Chapter 116: Meng Guan’s Entreaty

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Back when the Vein-Protecting Pill first appeared, he was still vigorously striving to improve his cultivation and was uncertain whether he could reach the late Qi Refinement stage before turning sixty. At that time, spending spirit stones on the pill might have even slowed his progress. Therefore, he did not prepare in advance. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have found himself at the late Qi Refinement stage without any Vein-Protecting Pills left to use.

“I only have a little over two hundred spirit stones on me now. The spirit stones I had saved were already spent on replacing my magical tools and talismans before coming here,” Meng Guan said honestly after some thought when He Song asked to borrow spirit stones.

Although he had over sixty thousand jin of spirit rice, it was absolutely off-limits to use it for spirit stones in such urgent times. Revealing his identity by trading spirit rice could lead to unpredictable consequences. Moreover, this was Qingyuan Immortal City, where the Hou Tu Sect’s control was far stronger than that of the Immortal Workshop.

At the end, He Song still added, “If it’s not enough, I can sell a magical tool. That should be enough to gather the spirit stones.”

Even selling a magical tool was preferable to touching his spirit rice. This was a decision He Song made after careful consideration. Recklessly using spirit rice could attract suspicion and cause serious repercussions. But selling a magical tool in a pinch was unquestionable. After all, he had come to Qingyuan Immortal City with Wei Fan and would naturally return to Zhushan Immortal Workshop with him. Since no danger was encountered on the way here, he expected none on the way back.

At worst, he carried two life-preserving talismans—if danger arose, he could flee immediately. After escaping, he could use his Earth-Diving Technique, suppressing his breath all the way back to Zhushan Immortal Workshop with ease.

Thus, having one less or one more magical tool would not affect his safety at all. This was why He Song preferred selling a magical tool rather than trading spirit rice in Qingyuan Immortal City.

Helping a close friend in need without harming himself was certainly acceptable. Besides, Meng Guan, as his former guide, had done him a great favor. Without the “Techniques of Spirit Plant Cultivation” that Meng Guan had given him, He Song might still be struggling in the mundane world or dead by now at the hands of some rogue cultivator or evil sect.

How could he now live so leisurely and comfortably, having broken through to the late Qi Refinement stage in such a short time? Such immense grace naturally called for repayment. If Meng Guan were to die because of this, He Song’s future cultivation would likely be plagued by inner demons, obstructing his path.

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Rather than be haunted by inner demons, it was better to help Meng Guan with all his might now. No matter what, he would give all he could to repay this great kindness, at least in part. Moreover, if Meng Guan successfully established his foundation this time, He Song’s assistance would surely be remembered, potentially gaining a powerful foundation cultivator as an ally.

If that day came, even a small sum of spirit stones would be more than worth it.

Even if Meng Guan failed to break through, with the Vein-Protecting Pill, he would survive. For a cultivator at the late Qi Refinement stage, spending a few thousand spirit stones was trivial.

By this calculation, He Song would not lose out.

Furthermore, from what He Song knew of Wei Fan, he should have plenty of spirit stones as well.

Though He Song said he might have to sell a magical tool, it was unlikely to come to that. Knowing the Vein-Protecting Pill cost about two thousand spirit stones, and Meng Guan already had around twelve hundred, Wei Fan could probably cover the rest.

Still, He Song had to say it. If he didn’t, how could Meng Guan ever repay his kindness? Only timely help in desperate need was truly memorable. At this moment, He Song was precisely providing such help.

“Friend, you worry too much. Over these years, I have saved more than a thousand spirit stones. Don’t mention selling magical tools,” Wei Fan quickly said, his gentle expression flickering briefly as he heard He Song was willing to sell a magical tool just to help Meng Guan obtain the pill.

Though he had long trusted He Song’s character, hearing this deepened Wei Fan’s respect. If He Song would help Meng Guan this much today, who could say he wouldn’t help Wei Fan in the future?

With these thoughts, Wei Fan waved his hand, and a dense pile of spirit stones appeared on the table before them.

“I have over a thousand spirit stones here, plus your two hundred, and Meng Guan’s twelve hundred. Buying a Vein-Protecting Pill should be more than enough.”

As soon as he finished speaking, He Song waved his hand, and the two hundred spirit stones from his storage bag joined the pile on the table, without mentioning selling any magical tools again.

As expected, Wei Fan had no shortage of spirit stones.

At this moment, the original tea table was covered with countless spirit stones, shimmering brightly and dazzling the eyes.

Seeing this, Meng Guan was deeply moved, his expression shifting repeatedly, looking from He Song to Wei Fan as if wanting to imprint their images deeply in his heart.

After a long pause, he sighed and stood, bowing deeply to both.

“My fortune is great to have two such friends. I shall say no more now, but if I can establish my foundation, I will never forget your kindness!”

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The Vein-Protecting Pill typically cost about two thousand spirit stones. Now, with the three of them combined, they had around two thousand five hundred spirit stones—more than enough to buy one.

Faced with such generous assistance from He Song and Wei Fan, Meng Guan was naturally touched and etched this moment deeply in his heart.

Seeing this, He Song and Wei Fan quickly helped Meng Guan to his feet and told him not to worry. Now, the priority was to purchase the pill at the auction and plan the breakthrough to foundation establishment.

The small auction would be held in three days.

By then, there would still be time.

Thus, after putting away the spirit stones, Meng Guan did not retreat to a quiet room to refine his state but instead cheerfully wandered through Qingyuan Immortal City with He Song and Wei Fan.

For three consecutive days, the three late Qi Refinement cultivators toured the entire city. Naturally, few dared to provoke them.

During these three days, they encountered no troubles; everything went smoothly.

Then, three days later, He Song, Wei Fan, and Meng Guan arrived together at the small auction venue.

Since it was a small auction, not many people were present—just a few dozen cultivators of varying strength, but no foundation establishment masters.

Almost all participants wore black robes and were silently using breathing-suppressing techniques, wrapping themselves tightly. He Song and the others did the same.

Although Meng Guan held some renown in Qingyuan Immortal City, killing and coercion were forbidden at the auction, punishable by death. Naturally, he would not reveal his identity to invite disaster.

(The chapter ends.)