Cultivating immortality through titles, without bottlenecks.

In the world of cultivation, what is most important is naturally being able to continue cultivating!

If one doesn't have spirit stones in their pocket, can't afford pills or magic tools, then their cultivation will be intermittent and frustrating.

But where do spirit stones come from?

For independent cultivators and immortal cultivation families, having a suitable cultivation technique is naturally the best option.

Among the many cultivation techniques, alchemy is the most profitable, capable of earning large amounts of spirit stones.

It's far superior to any methods of making talismans or using spiritual plants.

A single alchemist can fully support the survival and development of an entire family.

Just as Wei Zhong's creation of a low-grade elixir brought blessings to the Wei family's general store, elevating it to the status of the Wei family's spirit pavilion.

The amount of spirit stones earned daily is unparalleled in the entire Pine Forest Village.

Because the effects of alchemy are so terrifying.

The news that the Qingya Sect Master had opened the sect gates and announced that he would accept disciples to teach alchemy caused a great sensation throughout Cangwu Nanping.

"Will sending my child to the Qingya Sect really allow them to learn alchemy?"

"It is said that there is still a selection process, based on talent, but regardless of whether it succeeds or not, it is still a hope."

"Let alone alchemy, even learning a little bit of the skill of making medicinal powders would be enough."

"After all, even inheriting the talisman technique costs hundreds of spirit stones."

The person opposite nodded repeatedly upon hearing this, deeply agreeing.

How did the Wei family rise to prominence? Wasn't it all thanks to "Yangqi San" (a traditional Chinese medicine formula)?

Moreover, this opportunity is not only about alchemy, but also involves the Medicine King Valley Alchemy Conference three years later.

What kind of power is Medicine King Valley? It's an existence that even the Azure Sky Sect would bow and scrape before.

A combination of factors suddenly ignited an uproar throughout the Cangwu and Nanping region.

Every family with surplus grain, regardless of size, would send their children to Qingya Gate.

"What? You're saying the Iron Sword Sect has a lower entry fee? Where can you learn alchemy?"

"No, no, what are you talking about?"

Behind this sensation lies the hope of all the cultivation families.

Within three days, a group of talented young people appeared in front of the Qingya Sect's mountain gate.

Wei Zhong glanced around and realized that there were only forty people.

Seemingly sensing Wei Zhong's thoughts, Liu Changqing stepped forward:

"There aren't many left. We're a small place to begin with, and with the three major sects taking the lead, there aren't many young people left."

"These young children have already drained the local youth dry..."

Wei Zhong nodded, seeing that Yang Jingting had come forward, and it was still the same standard procedure.

Forty people were sent to Qianlong Cave.

A month later, the number of people reached forty-nine, including the previous nine. Twenty of them successfully sensed the Qi and remained inside the sect.

As for the remaining 29 people, they can only be repatriated.

Even if they wail and scream, they haven't even passed the first step of sensing Qi, so what face do they have to learn alchemy?

Inside the hall, looking at the Qingya Sect members whose numbers had doubled, Yang Jingting's face showed visible joy.

As the leader of a sect, what he most desires to see is the prosperity of the sect.

"Now that you have successfully sensed the Qi, you are members of my Qingya Sect and are listed among the disciples."

"Then you will cultivate for a year, and the sect will provide you with one low-grade spirit stone per month. In addition, we will teach you the way of cultivation, as well as 'An Introduction to Pharmacology'..."

"Once your cultivation level improves to the second level of Qi Refining, you can learn medicine making; once you reach the third level of Qi Refining, you can learn alchemy."

Upon hearing that there were indeed techniques for making medicine and refining elixirs to learn, all the disciples were overjoyed.

"Thank you, Sect Leader!"

The group withdrew and found houses in various locations within the Qingya Sect.

Yang Jingting turned to look at Wei Zhong:

"I am still busy with the small competition, so please take good care of these disciples, Changqing and Lao Liu."

Liu Changqing lost an arm, his path to immortality was almost severed, and he slowly took over the heavy responsibility of taking care of the newly accepted disciples from Yang Chupei.

Wei Zhong was the second-ranked alchemist in the Qingya Sect after Yang Jingting, so teaching these newly recruited disciples was naturally a piece of cake for him.

"Yes, Master!"

From then on, Wei Zhong's cultivation life had an additional task.

Cultivation, alchemy, and the practice of magical arts, as well as half an hour of daily explanations of the pharmacology of spiritual herbs.

Wei Zhong held a book in one hand and a bamboo whip in the other. Whenever he saw a junior brother lose focus, he would step forward on his "Falling Leaves" and lash out with the whip.

This whip wasn't used with great force, but given the level of cultivation, it inevitably left red marks on these early-stage Qi Refining disciples.

Looking at the complex expressions of fear and admiration in the eyes of his junior brothers, Wei Zhong finally understood what it felt like to be a teacher on the podium in his previous life.

"Alright, that's enough for today..."

The junior disciples breathed a sigh of relief and got up to leave. They always felt immense pressure and were extremely cautious in Wei Zhong's classes, afraid of displeasing their senior brother.

After dismissing his disciples, Wei Zhong entered the back mountain, where the mountain wind blew and the leaves fluttered. A figure in green robes leaped among the trees.

Wei Zhong clapped his hands and praised:

"Junior brother, what excellent footwork!"

A figure landed following the sound; it was Ning Zhiyuan.

More than two years have passed, and the other person has matured, the childishness on their face has faded, and upon seeing Wei Zhong, they immediately exclaimed with delight:

"Sixth Senior Brother, is get out of class over today?"

Wei Zhong nodded, sensing Ning Zhiyuan's aura:

"Junior brother's cultivation speed is really fast. It's only been seven months since you reached the fourth level of Qi Refining, right? It seems like you've already completed half of it?"

Ning Zhiyuan showed a hint of arrogance upon hearing this, but quickly concealed it:

"Thanks to Master's guidance!"

Wei Zhong nodded to himself, touched by his junior brother's thoughtfulness.

Yang Jingting was busy with the minor competition and spent his days in the back hall with his eldest disciple Wu Ang. He had no time to care about others.

From the moment Ning Zhiyuan entered the mid-stage of Qi Refining, he devoted himself entirely to self-cultivation.

This progress is entirely due to the superior spiritual root talent.

"Junior brother is progressing so fast, he might be able to lend a hand to senior brother before the minor competition."

The latter gave a wry smile upon hearing this:

"Sixth Senior Brother flatters me!"

After exchanging a few words, the other party left, handing over the back mountain to Wei Zhong.

With no one else present, Wei Zhong no longer concealed himself and directly activated his escape technique, circulating his magical power through his meridians, his figure flitting away like a falling leaf.

Its movements are unpredictable; it is not only extremely fast, but also sways left, right, up, and down, like a phantom.

After practicing for so long, Wei Zhong finally found the true essence of the "Falling Leaves" escape technique.

It is this eerie feeling of drifting like a falling leaf, with its direction and speed uncertain.

"This technique is indeed very useful when facing an enemy."

"If my magic power is sufficient, I can push my speed to the limit and even briefly create illusions and afterimages to bewitch others."

As Wei Zhong floated down, a sudden wave of emotion washed over him:

"A mid-grade escape technique, indeed living up to its reputation."

From this point on, the story of the falling leaves has come to a perfect end.

A withered leaf fell from the tree. Wei Zhong picked it up, his fingers turning bluish-black. Using the leaf as a knife, he slashed his arm.

The latter immediately developed a wound about an inch deep.

As the Rejuvenation Technique was activated, Wei Zhong suddenly felt a tingling and itchy sensation in his wound, with strands of granulation tissue growing, intertwining and merging together.