Cultivating immortality through titles, without bottlenecks.

Wei Zhong looked down at the scene, and only looked up when his wound had completely healed. He timed it and found that a hundred breaths had passed.

"Five minutes, and that's with only one simple wound."

"If there are many wounds, and there are toxins or interference from other people's magic, it may take hours."

"It's still too slow!"

Wei Zhongyi let go:

"If you want to increase your combat power, magic and spells can only be considered as auxiliary. After all, a cultivator's magic power is limited, and my dual cultivation of magic body and magic body has a natural drawback in this regard."

"The most suitable means are still external things like talismans and magical artifacts."

Wei Zhong rummaged through his storage bag, and the only thing that caught his eye was a mid-grade Fire Serpent Talisman.

As for the magic swords, they were all low-grade junk, not up to Wei Zhong's cultivation level.

"Judging by the time, Father's caravan should be back soon, right? Let's go and take a look..."

Upon entering the ward, Wei Zhong stayed at home for three days.

One afternoon, a group of people appeared outside Songlinfang, led by Wei Cichen, who was returning from his journey south.

He walked at the head of the procession, followed by a sword-wielding cultivator and an elderly cultivator.

Further on, there was an escort team of seven or eight people.

The group had little luggage; their valuable goods had long been stuffed into storage bags and carried by Wei Cichen.

"Father!"

Wei Zhong came out of the ward to greet him, which made Wei Cichen's face light up with joy. He stepped forward and hugged Wei Zhong tightly, feeling his increasingly strong bones and muscles, and laughed loudly:

"My son has become even stronger!"

The group entered the Spirit Pavilion, but there were only six people in the backyard.

The three members of Wei Zhong's family, Qin Shuhan, the manager of Lingge, and the two people in front of them.

"Let me introduce you. These two are fellow Daoists I recruited on this trip."

It first points to the elderly monk:

"This is Brother Meng Lingyi, who has reached the fifth level of Qi Refining and is also a mid-grade talisman maker."

Wei Zhong looked surprised, not expecting his father to be able to recruit such a person.

"The one on the right is Fellow Daoist Mu Qingyuan, also at the fifth level of Qi Refining, and a sword cultivator with formidable fighting skills. I owe my journey to Brother Mu's intervention; otherwise, I might not have made it back..."

"A sword cultivator?"

"Here are my son...my wife, and the steward of this Spirit Pavilion."

After getting to know each other a bit, Wei Cichen asked Qin Shuhan to settle the two of them down.

After the outsiders left, Zhou Ninglu finally expressed her own concerns:

"My lord, we are only at the early stage of Qi Refining. Hiring two Qi Refining Level 5 cultivators might be...?"

Wei Cichen grasped Zhou Ninglu's fists:

"Is Ninglu worried that the two of them will take over?"

The latter nodded emphatically.

Wei Cichen smiled slightly:

"Don't worry, that won't happen."

"This Brother Meng is an old acquaintance of mine, and we have a good relationship. He wouldn't do something like this."

"As for Brother Mu, he would be even less likely to do so. He is devoted to cultivation and is extremely impatient with all kinds of worldly affairs. Let alone taking over the role of host, he would not even accept the Spirit Pavilion if it were given to him."

After comforting Zhou Ninglu, Wei Cichen finally had time to ask about the recent situation of Lingge.

"Everything remains the same; there's no breakthrough, but it hasn't weakened much either..."

"That's good," Wei Cichen nodded. "With the connections and caravan routes I've built up on this trip, the prosperity of Lingge is just around the corner."

"From now on, it will not take so long, and I will not need to lead the team to complete the procurement of various spiritual items."

At this point, Wei Cichen immediately took out several items.

There are elixirs, talismans, and magical artifacts.

The elixir is not a cultivation pill, but a youth-preserving pill, which can guarantee that the cultivator's appearance will not age for ten years.

Half was given to Zhou Ninglu, and the other half was given to Wei Zhong:

"If I meet a girl I like, I will give her this as a gift."

Wei Zhong secretly praised his father's small gesture and nodded in acceptance.

"Zhong'er, you keep these three magical artifacts!"

As they spoke, he handed them a sword, a shield, and a flying shuttle.

All three radiate a dazzling aura; they are no ordinary things.

"Are they all mid-grade magic artifacts?"

Wei Zhong's hands trembled slightly. These magical artifacts would cost at least a hundred spirit stones in the outside world.

All of these are equivalent to over a hundred low-grade Qi-Nourishing Pills.

"Haha, my son, Wei Cichen, naturally cannot use ordinary things."

"This sword is called the Rock Sword. It is made primarily of black iron mother material, with a small amount of yellow essence added to enhance its toughness, and it was forged over a hundred days."

"It's neither a purely spiritual sword technique nor a purely physical sword technique. It combines both, making the 'Azure Cliff Nourishing Body Technique' the most suitable for Zhong'er's cultivation..."

"The magic shield is called the Iron Wall Shield, purely for defense..."

"The flying shuttle is a cloud-piercing shuttle, capable of swift escape and flight. If Zhong'er encounters someone she can't defeat, she can use this to escape..."

It can be said that the three magical artifacts that Wei Cichen took out were exceptionally suitable for Wei Zhong, almost as if they were tailor-made for him.

Holding his weapon, Wei Zhong bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Father!"

However, the latter simply laughed heartily and helped Wei Zhong to his feet.

"Zhong'er, you just focus on your cultivation; leave the logistics to your parents!"

……

"Is this what it feels like to have connections?"

Wei Zhong sat cross-legged on the futon, with three magical artifacts placed in front of him. He had already refined them all and could control them freely.

The three magical artifacts were indeed top-quality items among mid-grade artifacts, their power far surpassing the junk in Wei Zhong's storage bag.

After picking them up one by one and putting them into his storage bag, Wei Zhong planned to return to his sect.

Before they even stepped outside, they heard a sharp, piercing wind.

"Next door? It seems to be that guest elder who just joined, Mu Qingyuan."

Wei Zhong went out and knocked on the door of the neighboring courtyard.

"Please come in!"

The sound rang out, and at the same time, the wooden door in front of them was pulled open by a gentle breeze.

Wei Zhong stepped into the courtyard and saw Mu Qingyuan standing there with his sword in hand, slowly finishing his practice.

"May I ask what business Young Master Wei has with me?"

Wei Zhong remained silent, instead sizing up the guest elder surnamed Mu. The man looked young and seemed to be quite old.

He looked only five or six years older than Wei Zhongnian.

However, the appearance and age of cultivators are unreliable, and Wei Zhong could not make a definitive statement.

"It's nothing. I'm just curious why Elder Mu, who clearly possesses extraordinary abilities, would be admitted to my humble Wei Clan's Spirit Pavilion?"

The other party sheathed his sword and sat down, and Wei Zhong followed suit and sat down beside the stone table.

Mu Qingyuan calmly poured water to brew tea before replying:

"Don't worry, young master, I have no ill intentions."

"I'm just stuck in my cultivation, so I'm changing my environment to see if I can make a breakthrough."

"Struggling with cultivation? Could it be that Elder Mu's cultivation level is hidden, and he is actually at the sixth level of Qi Refining?"

The other party smiled gently:

"No, no, cultivation doesn't only refer to physical cultivation."

As they were talking, the other person handed over the tea. Wei Zhong took it with both hands, inevitably touching the other person's fingers.

"Thump!"

As if echoing from the soul, Wei Zhong's mind was shaken, and a line of words appeared before his eyes.

"Lin Qingyuan, title: Qingfeng Swordsman".

The other party, completely unaware of Wei Zhong's unusual behavior, slowly said:

"My cultivation has progressed smoothly, but I have encountered difficulties in swordsmanship."

Swordsmanship, a swordsman? The Gentle Breeze Swordsman, this person…

Wei Zhong put down his tea and realized that the person in front of him was hiding his identity. He was not surnamed Mu, but Lin, and was also a rare titled cultivator.