Cultivating immortality through titles, without bottlenecks.

"How is that possible?"

Upon seeing the fine blue threads on the Rock Sword, Lin Qingyuan could no longer maintain the composure of a seasoned expert:

"For an ordinary person to practice swordsmanship to this level, it would take at least three years. Even with the help of the power of heaven and earth, it still took me three months."

"What kind of talent does this person possess, managing to achieve such results in just two or three months..."

Lin Qingyuan didn't know how to explain:

Could it be that this person is the type who excels in one area but masters everything, and is a late bloomer?

But when Lin Qingyuan looked at Wei Zhong's youthful face again, realizing he was just a young man in his early twenties, he couldn't help but tremble.

"Guest Master Mu, am I practicing swordsmanship with perfect precision?"

Lin Qingyuan then looked up:

"Truly, it is the unique Qingfeng Sword Silk of my Qingfeng Sword School."

"However, your sword threads are still too thin!"

He raised the Qingfeng Sword, but instead of condensing sword threads, he simply wrapped the sword with sword energy. When it touched Wei Zhong's sword threads, he easily cut them off.

"The sword threads are newly formed, and both their toughness and sharpness are quite weak..."

Wei Zhong nodded, his face showing no disappointment or surprise.

The sword threads are too weak, but that's only because he's just entered this realm. He'll improve eventually; sooner or later, Wei Zhong's sword threads will reach the level of Lin Qingyuan.

Cultivation, teaching, alchemy, sword practice...

Wei Zhong had a very fulfilling period of time.

One day, Wei Zhong's sword energy surged, transforming into strands of silk. These strands fell onto the rocks below, immediately leaving holes of uniform size.

Wei Zhong twisted his sword and pulled, and as the sword ribbon was drawn out, the completely cut fragments of stone were also pulled out with it.

Not far away, Lin Qingyuan nodded:

"Young Master Wei's talent is indeed unparalleled among his peers. In just three months, he has been able to refine the sword threads to such a level. Even in a Core Formation sect, he would be considered a prodigy."

Upon hearing this, Wei Zhong shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"What use is knowing sword techniques? Without sufficient cultivation, one is ultimately just an ant. Why would any important figure who comes to our door bother to even glance at me?"

"Young Master Wei, there's no need to be so discouraged. There's always a way to make up for your cultivation level."

"The Pavilion Master has found news of the Meridian Expanding Pill. In three days, I will lead the caravan south..."

"Trading?" Wei Zhong was taken aback. "What about my swordsmanship training then?"

Lin Qingyuan casually tossed over a jade slip:

"This jade slip was personally engraved by me. Every word and phrase related to my Qingfeng Sword Technique is recorded clearly."

"Young Master Wei is no longer a nobody in the world of swordsmanship; it won't be difficult for him to continue his training on his own."

"However, I must remind you of something."

"There are seven realms of swordsmanship, each more difficult than the last. Young Master Wei's cultivation progressed smoothly through the first three realms."

"The differentiation of sword light in the fourth realm will not be so simple."

"This realm requires not only an understanding of swordsmanship, but also the support of profound magical power."

"It is difficult to master without reaching the sixth level of Qi Refining."

"Sixth level of Qi Refining, that Mu Guest Elder?"

Only after Wei Zhong reminded him did Lin Qingyuan realize that he had said the wrong thing.

No direct answer:

"In short, Young Master Wei should carefully practice his swordsmanship according to the contents of the jade slip, and avoid injuring himself."

"If 'Sword Light Splitting' is not feasible, you can practice the Thirteen Forms of Gentle Breeze. These thirteen forms are derived from my understanding of many sword manuals, and their power is considerable..."

After giving Wei Zhong a few simple instructions, Lin Qingyuan flew away.

"This person is indeed hiding something. The title is only part of it; the other part includes cultivation level? And... identity?"

"A famous swordsman doesn't just appear out of nowhere in the cultivation world. Lin Qingyuan's name is probably quite famous south of Cangwu."

"If the opportunity arises, we can investigate further, but for now, to avoid alerting them, let's pretend we know nothing."

Back in Songlinfang, Wei Zhong looked at the bustling Wei Clan Ancestral Hall and slowly stepped inside.

Upon seeing this, Qin Shuhan immediately stepped forward:

"Young Master!"

Wei Zhong casually waved his hand and walked into the backyard, explaining to his father that he wanted to increase Mu Qingyuan's spirit stipend. The latter laughed heartily.

"Don't worry, Zhong'er. Guest Elder Mu is now receiving first-class treatment in our Wei Clan's Spirit Pavilion, completely surpassing the level that a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator should be at."

Wei Zhong looked surprised, never expecting his father to be so decisive.

After saying that, the other party pulled out three talismans:

"Unbreakable Talisman, Sky-Splitting Talisman, and Free-roaming Talisman."

All three talismans are of medium grade. The Unbreakable Talisman is good at defense, the Sky-Splitting Talisman is good at attack, and the last one, the Free and Easy Talisman, is a stealth talisman.

"These three talismans..."

"They were all refined by Brother Meng. I spent a lot of money to buy them."

The Wei Clan's Spirit Pavilion now also sells some mid-grade spirit talismans, but their quality is clearly inferior to the three that Wei Zhong possesses.

"Thank you, Father!"

"Go and cultivate. In about a month, I will find you a Meridian Opening Pill."

Returning to the sect,

While cultivating his martial arts, Wei Zhong also continued to practice his swordsmanship.

A month passed in this way. Wei Zhong stood in the forest with his eyes closed, a boulder hanging in his palm, and the sword swaying in the mountain breeze.

Suddenly, Wei Zhong opened his eyes, a flash of golden light disappearing from them.

He swiftly drew his sword, gripped it, and swung it towards the valley ahead:

"Sword light splits!"

The sword emitted a thunderous whistling sound, its surface shimmering with azure light, and a blur of afterimages danced along with the blade.

However, as Wei Zhong sheathed his sword, all those afterimages vanished.

Wei Zhong sighed with regret:

"Still not working?"

"If it were a true sword light splitting apart, the resulting afterimage sword light should be semi-solid and shouldn't dissipate so quickly."

Frowning as he tried to process the sensation, Wei Zhong shook his head.

"It's still because my cultivation level is not high enough, or more accurately, my magical power is not strong enough."

"With my current cultivation level, I have no way to instantly achieve the mana output required for the sword light to split."

"Lin Qingyuan was right. This realm cannot be reached without reaching the sixth level of Qi Refining."

"Unless the cultivator's meridians are exceptionally strong and unusual..."

Unable to break through, Wei Zhong simply put aside his swordsmanship training and began practicing the Thirteen Styles of Gentle Breeze.

The Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng are the sword moves of Qingfeng Sword corresponding to the seven realms of swordsmanship. The first six realms each have two corresponding sword moves, but the last realm only has one move - One Sword Breaks All Laws.

This level represents the highest realm of swordsmanship. It is devoid of unnecessary embellishments. No matter how varied the opponent's techniques may be, a single sword strike can break through all methods.

"This level is almost at the level of the power of rules. I wonder if there are any cultivators in this world who possess such abilities..."

Even the differentiation of sword light has requirements for realm, and Wei Zhong dared not imagine what kind of harsh requirements it would be to break through all laws with a single sword.

Practicing swordsmanship, refining elixirs... busy days always pass by extremely quickly.

One day, at Qingya Gate

Yang Jingting couldn't help but smile and patted Ning Zhiyuan on the shoulder:

"Very well, the future of my Qingya Sect will indeed depend on you, Zhiyuan."

Upon hearing this, Ning Zhiyuan's face lit up with joy, and his spiritual energy surged around him, revealing that he had already reached the fifth level of Qi Refining.

Wei Zhong looked down and examined himself:

"As expected, a low-grade spiritual root is no match for a high-grade one. Even with all my various elixirs, my progress is only about 60% of theirs."