Cultivating immortality through titles, without bottlenecks.

"Previously, whether it was breaking talismans or breaking formations, I personally handled them in order to be able to use the abilities of the [Breaker]."

Does this mean that physical contact is one of the key conditions?

Wei Zhong's thoughts raced:

Not necessarily. If the physical body can be an extension of the power of the title's rules, why can't the power of the soul?

"My cultivation level is limited, so I cannot project my spiritual sense outwards. If I were to reach the Foundation Establishment stage and condense my divine sense, I would be able to do so."

"As one's cultivation deepens, perhaps other substances can be used as mediums for casting spells, such as—magic power?"

The moment this thought arose, the two magical swords appeared before Wei Zhong.

With a wave of his hand, the light cloud barrier descended in front of him, transforming into an indestructible shield.

Its resilience is excellent, and it can completely counter sharp objects like magic swords, making its defensive effect even better than that of a broken iron shield.

"Judging by the power of a sixth-level Qi Refining cultivator, your combined attack technique is rather ordinary!"

Wei Zhong made a mocking remark, but the two trapped inside the red silk ribbon had no temper.

Because Wei Zhong's Rock Sword kept circling around the Crimson Silk, sometimes disappearing and sometimes appearing, the two were unable to defend themselves and could only hide inside the Crimson Silk.

This feeling of frustration was something Fang Linfeng and his companion had never experienced before.

When they are of one mind and mind, they are always able to crush their fellow disciples.

However, they eventually encountered a tough opponent in Wei Zhong.

Seeing that the Rock Sword was unable to break through, Wei Zhong sighed inwardly:

No matter how well you conceal and release, you can never raise the upper limit of the power of the Qingfeng Sword Technique.

"The only way is to take advantage of the situation during the battle, or to create an opportunity to attack."

However, it is ineffective against this tortoise-shell-like defense.

"To break through solely through swordsmanship, one must reach the fourth realm of swordsmanship—Sword Light Differentiation—and master its corresponding eighth form, Gentle Breeze—Combined Light Strike."

Although Wei Zhong had reached the level of sword light differentiation, the time was too short and he had not had time to learn the corresponding sword moves.

Lin Qingyuan, who was observing from the sidelines, also noticed this situation. Just as he was wondering how Wei Zhong would deal with it, he saw Wei Zhong use his escape technique to arrive at the outer edge of the Crimson Silk.

They were so close, you could reach out and touch them.

"How dare you!"

Fang Linfeng and his companion were startled to see Wei Zhong so close.

The two knew that the Qingya Sect practiced both physical and magical cultivation. If they were allowed to get close, who knew what physical cultivation techniques they might use?

He quickly urged his twin swords to attack Wei Zhong's main body.

Wei Zhong didn't even glance at it. The Rock Sword emerged from the breeze and became entangled with the two swords.

At the same time, the gathering breeze from all around suddenly changed direction, transforming into a small tornado that enveloped the crimson silk.

It was like a wall, separating the inside from the outside, as if afraid that the two from the Black Wind Sect would escape.

Wei Zhong's foot sank, landing on the ground. His legs were like tree roots, and his whole body turned dark blue.

The techniques of the Qingya Sect, specifically the Iron Armor Technique.

That wasn't all. Wei Zhong extended his right arm, his entire body surging with magical power and blood circulation, pouring all his boundless strength into his right palm.

The immense power even caused Wei Zhong's right palm to swell by an inch.

Wei Zhongxuan struck out with his palm, the veins on his face bulging:

"The force of falling mountains!"

A sonic boom erupted from his palm, its power terrifying, like the roar of thunder. Fang Linfeng and Lin Ruxin, who were standing nearby, changed their expressions drastically upon hearing it.

Wei Zhong's palm struck the red silk, and he immediately felt his power pour out.

Layers of ripples spread across the red silk, which rustled under the weight.

The magical artifact's spiritual light suddenly dimmed, but thanks to the prayers of the two from the Black Wind Sect, it managed to retain a final glimmer of light.

"Sure enough, just a little short!"

Wei Zhong sighed slightly in his heart and activated the power of the [Wall Breaker] title.

With a slight squeeze of his hand, the fluttering red silk ribbon, which had been at its last gasp, suddenly came to a halt.

Where Wei Zhong's palm touched, small fragments appeared, and cracks spread from there to the entire red silk.

In the blink of an eye, this mid-grade red silk brocade transformed into "a sky full of red flowers".

Red flowers fluttered to the ground, revealing a man and woman inside, their faces filled with terror.

With a sinister grin, Wei Zhong stepped over the fragments of the magical artifact and entered the area.

Clad in black and blue, his fists and palms produced sonic booms.

At this distance, physical cultivation already has an advantage.

Remembering his senior sister's words, Wei Zhong had no more scruples and began to swing his fists and feet at Hei Feng and his companion.

In their haste, the two crushed the talismans at their waists, causing a yellowish-brown light to flare up before being quickly extinguished by Wei Zhong's palm strike.

Flame shield, golden barrier, azure spirit bowl... all defensive techniques could not last an instant against Wei Zhong.

It was as if Wei Zhong's body was filled with some kind of strange magic, rendering any defense ineffective.

Three magical swords were entangled above the three people's heads. The black and red swords were about to fall to save their master, but they were blocked by the Rock Sword alone.

Seeing the two men's flustered expressions and their limited skills—they seemed to have no other ability than scattering talismans—Wei Zhong couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"Enough, let's end it!"

Wei Zhong raised one hand, and the sword energy condensed into a bolt of lightning.

The molten metal split apart, transforming into countless sword threads.

A gentle breeze arose, and sword threads fluttered, instantly weaving a cage around the two of them.

A palpable fear emanated from Fang Linfeng and Lin Ruxin's eyes, so intense it seemed to emanate from their very being.

"Master, save me!"

The two shouted, and Wei Zhong simultaneously clenched his fists.

The sword threads retracted, their sharp edges piercing the air with a whooshing sound.

"Go easy on him!"

A figure in black robes leaped out from the treetops in the forest; it was none other than Dongfang Ji, who had been hiding nearby.

How could his master not stand by and watch his beloved disciple fight the enemy on his own turf?

He had expected to witness his disciple easily defeat the enemy, but the more he watched, the more surprised he became, until the surprise turned into shock, and only then did he remember to help.

The late-stage spiritual power of the Qi Refining stage was transmitted along with the shouts and reached Wei Zhong's ears. It carried a special sonic power that briefly shocked his mind, causing his clenched fingers to pause for a moment.

"Master!"

The two from the Black Wind Sect felt as if they had found a lifeline, and their excitement almost brought them to tears.

Dongfang Ji was full of confidence, as if he had already successfully rescued his disciple.

However, his figure paused, and his body suddenly froze in mid-air.

No matter how you use your escape techniques, you cannot move an inch.

"Um?"

Suddenly looking up, he saw a figure that had appeared opposite him at some point.

His sleeves fluttered, and wisps of breeze rose around him, covering a distance of several feet in all directions, including Dongfang Ji himself.

"When disciples engage in magical combat, we, their masters, should not interfere."

Lin Qingyuan spoke calmly, but his words carried an undeniable domineering air.

Upon seeing this, Wei Zhong smiled, his five fingers tightened, and the birdcage made of sword silk closed.