Seeking Immortality In The World Of Cultivation

However.

Just as He Song returned home while cautiously practicing his skills, he suddenly heard faint footsteps coming from his surroundings.

The footsteps came from outside the house, immediately making He Song alert.

For a moment, He Song held his breath and concentrated, his cultivation’s heightened senses at their peak, trying to listen to where these footsteps were coming from.

At the same time, two Thick Earth Amulets quietly appeared in He Song’s hands.

If anything went wrong, He Song could guarantee that he would be able to activate the spirit amulets to protect himself.

After all this, He Song’s mind finally settled down.

Following that, he heard the faint footsteps circling around the periphery of the house next door a few times, stopping for a long time at several places before gradually moving away.

When there was no more movement outside.

He Song’s expression finally relaxed.

The two Thick Earth Amulets that had been held in his hands were put back into his sleeves.

“These sounds… Why do they seem like someone is scouting the area?”

With his guard down, He Song immediately recalled the path of the footsteps in his mind and looked at Lin Cong’s house next door.

He Song’s neighbor was Lin Cong.

Last night, Lin Cong came back heavily injured, and today someone had come to scout the area around his house.

This made He Song think a lot.

Last night, he had heard painful moans and violent coughs coming from Lin Cong’s room next door.

It wasn’t until late at night that the sounds coming from Lin Cong’s room gradually lessened, and now there was no sound at all.

He could hear it.

So could Lin Cong’s other neighbor.

Among the rows of houses, each house has two neighbors, and the sounds from each house can be heard clearly by the others.

In this case.

He Song’s gaze towards his neighbor’s house had become a bit deeper.

It seemed that the person who had come to scout was Lin Cong’s other neighbor.

Could it be that Lin Cong… had already died from his injuries in his room?

Otherwise, how could one explain the long silence in the other party’s room?

A look of eagerness flashed in He Song’s eyes, but he soon dismissed the idea.

Whether Lin Cong was dead or not.

His belongings shouldn’t be taken by himself.

If Lin Cong was still alive and He Song broke in rashly, with Lin Cong’s strong physique and third-tier Qi Refining cultivation, killing him would probably not be much more difficult than killing a chicken.

Breaking into someone’s home and getting killed by the homeowner is self-inflicted, and the Law Enforcement Team wouldn’t have anything to say about it.

Even if Lin Cong was dead and He Song obtained his belongings.

Lin Cong’s other neighbor had already set their sights on them as well.

If he made a move first and took the items, he would likely be targeted by a cultivator whose strength he was uncertain about.

A third-tier Qi Refining cultivator’s belongings were hardly worth it for him to take the risk of offending another cultivator whose strength he couldn’t gauge.

With various thoughts flashing through his mind, He Song reconsidered, and eventually closed his eyes again, continuing to practice the three basic skills he had just learned.

Breath Concealment Formulas.

Spirit Vision Skill.

Sound Transmission Skill.

The practice of these three basic skills was not difficult.

Although the time required for them was longer than the Spirit Rain Skill and Spiritual Arrow Skill, it wasn’t much longer.

It took He Song ten days to practice the Spirit Rain Skill to the point where he could use it normally without damaging its power.

The Spiritual Arrow Skill was the same.

Meanwhile, with the Breath Concealment Formulas, Spirit Vision Skill, and Sound Transmission Skill, He Song felt that it would take half a month to use each skill normally without damaging its power.

Half a month was just an increase of five days compared to the ten days required for the Spirit Rain Skill and Spiritual Arrow Skill.

It seemed that the difficulty of practicing these three basic skills was not too high.

He Song’s first basic skill to practice was the Breath Concealment Formulas.

Not for any other reason.

It was just because the Breath Concealment Formulas could hide his breath, making it difficult for others to detect.

With a thoughtful glance at the house next door, He Song quickly immersed himself in the process of practicing the Breath Concealment Formulas.

…

Time flies.

In a blink of an eye, half a month had passed.

In this half a month, besides practicing the Breath Concealment Formulas, He Song had also taken the time to visit the two seniors he had just met at the Immortal Pavilion.

Spiritual Medicine Pavilion’s Meng Guan and Spirit Construction Pavilion’s Wei Fan.

These two were from the same sect and had known each other for a long time.

Both being insiders of the Immortal Pavilion, though He Song’s cultivation was somewhat low, as a spiritual plant farmer, he still had some worth in making connections.

Moreover, his character had been approved by Wei Fan.

With both parties willing to make friends, He Song and their acquaintances had a smooth relationship.

After a few visits, He Song’s relationship with the two gradually grew closer.

At least, without any interest involved, it was easy for He Song to obtain some information from them.

On this day.

He Song was sitting on a cushion in his house, his breath flickering in and out of existence.

But then, He Song’s breath disappeared without a trace as if he had turned into an unyielding rock, showing no sign of life at all.

“Breath Concealment Formulas, success!” Opening his eyes, a flash of joy crossed He Song’s face.action

With the success of the Breath Concealment Formulas, He Song only needed to think and he could gather all his breath.

As long as he wasn’t seen with the naked eye, He Song would be like a stubborn rock, and no one could feel a trace of his breath.

Hiding his breath.

He Song stood up from the cushion, brewed himself a pot of tea, and took a few satisfying sips.

During these days of visiting Wei Fan and Meng Guan, He Song’s tea-making skills had improved as well.

He was even gifted a set of tea utensils and some tea leaves by Wei Fan so that he could enjoy brewing tea on his own at home.

However, just as He Song was savoring each sip of tea, he once again heard faint footsteps in his ears.

In an instant, He Song’s figure stood still, like a stubborn rock in his room, with only the faint fragrance of tea wafting around his nose, his ears silently listening to the direction of the footsteps.

Half a month had passed, and Lin Cong’s other neighbor had indeed held back.

Until today, He Song hadn’t heard the other party step into Lin Cong’s room.

Every time the footsteps came, they would circle around Lin Cong’s house, stand still in several places for a while, and then quietly leave.

It happened like this every time.

It was extreme caution.

Even He Song, under the other party’s cautious attitude, had higher demands for his own attitude to be careful.

What is caution? This is true caution!

They were willing to scout for half a month just for a small gain.

However, this time seemed to be different.

It seemed that because the person couldn’t sense He Song’s breath, they thought He Song wasn’t home, and this time the scout had become bolder.

The footsteps wandering around the house were not as faint as before.

Listening to the different footsteps in his ears, He Song pondered.

“Could it be that this person didn’t take action before because they sensed that I was still at home? Now that I’ve learned the Breath Concealment Formulas and hidden my breath, they can’t sense my breath, so they’re getting ready to strike?”