Cultivating immortality through titles, without bottlenecks.

"That sixth brother..."

Wei Zhong didn't know what to say. You are a titled cultivator, what are you doing in this poor and remote place of Cangwu?

"Is Master Mu from a prestigious family?"

Thinking of his background, a brief sadness appeared on Mu Qingyuan's face:

"Just an ordinary small family, nothing to be called a prestigious clan..."

Wei Zhong continued to inquire:

"I've heard that the land beyond Cangwu is vast and rich in resources. I wonder if that's true..."

Seeing Wei Zhong's interest, Mu Qingyuan simply answered:

"The resources are indeed much richer than in Cangwu, but there are also more and stronger cultivators. The competition between them is much fiercer, and battles break out frequently..."

The two then began to talk. Although Mu Qingyuan was not good at speaking, he was pulled along by Wei Zhong and still managed to say quite a bit, giving Wei Zhong a certain understanding of the world outside the Cangwu Mountains.

With a question lingering in his mind about how to deal with this titled cultivator, Wei Zhong tentatively spoke up:

"I'm very curious about the swordsmanship that Elder Mu mentioned earlier. I wonder..."

Wei Zhong looked troubled, and Mu Qingyuan put down his teacup and said:

"Young Master Wei, please speak frankly."

Wei Zhong rose and bowed respectfully:

"I wish to learn swordsmanship from Elder Mu. I humbly request your permission!"

……

At the foot of Qingya Mountain,

Wei Zhong took one step at a time, recalling his actions just now.

"Lin Qingyuan must have other secrets. The world is vast; why choose such a small place as Cangwu, and even use a false name to conceal his strength?"

"Are you being so cautious because you have designs on my Wei family's spirit pavilion?"

"No, my family business is just starting out. If they're after resources, they should at least find me a lucrative job."

"If it's not for resources, then it's for cultivation? Or simply, it's for refuge?"

"If you can't figure it out, and you want to know his purpose, you have to have good daily contact with him. Learning swordsmanship from him is an excellent way to do that."

"By the way, I'd also like to know what magic this title, 'Qingfeng Swordsman,' holds."

"Titles, titles, bestowed by heaven and earth, manifesting the rules themselves. I wonder, how does my [Barrier Breaker] compare to them?"

Lin Qingyuan naturally did not agree to Wei Zhongxue's request.

Wei Zhong had no choice but to ask his father to persuade him.

……

The magic sword swept across, heads fell to the ground, and blood gushed into the sky like a fountain.

Wei Zhong grabbed the robes of several men, seized the spoils of war, and couldn't help but spit out:

"You poor wretch!"

With a casual sprinkle of bone-dissolving powder, Wei Zhong stepped into the dense forest once more.

As a young master of the prestigious Wei family, traveling alone in the wilderness, he naturally attracted the attention of many.

Over the course of his several trips, Wei Zhong encountered quite a few cultivators who had undergone tribulations.

However, they all underestimated Wei Zhong's abilities and ended up giving him their heads.

"If only someone at the mid-stage of Qi Refining..."

Wei Zhong shuddered and quickly banished such dangerous thoughts from his mind.

"I can handle ordinary fourth-level Qi Refining cultivators, but fifth and sixth-level cultivators have much more powerful magic than I do, so it's really a bit of a struggle."

"If I could learn Lin Qingyuan's swordsmanship, perhaps..."

"For now, let's be cautious and develop our strength discreetly."

Upon returning to the sect, Wei Zhong saw many of his fellow disciples limping and with bruises on their faces.

Even Meng Qian and Gu Xue were no exception.

Out of curiosity, I stepped forward:

"Brother Meng, what's going on?"

Meng Qian looked up and saw Wei Zhong standing right in front of him. His face lit up with joy, but then he said with a hint of shame:

"During a sect mission, something went wrong. We encountered a group of thieving cultivators..."

"A traitor? He dares to attack me just because he knows the name of my Qingya Sect?" Wei Zhong frowned.

"That's right, those bandits were quite ruthless. Several of our disciples were injured. If it weren't for Junior Sister Gu risking her life to fight two against one, I'm afraid..."

Wei Zhong glanced at Gu Xue, who immediately turned her head away, a clear stubbornness showing on her profile.

"Recently, it's not just the two of us; Brother Cui and Brother Luo's groups are also like this..."

"I have some healing powder here; please use it first..."

"Thank you very much, Brother Wei!"

Watching Wei Zhong's figure disappear into the distance, Gu Xue scoffed disdainfully:

"Brother Meng, didn't you prepare a generous gift to bribe this Fellow Daoist Wei? How come he's ended up right in front of you...?"

The latter gave an awkward smile:

"I would like to cultivate a good relationship with Brother Wei, but my family is preventing me from doing so. The Wei family's spiritual pavilion is developing so rapidly that it makes me, an old ginseng, seem rather petty."

As Wei Zhong left, he appeared thoughtful.

"Is chaos starting around Songlinfang, or is someone targeting my Qingya Sect?"

"Although Master Yang's methods have attracted many new disciples, he has inadvertently offended all three major sects."

"Furthermore, my Qingya Sect has lost the protection of its Qi Refining Perfection Sect Master. Master Yang, who holds this position, is only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, naturally making him weaker than the other three sects."

"Although Master Yang once said that things would definitely improve after the minor competition, the days leading up to the competition are going to be tough..."

Wei Zhong rubbed his forehead:

"Forget it, I'm all alone and weak. What right do I have to worry about the sect? I should protect myself first."

Just as he was about to return to his room to cultivate, his third senior sister suddenly strode up to Wei Zhong:

"Junior brother is finally back!"

"What's wrong, Senior Sister?"

"Two disciples have entered the second level of Qi Refining. According to the agreement made by my father, it is time to teach them the art of preparing medicinal powders."

"Father is busy and can't spare the time, so we have to rely on Junior Brother Wei."

"You've reached the second level of Qi Refining?"

Calculating the time, four months have passed since this group of disciples entered the sect. Four months is just the right amount of time for an ordinary mid-grade spiritual root to advance one level.

"Junior brother, I'll go take a look right away..."

Gathering his disciples, Wei Zhongde saw two people standing out from the crowd, a man and a woman.

The two were significantly more skilled than the others, and their faces radiated an undeniable youthful arrogance.

"Ji Yan, Chao Yun?"

The two immediately stood up and bowed to Wei Zhong:

"Greetings, Senior Brother Wei!"

"Second level of Qi Refining, not bad, not bad. After I catch up on the pharmacology lessons you've missed, I'll teach you the art of medicine making..."

Upon hearing this, a chorus of lamentations erupted from the crowd.

Several hours passed in this way. After everyone left, Wei Zhong left behind Ji Yan and Chao Yun, who looked exhausted, and explained the key points of preparing the medicinal powder.

"The Qi-Nourishing Powder is too difficult to refine. With your abilities, it's impossible for you two not to fail dozens of times. We'll start with the Heart-Clearing Powder first..."

After a while, all that remained in front of them was a pile of burnt medicine powder, with no finished product at all.

Wei Zhong sighed inwardly:

"No wonder Master Yang rarely accepted disciples specializing in alchemy; it turns out that not only alchemy, but also the refining of medicinal powders is this difficult."

Wei Zhong looked up and saw the two dejected men:

"The progress is not bad. Go and rest. From now on, come to me for lessons every seven days."

"Yes, thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother!"

The two left together, and Wei Zhong returned to his cultivation on his own.

Three days passed in this way, and suddenly the communication talisman on Wei Zhong's waist lit up.

Wei Zhong picked it up and smiled upon hearing the message:

Lin Qingyuan finally agreed.

"In comparison, my father was more resourceful."

"I wonder what price they paid..."