I Practice Farming While the Rest Cultivates

More than a month later.

Sword Abyss City.

Hong Qinghai followed closely behind Lu Xuan, looking around at the high-order cultivators coming and going, feeling secretly amazed in his heart.

“There are far too many Jindan cultivators, I estimate there are even a few Primordial Infant True Monarchs mixed in.”

“No wonder it’s the Dongxuan Sword Sect!”

“We’ve arrived, this is my newly opened store outside the Sword Sect.”

While he was marveling, Lu Xuan’s voice gently reached his ear.

“It’s more than ten times the size of the one at Sky Star Tower.”

Hong Qinghai looked at the towering and grand, bustling edifice, and couldn’t help but be impressed.

He followed Lu Xuan into the store.

Lu Xuan did not disturb the cultivators inside the store, taking him directly to a quiet room upstairs. With a sweep of his divine sense, he immediately located Wen Qian who was entertaining guests.

“A friend has arrived, come up.”

Wen Qian’s expression was startled, then a warm smile appeared on his face as he cupped his hands to a Primordial Infant cultivator before him.

“Senior, my employer is calling me; please wait here for a moment and enjoy some spiritual tea.”

Saying this, he instructed a graceful lady to brew a pot of Green Lotus Wine for the Primordial Infant cultivator, and hurriedly went upstairs.

The Primordial Infant cultivator, knowing the employer he mentioned was the True Sword Disciple Lu Xuan, naturally had no objections and sat aside compliantly.

“Who could the friend that Senior Lu mentioned be?”

Carrying curiosity, Wen Qian slowly pushed open the door.

Besides Lu Xuan, a face so familiar it couldn’t be more familiar appeared to him.

“Brother Qing Hai?”

Surprise and joy filled his expression.

“Brother Wen, it is I.”

Hong Qinghai saw his old friend, feeling equally delighted, he said with a smile.

“I didn’t expect Senior Lu to bring you over, it’s been decades since we last met, hasn’t it?”

Wen Qian grasped Hong Qinghai’s shoulder, patting twice with force.

“Brother Wen, be gentle, my foundation establishment physique can’t withstand much of that.”

Hong Qinghai teased, instantly closing the distance between them.

“This time I had to return to the Cloud Void Domain, and seeing that Qing Hai has already cultivated to the Fake Pill realm, I brought him back to the Sword Sect to assist him in advancing to Core Formation.”

“He’ll stay here at the Sword Sect from now on.”

“After breaking through to Core Formation, first familiarize yourself with the Sword Sect’s environment and understand the store’s affairs. During this period, Wen Qian, you should guide him.”

Lu Xuan said gently on the side.

“Yes, Senior Lu! I will make sure that Qing Hai gets familiar with everything as quickly as possible,”

Wen Qian promptly bowed and pledged.

“I will first return to the Sword Sect, in three days I’ll take you into the Sword Sect to help you break through to Core Formation.”

He left these words, and his figure vanished instantly.

“Thank you, Senior!”

Hong Qinghai deeply bowed in the direction he disappeared, filled with gratitude.

“Brother Qing Hai, finally I’ve been looking forward to your arrival.”

Wen Qian sat Hong Qinghai down on a wooden chair, laughing as he spoke.

“Brother Wen, you’re almost at the mid-term of Nascent Soul stage, and I’m still just a Foundation Establishment cultivator.”

Hong Qinghai said self-derisively.

“No need to worry, at the Sword Sect, with Senior Lu around, your advancement to Core Formation is almost a certainty.”

Wen Qian reassured him.

“I’ll show you around downstairs, this place is far different from the grocery store at Sky Star Tower; there are many high rank treasure items here. You need to learn more about their categories, effects, and prices.”

After chatting for a while, Wen Qian led Hong Qinghai downstairs.

A tall and dignified old man saw Wen Qian and immediately set down his teacup, rising to approach.

“This is… a Primordial Infant True Monarch?!”

Hong Qinghai felt the deep and vast aura within the old man, and was utterly frozen in place, unsure how to react.

“Young friend Wen, was it Friend Lu who just came?”

“If he is still here, I should take the opportunity to pay my respects.”

The old man asked kindly, facing Wen Qian.

“True Monarch, Senior Lu did pass by briefly but did not stay long, he has returned to the Sword Sect. I thank True Monarch on behalf of Senior Lu for his kind intentions.”

Wen Qian replied courteously.

Behind him, Hong Qinghai, seeing the situation, eased his tense posture significantly.

“Oh? Then I’ll have to visit Friend Lu next time.”

“This young friend is…”

“This is Hong Qinghai, who has always been managing business for Senior Lu in other realms, and this time was brought back to the Sword Sect by him to stay.”

Wen Qian quickly introduced Hong Qinghai.

“Qing Hai, quickly come and pay your respects to True Monarch Qin!”

“Junior Hong Qinghai greets True Monarch Qin!”

Hong Qinghai paid his respects in greeting.

“Young friend, so you manage business for Friend Lu. I have here a Flying Sword of decent quality, I’d like to gift it to you as a token upon meeting.”

The old man handed a Golden Flying Sword to Hong Qinghai.

Hong Qinghai glanced at Wen Qian.

“When a senior bestows, it is impolite to decline; as a junior, I’ll take responsibility for Qing Hai. Thank you, Senior, for the gift.”

Wen Qian received the Flying Sword and passed it to Hong Qinghai.

Hong Qinghai immediately felt at ease, expressing solemn gratitude.

“Young friend Wen, regarding the previously discussed Essence Spirit Pill, when the agreed time arrives, you must prepare it adequately; the price will not disappoint you.”

“Senior jests, the store will definitely prepare sufficient Essence Spirit Pills, True Monarch can send someone to retrieve them at that time.”

Wen Qian replied casually.

“By the way, does young friend know when Friend Lu will next refine the Tortoise-Crane Primordial Pill? I missed the opportunity last time but am fully prepared this time.”

“Apologies, junior does not know either.”

Wen Qian’s expression held a hint of apology.

“Alright then, I bid you farewell.”

The old man’s figure transformed into a sword light, fleeing into the distance.

“Brother Wen, was that really a Primordial Infant True Monarch? Why do I feel so unreal?”

Confusion showed in Hong Qinghai’s gaze.