Seeking Immortality In The World Of Cultivation

13 Chapter 13: Waiting for a Long Time
Translator: 549690339
A thought flashed through his mind.

He Song lowered his head to look at the teacup in front of him, speechless in his heart.

It seemed.

The other party was not really cautious.

Instead, they sensed his presence, so they didn’t dare to take action all this time.

It might be because they were worried that he would ambush them when they made a move, or because they were worried that Lin Cong wasn’t dead.

But now it seemed.

It was very likely that the other party would make a move today.

He Song carefully listened to the footsteps in the room next door while holding the teacup without any movement.

He heard faint footsteps circling the house, then stopping at the window of the adjacent room.

A moment of pause.

Creak~

With a faint sound, He Song suddenly realized that the window of Lin Cong’s house had been opened by someone.

With the window opened.

The person who had been scouting for half a month quickly entered the room.

Closing the window.

Afterward, the surroundings became quiet.

He Song was not anxious, still holding the teacup and listening quietly.

He was waiting.

Waiting for the other party to succeed and leave.

Or for Lin Cong to take action and kill the other party.

No matter how the situation developed, it wouldn’t have a big impact on He Song, so he naturally wouldn’t care too much.

Next door.

A thin man dressed in a long robe gently closed the window behind him, shutting out most of the noise from outside.

His eyes scanning the room, the man quickly moved towards the only quiet chamber in the room.

The rented houses in the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion had an outer room with windows and a quiet chamber.

The outer room was made of ordinary wood for entertaining guests and daily living.

The quiet chamber was built of soundproof wood for daily cultivation and skill practice, without worrying about being disturbed.

Almost every house was designed like this.

So the man was quite familiar with the layout.

The sound of his footsteps was barely audible as he approached the quiet chamber with a fine steel dagger in hand, treading carefully.

“Half a month’s time, if this person is dead, the body in the quiet chamber should not have started to smell rotten yet. However, that guy from next door stays in his room all day doing who knows what, making me wait for half a month in vain. If there’s a chance next time…”

As he approached the quiet chamber, a trace of viciousness flashed in the man’s eyes.

But then, he shook his head.

“Forget it, that guy is an inside man from the Immortal Pavilion. If I kill him, I won’t be able to stay in the Immortal Pavilion either. But thankfully, he’s not home today. I’ll gladly take this person’s possessions!”

With such calculations in his heart, a thick greed appeared in the man’s eyes as he looked at the quiet chamber.

The possessions of a third-tier Qi Refining practitioner.

That should be worth at least a few dozen spirit stones, right?

He knew very well that Lin Cong looked strong and was no ordinary cultivator.

It was difficult to open the door of a quiet chamber from the outside when it was closed.

But it was not difficult for a cultivating immortal.

In a situation where they didn’t need to worry about being disturbed, it was quite easy for a cultivator to break into a quiet chamber.

However, the sound might attract the attention of people nearby.

That was why he had waited for He Song to leave before starting to act.

Screech~ Screech~

With a teeth-gnashing sound, the door of the quiet chamber was slowly pried open.

However.

Just as the door of the quiet chamber was pried open and everything inside was exposed to the man’s eyes, a sense of horror instantly surged in his heart.

“I’ve been waiting for you for quite some time.” Lin Cong sneered as he spoke, his large hand like a fan fiercely grabbing the man’s neck.

With his other hand, he gently made a seal.

A ray of sword light instantly severed both the man’s hands and feet.

Right after, a long sword artifact, controlled by Lin Cong, pointed at the man’s incredibly horrified eyes.

The intense pain in his body.

As well as the suffocation at his neck.

As well as the sudden fear of being turned into a human stick.

The man who originally wanted to come and pick up the remains had his eyes wide open in anger.

He wanted to scream.

But the pressure on his neck prevented him from making a sound.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but found that he couldn’t even speak.

All he could do was keep indicating with his eyes for Lin Cong to spare his life.

At this moment.

The bloodstains on Lin Cong’s body had dried, and the depression in his chest, though not healed, was much better than before.

Not only did he not die.

It seemed that Lin Cong’s injuries had also healed significantly.

With the third-tier Qi Refining cultivation, combined with his tiger-wolf-like physique, he easily subdued the man in front of him.

“If you had come in the second day, I might have really fallen for your tricks. But you didn’t dare to enter the house until half a month later.” Looking at the man who had already been turned into a human stick before him, a glint of ruthlessness flashed in Lin Cong’s eyes.

The big hand pinching the man’s neck also began to exert force at this moment.action

“Remember in your next life, there are some things either you don’t touch, or if you touch, you must use thunderous methods!”

Before his death.

The man heard these words in his ear.

He couldn’t help cursing He Song in his heart.

If it wasn’t for the fear of being caught by He Song waiting to seize him, he wouldn’t have waited until today to make a move.

He might have gone directly to Lin Cong’s house the day after learning that Lin Cong was seriously injured and returned.

He also didn’t expect that He Song was practicing skills, and hadn’t really left the house for half a month.

Unfortunately, there is no if in this world.

He Song wouldn’t know the curses in the man’s heart at this moment.

Neither did Lin Cong in front of him.

He couldn’t even know what the man was thinking at the moment.

He Song, who had unknowingly killed a person, didn’t know what had happened to the man who entered Lin Cong’s house.

Nor did he know what the man had encountered after entering Lin Cong’s house.

But.

After waiting for half a day and still not seeing the man come out as it began to get dark, He Song already had the answer in his heart.

This man was probably already dead in Lin Cong’s house.

And Lin Cong most likely didn’t die either, and was just healing his injuries in the room.

As for why there had been no sound for half a month.

He probably ate an Inedia Elixir, and combined with sitting and healing, which didn’t require any movement, naturally there would be no sound.

Some speculations flashed through his mind, and He Song’s expression quickly relaxed.

Whether Lin Cong was dead or alive.

It didn’t really matter to him.

If he was dead, he wouldn’t lose anything.

If he wasn’t dead, he wouldn’t gain anything either.

The two of them had only met twice and greeted each other twice.

With a gentleman’s friendship as light as water, He Song wouldn’t take this matter to heart.

After tidying up the tea set.

He Song quickly began to meditate and practice.

…

Time flies.

Time flies like an arrow.

In the blink of an eye, another month quietly passed.

At this time, it had been a month and a half since He Song became a spiritual plant farmer.

The spirit rice that grew in the five-acre spirit field had already been pulled out by He Song and replanted.

This was a little trick recorded in the “Spiritual Plant Cultivation Skill” that could effectively increase the yield of spirit rice, which was similar to the rice planting He Song experienced in his previous life.

On this day.

Like usual, He Song woke up, ate breakfast, and then used the Spirit Rain Skill at the spirit field for half an hour.

However, just when He Song finished casting the Spirit Rain Skill and his body was empty of spirit power, preparing to return home to recover, an unexpected figure stopped him.

“Mr. He, I said before that I would come and visit you, but I didn’t get the chance to since I was severely injured. Now that my injuries are healed, I’ve come to bother you.” Lin Cong, who had already fully recovered from his injuries, stood at the entrance of He Song’s house, clasped his hands and said to He Song.