footsteps, He Song was quickly led into an ancient and elegant room.

The exquisite wooden furniture was neatly arranged, with strands of smoke curling up in the air.

The rich and lingering aroma of incense filled the room, causing He Song to feel a distinct sensation as soon as he stepped inside.

However, due to the exceptional security of the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion, He Song hesitated a little before he did not screen the scent out.

Caution was necessary depending on the situation and one’s identity.

His identity was now insignificant.

Moreover, they were inside the Spirit Construction Pavilion.

On top of that, Wei Fan’s cultivation was much higher than He Song’s.

If he continued to screen out the scent, it would risk making a fool of himself, which was undesirable.

Wei Fan didn’t notice anything unusual.

After guiding He Song to take their respective seats in the room, he slowly began to speak.

“Since you have just become a spiritual plant farmer and have no other income, I assume you’re here because of your financial situation.”

“To be honest with you, this situation is very common, and there is a solution. You only need to leave a trace of your aura, and from then on, you won’t need to come here every month. Once a year will suffice.”

As he spoke, Wei Fan turned over his hand, and a contract document appeared on the table in front of He Song.

“Please take a look, Mr. He.”

Wei Fan’s voice was neither slow nor hurried, and his words were fluent. It seemed that he had experienced many such situations before;

Apparently, there were quite a few Immortal Pavilion internal members with financial difficulties like He Song.

He Song gathered himself, bowed to Wei Fan, and only then picked up the contract document in front of him.

His eyes scanned over it,

and he immediately understood why Wei Fan was so adept at dealing with this situation.

Regulations were already in place on the contract document that only required joining the Immortal Pavilion and becoming an internal member. One could then use the annual salary issued by the Immortal Pavilion to pay the rent.

Although spiritual plant farmers didn’t receive an annual salary,

as long as there were no mistakes, the spirit rice harvested from the five-acre spirit field would be bought by the Immortal Pavilion, and there would be an income of 150 spirit stones each year.

After deducting the annual rent of 120 spirit stones, only 30 spirit stones would be left for He Song.

What this contract stated was the agreement that allowed internal members of the Immortal Pavilion to live first and pay the rent later when the annual salary was issued.

Once the aura left on the contract document, even if the cultivator wanted to default, they would be chased down by the Law Enforcement Team, and their debts forcibly settled.action

At that point, it would be fortunate if they didn’t die and only suffered severe damage.

It completely wiped out any thoughts of defaulting on their debts.

Paying on one’s own and having others forcibly drag one back to settle the debts would be an entirely different experience.

“If you agree, Mr. He, just leave your aura on the contract document.”

Wei Fan seemed confident that He Song would do this and wasn’t in a hurry. Instead, he simply stated his intention and then began to make tea.

As the unknown tea leaves began to swirl in the teapot,

He Song left his own aura on the contract document in his hand just as the first cup of tea was placed in front of him.

There was no problem with the contract.

It only changed the original method of prepayment to post-payment.

And from the original monthly payment to the current annual payment.

He Song would still have to pay the same amount of spirit stones, but now it was just more convenient for the Immortal Pavilion internal members.

“Thank you, my friend. This is a good tea.” Lifting the teacup, He Song took a light sip and praised.

Although he didn’t know much about tea, it would be impolite not to drink a cup and praise the tea since it was already placed in front of him.

Wei Fan was the steward of the Spirit Construction Pavilion, and his cultivation level was unknown, but it was higher than He Song’s.

With such a person making tea for him, He Song naturally wouldn’t be discourteous.

So even though he couldn’t tell the quality of the tea, He Song still praised it sincerely.

“Hahaha, Mr. He, there’s no need for that. My lifelong hobby is making friends. As long as you don’t mind this inferior tea, it’s all good.”

It seemed that Wei Fan could see what He Song was thinking, and he laughed.

Immediately after, he poured another cup of tea for He Song.

However, this time,

When he placed the tea in front of He Song, his voice rang out once more.

“Mr. He, do you know Meng Guan from the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion?”