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Chapter 155 - 155: 154: Becoming an Evil Cultivator

Pavilion.

Flame Light Immortal Pavilion.

It was hundreds of miles away from the spirit field where He Song was.

He Song activated his Mountain Wind Riding Skill and quickly moved forward, but it took quite some time before he finally arrived at the outskirts of the

Flame Light Immortal Pavilion.

However.

Upon arriving at the outskirts of the Flame Light Immortal Pavilion, He Song did not hastily enter the pavilion.

Instead, he stopped tens of miles away from the Flame Light Immortal Pavilion.

Concealed in a hidden valley, after giving it some thought, He Song quickly set up an array formation.

As              continuously formed seals, the Array Foundation flew in all directions.

Soon.

An Illusion Array.

A Five Phases Array.

In total, two array formations were successfully set up by He Song.

He turned this hidden valley, which was only tens of miles away from the Flame Light Immortal Pavilion, into his temporary base and controlled the two arrays, completely covering the valley before finally breathing a sigh of relief.

His gaze looked towards the direction of the Flame Light Immortal Pavilion in the distance.

Setting up an array formation tens of miles away from the Flame Light Immortal Pavilion was not because He Song wanted to stay here permanently.

It was only because He Song currently had a bit too much spirit rice on him.

Two hundred and twenty thousand jin of spirit rice.

Once all of it was sold, at least 20,000 spirit stones would be received.

20,000 spirit stones.

Not to mention Qi-refining late-stage cultivators, even Early Foundation Establishment Masters would be tempted when suddenly seeing so many spirit stones.

Although He Song had already decided that one pavilion could handle at most 110,000 jin of spirit rice, and he had to quickly move away with 10,000 spirit stones in hand to another pavilion.

However, such a practice might inevitably draw attention.

Even if he only sells 110,000 jin of spirit rice, He Song would still receive at least 10,000 spirit stones.

Ten thousand spirit stones.

It was a number carefully decided upon after He Song had given it much thought.

This number.

Fell right within the range where Foundation Establishment Masters wouldn’t care, but late-stage Qi-refining cultivators might not necessarily be able to keep their eyes on He Song.

In the cultivation world, there were countless strange and fascinating skills.

No matter how cautious He Song was, he couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t be caught off guard at times.

Therefore, just in case, He Song simply set up an array formation here.

If someone was really watching him.

As long as it wasn’t a Foundation Establishment Master.

With the Five Phases Array and Illusion Array, even if He Song couldn’t beat them, he could still retreat calmly once they entered the array.

In this way, another layer of insurance was added to his safety.

If he could win… perhaps He Song would transform into an Evil Cultivator and happily accept the opponent’s storage bag.

After all, He Song would never appear in his true form from beginning to end, and the name he used would usually be Han Feiyu or Lin Fan.

What does Han Feiyu or Lin Fan killing people have to do with me, He Song?

After setting up two array formations in the valley, He Song’s body submerged underground and quickly sped towards the location of the Flame Light Immortal Pavilion.

When he was only a few miles away from the Flame Light Immortal Pavilion, He Song’s figure appeared on the ground.

He Song at this moment.

He was wearing a black robe.

He had no aura at all.

His appearance had also been changed long ago.

In this way, when figure entered the Flame Light Immortal Pavilion, no one would think that this person, who had just entered the pavilion, was actually carrying a huge resource of 220,000 jin of spirit rice.

Entering the Flame Light Immortal Pavilion.

After checking the map in the Flame Light Immortal Pavilion, He Song quickly walked towards the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion.

Spiritual Medicine Pavilion.

As soon as He Song stepped inside and revealed a hint of late-stage Qi-refining spiritual pressure, someone suddenly appeared in front of him.

“I am Mi Cang, a steward of this place. I apologize for the inconvenience, fellow Daoist, please come in to the VIP room.”

As soon as his words fell, Mi Cang in front of him bowed his hand to He Song and led the way ahead, quickly guiding He Song into the VIP room.

In the VIP room.

Traces of tea fragrance filled the air, causing He Song to raise his eyebrows slightly.

Why is this Green Immortal Spirit Tea everywhere?

It was in Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion, Spirit Rabbit Immortal

Mansion, and even in the Flame Light Immortal Pavilion, the tea was present. Could it be that this Green Immortal Spirit Tea, which can increase some cultivation, is a must-have in the VIP room of every Immortal Pavilion?

Or is it…

That the Thick Earth Sect had a high output of Green Immortal Spirit Tea that could supply all the pavilions under its jurisdiction?

He Song, who had never paid attention to this matter before, recalled the output of Green Immortal Spirit Tea in the Thick Earth Sect at this moment.

However, He Song’s thoughts were soon interrupted by Mi Cang in front of him.

“What name does this fellow Daoist go by? Would you like to purchase some spirit grass or spirit flowers?”

Seeing that He Song was interested in the Green Immortal Spirit Tea after being led into the VIP room, Mi Cang decided to ask the question.

The Green Immortal Spirit Tea was precious, and even he didn’t have the authority to give it away.

Therefore, he had to interrupt the interest of the person in front of him and ask him what he had come here for.

“I am Lin Fan, a loose cultivator, here to sell some spirit rice. I don’t need any spirit grass or spirit flowers.”

Not minding the interruption, He Song stated his purpose and placed a storage bag on the table in front of him.

This storage bag contained 110,000 jin of spirit rice.

The other storage bag on He Song’s body, in addition to 110,000 jin of spirit rice, also contained his daily necessities.

Storage bags were too expensive.

Even in the Thick Earth Sect, He Song spent a full 1,000 spirit stones to buy a storage bag.

This was also the reason why He Song decided to sell the spirit rice once every two years.

Storage bags were too expensive, and buying one to store spirit rice every year would cost He Song a lot of spirit stones.

In this way, it was better to only buy two and leave the sect to sell spirit rice once every two years.

Although it was a bit more troublesome.

But at least he didn’t have to spend so many spirit stones.

On the side.

Seeing He Song take out a storage bag, Mi Cang nodded and took the bag. However, as he checked the amount of spirit rice in the bag, Mi Cang’s

eyebrows suddenly raised.

A large storage bag? 110,000 jin of spirit rice?

His eyes discreetly swept over He Song’s figure, causing Mi Cang’s heart to tremble.

This person hid his identity, and he was not as simple as he appeared to be. That thought flashed through his mind, but there was no shock on Mi Cang’s face, as it seemed calm as ever.

But no one knew what he was thinking inside.

By the time he put down the storage bag in his hand, no trace of abnormality remained.

“Fellow Daoist Lin, there are a total of 110 ,ooo jin of spirit rice here. The Spiritual Medicine Pavilion takes a 10% profit, and you can get 9,900 spirit stones in total.”

“What are your thoughts, Lin Daoist?”

With the storage bag on the table, Mi Cang asked.

On the other side of the table.

He Song’s face remained unchanged, but upon hearing Mi Cang’s words, a hint of surprise emerged in his heart.

What’s going on?