Cultivating immortality through titles, without bottlenecks.

"It seems that Junior Brother's breakthrough time has been delayed. According to the previous progress, he should have broken through three months ago."

"Now, is it that the latter half of cultivation is more difficult, or is it that there are bottlenecks between the fourth and fifth levels of Qi Refining?"

Unaware of this, Wei Zhong offered his congratulations and then turned to enter the alchemy room.

The furnace fire rose, the elixir was added, and after a while, two pills flew out of the furnace.

Wei Zhongzhang took it with his hand, and the Qi-Nourishing Pill fell into his palm, emitting a rich medicinal fragrance.

"Two out of ten pills contain toxicity, and both are of excellent quality!"

Wei Zhong remained calm and put one of the coins away.

Then he placed another elixir in a jade bottle and put it in a corner of the alchemy room, where various elixirs, all refined by Wei Zhong, were displayed.

Several months ago, Wei Zhong was already able to refine a good-quality low-grade Qi-Nourishing Pill, and he also obtained the method for refining a mid-grade Qi-Nourishing Pill from Yang Jingting.

All attempts to refine it resulted in failure or the production of worthless pills.

Because of the high cost of raw materials, Wei Zhong had to turn back to refining low-grade elixirs to increase his alchemy experience.

"My current skill level in low-grade Qi-nourishing pills is slightly lower than my master's."

"With pure medicinal power, two good-quality pills can be produced. If purity is not a concern, four inferior pills can be produced."

"If you continue refining it, you can improve it further, and it's not impossible to even obtain the legendary high-quality elixirs."

"only……"

Wei Zhong frowned as he recalled the somewhat empty medicine storehouse:

"Someone is trying to destroy the Qingya Sect!"

Not only the Earth Vein Root produced by the Xue family, but also several other spiritual herbs related to the Qi Nourishing Pill went wrong.

The cultivation families terminated their cooperation, or unexpected events occurred in the spiritual land where cultivation took place, resulting in a significant decline in both yield and quality...

Even more blatant was the robbery that occurred on the way back to the sect with the spiritual herbs.

In short, the Qingya Sect's supply of spiritual herbs is already insufficient to cover its expenses, especially high-quality ones.

This situation led to a significant reduction in the number of spirit pills produced within the sect, even affecting Wei Zhong's alchemy and cultivation.

"My father once said he would collect spiritual herbs south of Cangwu. I wonder if there's any good news about the Chamber of Commerce's return..."

A month later, the mid-grade medicinal herbs within the Qingya Sect were completely depleted.

Wei Zhong's brows furrowed deeply, and Yang Chupei beside him also looked anxious.

When will my junior brother's caravan return?

Wei Zhong shook his head:

"Sending a message from home will take at least a month."

"The mid-grade Qi-Nourishing Pills in the market have been out of stock for over half a month..."

Although Qingya Sect produces spiritual pills, it does not sell them all; rather, it prioritizes ensuring the cultivation of its disciples.

"The three sects of the Iron Sword Sect have joined forces to set up a 'Mountain Rain Shop,' which not only sells a variety of spiritual items but also somehow obtained a batch of spiritual pills, stealing a lot of customers from my Pine Forest Shop..."

Wei Zhong sighed inwardly. This matter not only affected Songlinfang, but also impacted the Wei Clan's spirit pavilion.

"Is Master aware of this matter?"

"Of course I know, but with the competition just around the corner, how could Father possibly have the mind to deal with such things?" Yang Chupei said, scratching her palm involuntarily.

Helpless, Wei Zhong could only get up and pat Yang Chupei on the shoulder:

"Don't worry, Senior Sister. Master has his own plans. After this small competition, our Qingya Sect will definitely be able to turn the tide."

"I'll expedite the processing of the medicinal herbs. Senior sister, just wait for my good news."

"Thank you so much, Junior Brother Wei!"

Back in his hut, Wei Zhong sighed, took out a elixir, and began his cultivation.

What good solution could Wei Zhongneng possibly have for this? He was merely comforting Yang Chupei just now.

"Just hang in there, this period will pass!"

He murmured something, and the room fell silent, with only the sound of spiritual energy floating around.

One day, several cultivators fled outside Songlinfang, their robes disheveled and stained with blood.

The leader carried a long sword on his back, his face resolute and his expression solemn.

A person following behind him, clutching the wound on his arm, couldn't help but say:

"Senior Mu, just who are you to dare attack my Wei family's merchant caravan?"

Mu Qingyuan blinked, his feet moving without pausing:

"Judging from their techniques, although they are hiding something, they still have some of the Iron Sword Sect's style."

Iron Sword Sect is a sect of sword cultivators. No matter how well it hides itself, it is difficult to escape the eyes of Lin Qingyuan, a master sword cultivator.

"Iron Sword Sect?"

His subordinates were greatly surprised:

"Why would such a powerful sect make things difficult for a small merchant guild like ours?"

Lin Qingyuan remained silent, perhaps he had already guessed part of the real reason, but he did not say it outright.

Instead, he glanced back at the entire team:

"Speed ​​up, lest we be overtaken by those behind us. The Sect Master is still hoping for our return."

"yes!"

Without further hesitation, the group took out talismans and attached them to their ankles.

In an instant, the speed of the entire caravan increased dramatically.

Several miles away from the crowd, a group of people were wearing blue and red robes that concealed their faces, mouths, and noses.

Seeing that the caravan ahead had increased its speed significantly, they had no choice but to stop.

"This Wei family's spirit pavilion is truly remarkable; I wonder where they found such a skilled swordsman."

The leader frowned and said something, which prompted several people behind him to step forward:

"Uncle-Master, should we continue the pursuit? This caravan has been traveling south for months; they're probably rolling in money..."

Chao Wenhao shook his head:

"We can't catch up, we'll retreat. We're just a small caravan, we can't change the current situation."

"Let the Qingya Sect linger on for now, until that old scoundrel Yang leaves the sect... Heh heh."

He let out a few sinister laughs, which made his disciples tremble.

"Yes, Uncle-Master!"

Songlinfang,

Upon receiving the message, Wei Zhong sat upright in the backyard of the spirit pavilion.

Only when hurried footsteps were heard not far away did he and Wei Cichen get up together.

Lin Qingyuan walked up to him and held up the storage bag:

"I have fulfilled my mission!"

Wei Cichen was agitated upon seeing this, but instead of immediately taking the storage bag, he stepped forward to check on Lin Qingyuan's injuries:

"Brother Lin, please don't be in such a hurry. Have you had a lot of trouble traveling south?"

The storage bag was casually placed on the tea table, and Lin Qingyuan began to recount his journey...

"An ambush by the Iron Sword Sect? This sect is truly shameless. Targeting the Azure Cliff Sect is one thing, but they even dragged my Wei Clan Spirit Pavilion into it."

Wei Cichen cursed irritably.

"Brother Lin, you've had a hard day on this trip. I, Wei, will pay you three times the agreed-upon reward. Brother Lin, go and get some rest."

"Thank you, Pavilion Master!"

After Lin Qingyuan took his leave, Wei Zhong and his son picked up the storage bag and examined it.

Upon seeing the large number of spiritual objects inside, Wei Cichen couldn't help but smile.

"Finally, it's back up," Wei Cichen said with a sigh of relief.

The resources of Qingya Sect are depleted, and so is the Wei Clan's Lingge Sect.

He took out some of the spiritual items, sealed them, and handed them to Wei Zhong, who then waved his hand.

"Go, go, cultivate diligently, your father has no time to care for you. But remember one thing: we can't sell our family's spiritual herbs cheaply."

Wei Zhong shook his head and smiled:

"I understand!"

Upon reaching the mountain, Wei Zhong handed the elixir to Yang Chupei, who was visibly moved and repeatedly expressed her gratitude by giving him spirit stones.

Wei Zhong smiled and dismissed him, then immediately returned to his residence.

He put up a sign outside that read "Secluded Cultivation" and then took out the elixir from his storage bag.

Three Meridian-Expanding Pills!

After swallowing the pill, Wei Zhong let out a muffled groan, his body collapsing and curling up like a shrimp...

Time flew by. Looking at the sign hanging in front of Wei Zhongmen, Yang Jingting gave the following instructions:

"The competition is about to begin. Wu Ang and I will set off immediately. You all must guard the sect and ensure nothing goes wrong."

"yes!"

Yang Chupei clutched the high-grade talisman her father handed her, watching the two descend the mountain and disappear into the distance alongside her fellow disciples…