Cultivating immortality through titles, without bottlenecks.

Qingya Gate

Upon returning to his sect, Wei Zhong keenly sensed that something was amiss inside the gate.

Several of the direct disciples had gloomy expressions, even Yang Jingting.

"Has Sect Leader Yin already left?"

Wei Zhong had a guess in his mind: perhaps it was because the other party was planning to go all out that those in the know were all feeling uneasy.

"Senior sister, how do you think my medicinal powder is?"

Yang Chupei looked listless, and when she took the medicine powder from Wei Zhong, she was taken aback:

"Bone-dissolving powder? Why would Junior Brother be making something like this?"

Wei Zhong chuckled:

"This is for practice. My junior brother is worried about his cultivation level and is unable to refine pills, so he can only use this medicinal powder to pass the time."

Bone-dissolving powder, as its name suggests, is specifically used for disposing of corpses.

A handful sprinkled on flesh and blood will turn into a liquid in the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, and then evaporate after half an hour, leaving no trace.

It is a good tool for murder and robbery.

Yang Chupei nodded. She knew that Wei Zhong had an exceptional talent for medicine making, so she wasn't too surprised.

"Speaking of which, Senior Sister, has the Sect Master left?"

Yang Chupei looked wary:

"What nonsense are you spouting, junior brother? Our grandmaster is still in seclusion within the sect!"

Despite Yang Chupei's vehement denial, Wei Zhong was able to discern the truth from her expression.

"Haha, junior brother just asked casually..."

"It seems he's really gone. He abandoned all his disciples in his pursuit of Foundation Establishment. No wonder Master and his disciples have such expressions."

I wonder if I will ever return from this journey.

"If they can return, they will most likely have reached the Foundation Establishment stage; if not..."

"Senior sister, our Qingya Sect has many direct disciples, dedicated to expanding our lineage."

"Does Sect Leader Yin have any other fellow disciples?"

Yang Chupei rolled her eyes at Wei Zhong:

"There are indeed grandmaster uncles, but most of them are dead."

"After all, not everyone can cultivate to such a level as the sect leader. Furthermore, some people do not die of old age, but rather in battles or when they encounter danger."

"In short, there is only one sect leader in my sect."

"He only has two disciples under his command, Father and Uncle Tu. Why are you asking these questions, Junior Brother?"

Wei Zhong wiped his nose:

"My junior brother's father has a chronic illness that has been difficult to cure. I heard that even Master can't help him, so I thought I'd ask my senior sister for advice..."

"You are a filial son, but you've made a mistake."

"My father's alchemy skills were learned and developed on his own from outside the sect, not inherited from my Qingya Sect."

"However, since even my father has no cure for this incurable disease, it is highly likely that even a first-level alchemist cannot cure it. Junior brother, you will have to find a second-level alchemist, preferably a master from the Medicine King Valley."

Upon hearing a new name, Wei Zhong immediately pressed for details:

"Medicine King Valley, what kind of power is that?"

Yang Chupei naturally replied:

"South of Cangwu, there is a great valley, within which there is a celestial sect. The sect's cultivators are skilled in making medicine and refining elixirs, hence the name Medicine King Valley."

"This Medicine King Valley is not a simple force, but a genuine third-tier sect with Core Formation cultivators within its ranks."

"Core Formation?"

Wei Zhong was startled:

"In that case, wouldn't Medicine King Valley be a sacred place for alchemy?"

Yang Chupei chuckled:

"Of course, Junior Brother is interested in Medicine King Valley?"

"However, this journey is dangerous, and Junior Brother must not go. If you go rashly, you will most likely be swallowed by the monsters along the way."

Wei Zhong scratched his head:

"Senior sister thinks too highly of me. I was just asking casually."

……

After leaving his senior sister Yang Chupei, Wei Zhong tossed the medicine powder onto the table, muttering to himself:

"It seems I really need to make a trip to Medicine King Valley..."

"In this sacred land of alchemy, I can not only find the inheritance, but even the cure for my father's injuries..."

"It's a pity that my cultivation level is not high enough. This journey will take me thousands of miles. Even if I cultivate to the seventh level of Qi Refining, let alone the early stage of Qi Refining, it won't be enough."

"At the very least, one should reach the Qi Refining Perfection stage like the Sect Master, or simply advance to the Foundation Establishment stage."

"I have the title of 'Breaker', so I have no bottlenecks in my cultivation, and naturally I don't have a bottleneck in Foundation Establishment either."

"Once the conditions required for foundation building are met, the breakthrough will be a natural one."

With this in mind, Wei Zhong immediately had a goal.

He sat cross-legged, swallowed the Qi-nourishing powder, and began his practice.

Time flew by and a month passed. One day, while Wei Zhong was exchanging cultivation experiences with several fellow practitioners in the square, a figure suddenly staggered down from the sky.

The disciples were shocked to see this, and Yang Jingting, looking terrified, ushered him into the inner hall, leaving only the words "Seal off the mountain gate."

"That's... the sect leader?"

Wei Zhong saw it clearly; the person was none other than Yin Shuangchen, the sect leader of Qingya Sect.

The other party had only been gone for a few months, and when they returned, they were in this state.

"The sect leader wouldn't be...?"

Hearing the murmurs of the crowd, the eldest disciple, Wu Ang, shouted sharply:

"What nonsense are you all spouting? If you have any free time, go and cultivate yourself!"

The crowd dispersed in a flurry, and Wei Zhong returned to his small hut with a worried expression.

"A storm is brewing, a storm is brewing!"

The atmosphere inside the door remained tense for the rest of the days.

The mountain gate was sealed off, and only true disciples were qualified to go up and down the mountain.

Wei Zhong often saw his senior sister Yang Chupei going up and down the mountain, buying medicinal herbs.

As for his master, Yang Jingting, there was no sign of him at all.

Instead, it was his uncle Tu Shangtong who stepped forward to oversee the sect.

Three days passed in this way, and suddenly, mournful music was played inside the Qingya Gate.

At this moment, all the disciples of Qingya Sect understood that the pillar of Qingya Sect, the sect leader who had reached the pinnacle of Qi Refining—Yin Shuangchen—was dead!

"Since even Master's alchemy skills couldn't save him, this Sect Master Yin is seriously injured."

Wei Zhong sighed, realizing that after this incident, Qingya Sect would likely face a period of turmoil.

Sure enough, just three days after Yin Shuangchen was buried, someone came to provoke them.

"Haha, is Fellow Daoist Tu here? I have never forgotten the 'kindness' of a sword strike ten years ago, and I have come today to repay that debt of gratitude!"

Another monk laughed loudly:

"You brat, just you wait! This old man will first experience Fellow Daoist Tu's swordsmanship!" A man wielding a longsword cleaved through the gate of Qingya Mountain.

"Tu Shangtong, you once slaughtered our clan's prodigy, did you ever imagine this day would come?"

"Tu the Little Thief..."

Hearing the various sounds outside the mountain gate, the disciples couldn't help but feel terrified.

This is because all of these people are cultivators in the late stage of Qi Refining.

"Junior brother, look at the trouble you've caused!"

Yang Jingting looked helplessly at Tu Shangtong.

This junior brother has always been a source of worry. When he was young, he displayed his cultivation level and caused danger, resulting in a lot of trouble while training outside.

In the past, with Sect Leader Yin protecting them, they were able to stay safe. But now that Sect Leader Yin is dead, there is no one left to support them.

Suddenly, all these former enemies came knocking on the door.

Looking at the angry crowd and disciples not far away.

Tu Shangtong sighed heavily and bowed to Yang Jingting:

"Senior brother, one must take responsibility for one's actions. I will leave now to draw away the enemies. I hope you can guard the Qingya Mountain gate and protect our Qingya lineage!"