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As long as there was talent in array tao, and with time, it was still relatively simple to master the basics.

As time passed.

He Song continued to study the Array Tao Introduction, feeling that he was not too far from mastering it.

Although at this moment he hadn’t entered and couldn’t arrange even the simplest Spirit-Gathering Array, He Song was not discouraged.

Because under constant study, he had already begun to learn to draw array patterns on stones so that he could be more proficient in drawing them on spirit stones in the future.

Meanwhile, after a few days of seclusive cultivation, He Song released a sound-transmitting paper crane.

After releasing the sound-transmitting paper crane, He Song resumed his daily grueling cultivation.

Outer perimeter of the Immortal Pavilion.

He Song’s neighboring house.

A flash of tunneling light arrived in an instant, landing straight in front of a sturdy figure.

“Hmm? Sound Transmission Skill?” A familiar voice came out from this person’s mouth. If He Song was here, he would be able to recognize this person as his neighbor, Lin Cong, with just one glance.

Lin Cong, who had just broken through to the Qi-refining mid stage, was originally consolidating his cultivation.

But this sudden flash of light brought him out of his cultivation state.

Releasing a trace of his own spirit Qi.

The sound-transmitting paper crane in front of him turned into a piece of paper.

Picking up the paper, Lin Cong’s expression quickly turned serious.

“Mr. Lin, I apologize for my abrupt departure without notice. There was a reason for it.”

“The matter of the Red Spirit Gold Mine, which you and I heard about at the Osmanthus Pavilion, after a lot of inquiries, I found that the Red Spirit Gold Mine may be facing trouble. Hence, this letter.”

“If anything happens to the Red Spirit Gold Mine, Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion will be the first to bear the brunt. When the Pavilion is in turmoil, our cultivation will be weak and we may face great difficulties.”

“I have already found a safe place to wait for the right time.”

“I hope Mr. Lin will make early preparations and never mention this to anyone else.”

“He Song.”

Gazing over the paper, a wave of spirit power quickly appeared in Lin Cong’s hand.

After the wave of spirit power disappeared, the paper in Lin Cong’s hand drifted away with the wind.

When the paper completely vanished, Lin Cong sat on his meditation mat with a changing expression, unsure of what he was thinking.

After a long while.

“Sigh, I’ll leave for now!” After a struggle in his heart, Lin Cong sighed and finally made a decision.

At the same time, Lin Cong firmly remembered He Song’s letter in his heart.

This time, He Song saved his life once again!

Lin Cong left.

An hour after receiving He Song’s sound-transmitting paper crane.

He packed up his belongings and stood in front of He Song’s house for a long time, as if trying to remember this place.

It was a long time before he walked out of the Immortal Pavilion with his luggage.

…

Time slowly passed as He Song continued to cultivate, his strength constantly improving, and his understanding of the Array Tao Introduction deepening.

During this period, He Song had a very regular routine.

Besides cultivating, he studied the Array Tao Introduction and occasionally chatted and drank tea with Wei Fan to relax his mood.

Apart from that, He Song did nothing else.

Every day he indulged in cultivation and comprehension, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

However, for He Song.

External matters had nothing to do with him in the first place.

Spirit field? The spirit field had someone to take care of it.

Mining? Only the suicidal would go mining.

Visiting friends? Wasn’t he living at his best friend’s house now?

Thus, for the past three months, He Song spent his days cultivating and studying the Array Tao Introduction, rapidly improving his cultivation and deepening his understanding of the Array Tao Introduction.

One day.

At dusk.

At Wei Fan’s invitation, He Song left his quiet room and went to the attic in the courtyard with Wei Fan.

The attic was not completely enclosed, open on all four sides and offering a beautiful view.

There, Wei Fan had set up a round table and a tea set.

In their free time, they sat in the attic, drinking tea and chatting, their eyes scanning the surroundings, and able to see everything happening around them.

“I don’t know how Lao Meng is doing at that Red Spirit Gold Mine. He hasn’t sent out any news since the last three months.” Wei Fan sighed as he looked towards the beautiful scenery of the setting sun in the distance.

For three months, Meng Guan had only sent He Song and Wei Fan a sound-transmitting paper crane, then there had been no more news.

Wei Fan was worried.

So was He Song.

But they both knew that even if they were worried, there was nothing they could do.

Both of them were in the Immortal Pavilion, while Meng Guan was in the Red Spirit Gold Mine.

Being in different areas, there was almost no possibility for them to help each other.

Not to mention He Song’s weak foundation, even leaving the Immortal Pavilion would probably be a dangerous undertaking.

“I’ve sent him a few sound-transmitting paper cranes, but I don’t know if he received them or not.” He Song had a worried expression, but his gaze gradually turned to the side.

In the center of the area where Wei Fan lived, there was an exquisite courtyard.

This courtyard was situated higher than all the other surrounding courtyards, making it stand out like a crane in a flock of chickens.

There was the most abundant spirit Qi in the Immortal Pavilion.

At the same time, it was the only place where a Foundation Establishment Master resided in the Immortal Pavilion.

This Master’s dharma title was Cheng Shan.

For the past three months, He Song had once seen Master Cheng Shan from a distance.

Master Cheng Shan, like most cultivators, appeared as a young man wearing exquisite mana robes.

As for Artifacts, He Song had never seen them.

But, just at a glance, He Song could feel an extremely dense spiritual pressure emanating from him.

This spiritual pressure was very strong, and upon sensing it, He Song knew instantly that the Master could crush him with a casual gesture.

This was no exaggeration.

He Song even felt that even if his cultivation broke through to the Qi-refining late stage, he would still be killed with a single touch, with no unexpected occurrences.

This Master Cheng Shan was the only Foundation Establishment cultivator in the Immortal Pavilion.

At the same time, he was the linchpin.

As long as he was there, the Immortal Pavilion would not be in chaos.

However.

Just as He Song was talking and unconsciously looking at that exquisite courtyard.

A tunneling light suddenly flashed in front of He Song’s eyes, carrying a dense spiritual pressure, and swiftly flew towards the distance.

The tunneling light was earth-yellow.

It seemed to have flown out of that exquisite courtyard.

That dense spiritual pressure also gave He Song a familiar feeling.

The earth-yellow tunneling light streaked across the sky.

For a moment, He Song and Wei Fan, who had been drinking tea and chatting, fell into a deadly silence.

Silence.

Silence.

After a long time.

He Song and Wei Fan looked at each other.

Both saw a trace of horror in each other’s eyes.

“The Immortal Pavilion is going to fall into chaos!” It was not until now that Wei Fan finally managed to squeeze out a sentence from his mouth.

Looking in the direction where the tunneling light had gone, a hint of relief quickly appeared in Wei Fan’s eyes.action