Chapter Ninety-Eight: Celestial Rabbit Pavilion

He activated the Breath Concealment Technique once more.

Instantly, He Song’s aura vanished without a trace. If not for his reflection in the bronze mirror and his figure still visible in the quiet chamber, he might have believed he had truly disappeared.

The Breath Concealment Technique could hide one’s presence, making it impossible for others to sense his aura or cultivation.

Now, all that remained was for He Song to don a black robe, and he could perfectly conceal his identity.

Although the black robe did not block spiritual sense probes, He Song need not worry about encountering other Qi Refining cultivators with spiritual sense. If he ran into a Foundation Establishment cultivator, even if their spiritual sense swept over him, his appearance would not be his true one.

Thus, the safety was high. Even if the Earth Sect suspected a formation cultivator had appeared within their territory, they would never trace it back to He Song.

His appearance and figure were entirely different, and no aura remained—there was simply no way to track him.

With this thought, He Song casually took a black robe from his storage bag and draped it over himself.

This black robe was a standard one he had purchased early on in the marketplace; many cultivators kept a few on hand. He Song had bought more than a dozen, intending to burn each after wearing it once—never giving anyone a chance to follow his trail.

He donned the robe, concealed his aura, and changed his appearance and build.

A thin sheet of paper quickly appeared in his hand.

As spiritual energy flowed, line after line of characters appeared on the paper.

“Wei brother, I have reached a critical stage in my talisman crafting practice. I must trouble you these next few days to check the medicinal garden twice daily.”

“When I emerge, I will invite you to the Osmanthus Tower for a gathering.”

“He Song.”

He injected spiritual energy, and the thin paper transformed into a messenger crane, soaring into the distance.

He did not know how many days he would be gone this time, but he could not abandon his position managing the medicinal garden. Thus, he could only entrust Wei Fan with fulfilling his duties for now.

Wei Fan had already helped him once before, so this time would be familiar and should not lead to any mistakes.

With everything settled and no worries behind him, He Song picked up the small cargo storage bag beside him, tucked it into his black robe, and instantly vanished underground, heading east.

This time—

With thorough preparations, He Song had no intention of selling spiritual rice at the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market.

That would make it far too easy to trace him.

Instead, he decided to travel underground all the way to Lingtu Immortal Market, another market a thousand miles east of Bamboo Mountain.

Lingtu Immortal Market—its name spoke for itself.

Most of the market’s profits came from a breed of spiritual rabbits raised there.

Just as Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market owed its profits largely to the vast fields of golden bamboo cultivated within.

Golden bamboo’s growing cycle was rather long, so He Song had never considered planting it.

But the gray spiritual rabbits of Lingtu Immortal Market were a low-level spirit beast, their meat tender and infused with spiritual energy, increasing a cultivator’s internal spiritual power after consumption.

They were considered a precious ingredient.

He Song had chosen this immortal market for a reason.

When he first arrived in this world and browsed the surrounding maps in the Spirit Technique Pavilion, he had noticed records of Lingtu Immortal Market.

Lingtu Immortal Market was, aside from Qingyuan Immortal City, the most popular market among the nearby cultivators.

Not for any other reason, but simply because spiritual rabbits there were much cheaper than anywhere else.

Records showed that in the Osmanthus Tower within Lingtu Immortal Market, the spicy rabbit head dish was beloved by cultivators—almost everyone who visited would try it.

Perhaps it was a love of fine food.

Perhaps the gray spiritual rabbits were simply too affordable.

Or perhaps the fluffy rabbits also won the cultivators’ favor.

Lingtu Immortal Market enjoyed quite a reputation in the area.

Apart from Qingyuan Immortal City, it was the market with the largest number of cultivators in the region.

As a result, the market was a mixed bag—cultivators of all kinds wandered its streets, and its security was more chaotic than Bamboo Mountain.

Even so, He Song chose Lingtu Immortal Market as his place to sell spiritual rice.

The reason was simple: there were enough cultivators there that even if he sold over twenty-two thousand pounds of spiritual rice in one go, it would not quickly attract attention.

And even if it did, he would likely have left long before anyone could react.

With the Earth Escape Technique and Breath Concealment Technique, He Song could slip out unnoticed by any cultivator.

With this, his safety increased considerably.

The distance from Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market to Lingtu was a full thousand miles. Even with He Song’s Earth Escape speed, it would take nearly a day and a night.

Fortunately, before leaving, He Song had already entrusted the management of the medicinal garden to Wei Fan.

He need not worry about the garden being unattended.

Yet—

This was his first time undertaking such a long-distance underground journey. At first, He Song felt a sense of novelty, but it soon faded into indifference.

Crossing a thousand miles by Earth Escape, He Song would occasionally surface to observe the surroundings and take in the scenery.

But as time passed, his trips to the surface grew fewer and fewer.

Eventually, he only surfaced when necessary; otherwise, he remained underground.

No matter how beautiful the scenery, it grew dull after a while.

One day later—

He Song, following his memory of Lingtu Immortal Market’s location, arrived quietly in a secluded spot a few miles from the market.

Lingtu Immortal Market was clearly larger than Bamboo Mountain.

There were noticeably more cultivators here as well.

After all, aside from Qingyuan Immortal City, it was the market with the most cultivators in the region. He Song left his hiding place and strode into the market.

He looked around. Cultivators bustled back and forth—much livelier than Bamboo Mountain.

Entering the market required no fee; only entering the city would incur a symbolic entrance fee of one spirit stone.

He Song stepped confidently into Lingtu Immortal Market, his gaze falling on a sign at the entrance.

It was a map of the market.

Every market’s entrance featured a map, showing all the areas within.

For instance, He Song’s destination, the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion, was clearly marked.

The Spiritual Medicine Pavilion, besides buying and selling spiritual medicines, also accepted popular items like spiritual rice.

He Song had belonged to the Medicine Pavilion in Bamboo Mountain and was familiar with its workings.

Rather than seek out rogue cultivators in the marketplace and haggle,

It was better to bring his spiritual rice directly to the Medicine Pavilion. Though he would earn a bit less, it would keep him from being targeted and possibly killed for his goods.

(This chapter ends)