Chapter 48: Chapter 48: So Poor
Translator: 549690339
It was fortunate that it was Meng Guan who came across this scene; if it were other cultivators, there would probably be another life taken in his hands.
Thinking about Meng Guan’s expression and involuntary inquiry at the time, Wei Fan couldn’t help but smile.
He actually really dared to ask such a question.
However, after thinking about it, Wei Fan couldn’t blame him.
Meng Guan was his good friend, and it was reasonable for a friend to ask a question when they saw him disposing of a body.
If it were someone else, Meng Guan would probably have been running away with the Breath Concealment Formulas the instant he saw this scene.
He wouldn’t have come forward and asked questions then.
“I was only a hundred miles away from the Red Spirit Gold Mine when I saw someone who looked just like Wei killing a loose cultivator with a single sword. I was startled and immediately used the Breath Concealment Formulas to hide. I didn’t even dare to recognize him,” said Meng Guan, his face flushed red, and his beard twitching as he added a few more words.
“Only when I hid and observed for a while and confirmed that it was indeed Wei, did I come out and recognize him. Alas, it was later revealed that this loose cultivator had actually made an enemy out of my friends. He really deserved to die!”
In the end, Meng Guan shook his head, a fierce look appearing on his face.
Judging by his appearance, it seemed that if it wasn’t for Wei Fan, he would have ground Chen Zhou’s bones and scattered his ashes himself.
At this moment, after listening to the vivid descriptions of the two, He Song was rendered speechless.
Who could have thought that when Wei Fan left Immortal Pavilion to kill people for him, he would bring Meng Guan back as well?
Just when He Song saw Wei Fan and Meng Guan at the entrance of the courtyard earlier, he hadn’t even thought about it.
But it really happened.
This…
It was just too coincidental.
“By the way, I brought back some of Chen Zhou’s ashes and put them in his storage bag. Here.” After explaining the situation, Wei Fan quickly took a storage bag from his chest and handed it to He Song.
Before leaving the small courtyard, he had promised He Song that he would bring back some of his ashes.
Now that Chen Zhou was dead and his body was burned, he naturally brought back some ashes as well.
Not a lot, but enough.
As for the storage bag, it was naturally found on Chen Zhou’s body.
A small storage bag containing a space of about one cubic meter for storing items.
One could usually buy it for a hundred spirit stones at the Artifacts Pavilion.
Chen Zhou’s storage bag was just like that.
Although a hundred spirit stones were considered quite a lot for Qi Refining Early Stage and Qi-refining mid-stage cultivators, it didn’t pique the interest of Wei Fan, who was at the Qi-refining late-stage.
Taking the storage bag, He Song immediately input a spirit power.
Suddenly, a pile of things appeared before He Song.
A small jar.
Several spirit amulets.
A small pile of spirit stones.
A few sets of changeable clothes.
A set of Thick Earth Formulas.
And some other miscellaneous items.
Glancing over each item, He Song’s gaze rested on the small jar for a moment.
If he was not mistaken, Chen Zhou’s ashes should be in this jar.
As for the other things-
He Song took a quick glance and quickly calculated the price.
The several spirit amulets were all low-quality and worth twenty to thirty spirit stones.
In the small pile of spirit stones, He Song counted a total of fifty-four.
The changeable clothes were not worth any money, the Thick Earth Formulas were not worth any money, and the miscellaneous things were not worth any money either.
In summary,
The value of Chen Zhou’s possessions, including the storage bag, was only around one hundred and eighty spirit stones.
“So poor.”
With a sigh in his heart, He Song shook his head, feeling that this meager wealth really wasn’t worthy of Chen Zhou the Loose cultivator’s status.
Isn’t it said that Loose cultivators are wealthier than Immortal Pavilion cultivators?
Now that he looked at it, it didn’t seem to be anything special.
However, after thinking about it, He Song felt relieved.
Loose cultivators are involved in dangerous and high-stakes work. The resources they gained were most likely used for their own cultivation.
If it weren’t for joining the Immortal Pavilion as a spiritual plant farmer and having a stable income, Chen Zhou’s fortune would probably be even less. Thinking about himself, He Song couldn’t help but feel dumbstruck.
Comparatively, Chen Zhou was richer.
He Song currently had only about a dozen spirit stones and didn’t even have a storage bag.
Truth be told, he was the poorest of them all.
“Fellow Daoist, you just take these spoils of war. In the future, just remember that you owe me a favor, ” said Wei Fan, eyebrows raised with a smile on his face, upon seeing He Song empty the contents of the storage bag.
Of the three of them, He Song had the lowest cultivation level and the lowest annual salary.
Now that he has finally broken through to the Qi-refining mid-stage, his yearly salary had just increased, but it was not much.
Wei Fan himself was a Qi-refining late-stage cultivator with many resources at his disposal.
Meng Guan was a sixth-tier Qi Refining cultivator. After working as a small leader in the Red Spirit Gold Mine for three years, his wealth was also quite bountiful.
Only He Song had just broken through to the Qi-refining mid -stage and had not yet started receiving this year’s salary.
Seeing He Song in such a predicament, he naturally wanted to lend him a hand.
After a few years, when He Song starts receiving his mid-stage Qi Refining
annual salary, his financial situation would gradually improve.
At that time, he wouldn’t need to worry about such trivial matters anymore.
Wei Fan didn’t care about a little over a hundred spirit stones.
A few years later, He Song wouldn’t care about such a small amount of spirit stones either.
When Wei Fan mentioned owing him a favor, it was just so He Song would accept the items.
“Right, fellow Daoist, just take it. When the time comes, just owe him a favor, and that’s fine. Now that you’ve broken through to the Qi-refining mid-stage and have received more spirit stones, you’ll realize in a few years that these spirit stones are inconsequential,” Meng Guan nodded in agreement upon seeing Wei Fan persuading He Song.
Previously, Meng Guan was the manager of Spiritual Medicine Pavilion. Although his cultivation and position were not as high as Wei Fan’s, he also understood the ways of the Immortal Pavilion cultivators.
The annual salary acquired based on rank among Immortal Pavilion cultivators might not be much.
However, there are other sources of income.
For example, Zhao Lin, the amulet Tao master, can earn spirit stones by making amulets, apart from his annual salary from the Immortal Pavilion.
With just the annual salary from the Immortal Pavilion, one might not receive many spirit stones in a year.
However, if you add the spirit stones earned through the Hundred Skills of Cultivation Truth, the income would increase significantly.
This was the main reason why the vast majority of Qi-refining mid-stage cultivators could save spirit stones.
Ordinary cultivation, buying elixirs, Artifacts, spirit amulets, and acquiring skills all require spirit stones.
If there was no extra income, relying solely on the annual salary issued by the Immortal Pavilion would make it difficult to make ends meet.
A few years would be enough for ordinary cultivators to practice a skill from the Hundred Skills of Cultivation Truth and earn spirit stones through it.
That was the reasoning behind their mention of a few years.
“Alright, then I shall respectfully comply. This favor will be etched in my heart.” After considering it, He Song didn’t refuse.
If Wei Fan and Meng Guan were willing to help, it was only right for him to accept their offer.
After all, just as they said, no one would care about some hundred or so spirit stones in a few years.
Furthermore, He Song would keep this favor in his heart.
However, He Song was somewhat skeptical about their words.
It had been three years, and he still hadn’t mastered the Array Tao Introduction.
Even if he did master the array tao and could set up a Spirit-Gathering Array, he wouldn’t dare risk his life to help others set up arrays for spirit stones.
Therefore, he couldn’t be sure if he would really be indifferent to over a hundred spirit stones in a few years.
He Song couldn’t even assure himself of that..
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