Cultivating immortality through titles, without bottlenecks.

When talking about this "Aikishi", Yang Jingting's words were full of envy.

"Fellow Daoist Yang seems to know quite a lot," Mu Qingyuan said, prompting Yang Jingting to shake his head repeatedly.

"I only heard about it from others after spending some time at the Biluo Sect."

"However, I have been blessed by Heaven in my later years. Who wouldn't envy such good fortune? My sect, Qingya Sect, once had a glorious reputation..."

His expression was forlorn, leaving only a sigh:

"What a pity, what a pity..."

Lin Qingyuan secretly added via telepathy:

"The title of 'The Immortal' from the Qingya Sect has not been passed down, but the title from the Biluo Sect is different."

"It retains most of the ancestral titles and rituals, although it is not complete, but it contains some key content."

"Therefore, every few generations, a new Aikido will appear."

"While this title may not be particularly powerful in combat, its enhancement to cultivation is almost abnormal. In particular, its ability to assist others in breaking through bottlenecks is enough to ensure that the Biluo Sect can continuously achieve foundation building generation after generation."

Wei Zhong listened and kept it in mind: "Master knows a lot."

"It's nothing. Cangwu is a small place with few titled cultivators, so related information is not widely circulated."

"But it's different in the East. Titled cultivators aren't too rare there; almost every major power has one."

"In fact, a special organization called the Hall of Honored Names was secretly formed within the cultivation world in order to study these titles."

"I had some contact with some of their members in my early years and obtained a lot of information."

"The Hall of Honored Names?"

Wei Zhong kept these three words firmly in his heart.

The spirit boat darted away, skimming over countless mountain ranges.

Apart from the Biluo Sect warship, Wei Zhong did not see any other spirit ships.

At most, it's just a cultivator riding a magic sword, glancing at it briefly before cautiously leaving.

The barrenness of Cangwu is evident.

But once they entered the Eastern Lands, the scene was completely different.

Beyond the towering mountain ridge, the sun shines brightly ahead, with rolling hills and a wide-open view.

Looking back at the ridge of Cangwu Mountain, it was dark and seemed like two separate worlds.

"This is the Mangtu Plain, the border between Cangwu and the Eastern Lands. A thousand miles further south lies the territory of the Medicine King Sect."

"There are many remote and dangerous places along the way, so we must be careful."

"At our speed, it will take about three more days to get there."

Lin Qingyuan offered an explanation, and Wei Zhong nodded repeatedly.

Sure enough, three days later, the three landed safely in front of the gate of a celestial city.

Looking up at the towering city walls and the plaques hanging on them, Wei Zhong murmured to himself:

"The City of Elixir?"

Yang Jingting carefully stowed the hearse and stepped forward with a smile:

"This immortal city is the most magnificent immortal city under the command of Medicine King Valley. Its internal area is almost a thousand or ten thousand times larger than that of my Green Cliff Mountain, and it is rich in a large number of independent cultivators or sect cultivators."

"You can encounter a master alchemist almost every ten steps you take, making it a holy city of alchemy in the eyes of rogue cultivators."

"When I first learned the Dao of Alchemy, I became the disciple of one of the rogue cultivators."

"It's a pity that time has passed and things have changed. My master's cultivation could not progress, and his lifespan came to an end. He passed away and ascended to immortality."

When talking about the past, Yang Jingting's eyes were filled with emotion.

As the three stepped through the towering city gate, guards immediately approached them:

"Entry into the city requires a spirit stone payment. Each person stays for one day, and a low-grade spirit stone is required. Payment is made as needed to obtain a voucher."

Wei Zhong was taken aback by what he heard, while Yang Jingting and Lin Qingyuan had already opened their storage bags as if they were old friends.

He even helped his disciple Wei Zhong pay a hundred spirit stones.

After passing through the door, Wei Zhong held a blue jade pendant in his hand, with gold markings forming the character "壹佰" (one hundred).

"Too expensive!"

Wei Zhong couldn't help but complain, which drew laughter from a passing cultivator who covered his mouth.

A quick glance back revealed a short, stocky cultivator making a provocative face at Wei Zhong, before being shielded behind an elder who bowed with a fist.

"Please forgive my son's rudeness!"

Yang Jingting bowed slightly, without saying anything more.

Watching the other person leave, Yang Jingting muttered to himself:

"His face is youthful and his behavior is childish, so he is undoubtedly a real child. However, his cultivation level is really impressive. He is at the sixth level of Qi Refining, so he should be a disciple of a major sect."

Wei Zhong's heart skipped a beat. Clearly, the person from before was much younger than him, probably only fourteen or fifteen years old, yet his cultivation level was a whole level higher than Wei Zhong's.

Such talent surpasses even that of Ning Zhiyuan, a top-grade spiritual root within the Qingya Sect.

"Indeed, there are always mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people."

Wei Zhong's expression turned slightly serious, but Lin Qingyuan patted Wei Zhong on the shoulder:

"There's no need to be so nervous. The Medicine King Valley is in charge of maintaining order in the Spirit Medicine City, so there won't be any malicious incidents of robbing cultivators or harming people."

"This place has many good things. Even the spiritual energy in the city is several times denser than that outside, comparable to a true blessed land of spiritual springs."

Wei Zhong sensed it and found that it was indeed so. Although the concentration of spiritual energy here was not as high as that of the spiritual spring of Qingya Sect, it was comparable to that inside the sect.

The concentration of spiritual energy alone is worth the price of one spirit stone per day.

"Brother Mu is right, but this Spirit Medicine City is not only rich in spiritual energy, but also has a lot of treasures."

"A skilled craftsman must first have the right tools. There's still time before the alchemy gathering officially begins... It's getting late, and you've had a long journey, so you should rest first. Tomorrow, I'll take you to choose an alchemy furnace."

The three of them wandered through the streets and alleys, and Wei Zhong got a good look at the real scenery of the immortal city.

The prosperity of this Spirit Medicine City is incomparable to that of Songlinfang.

Upon arriving at this place, Wei Zhong was dazzled by the dazzling lights on both sides of the street.

The three traveled for several miles before arriving at a relatively secluded place.

The surrounding courtyards are continuous, and each courtyard is protected by a formation.

The three had only taken a few steps when someone stepped forward, with clouds floating beneath their feet, half a foot off the ground.

He landed before Wei Zhong and the others, cupped his hands in greeting, and bowed.

"Are the three of you looking to rent a courtyard?"

Yang Jingting nodded, and the other person's face lit up with joy. With a flick of his sleeve, a scroll was immediately unfurled.

It is dotted with stars, divided into black and white.

"The small, dark courtyard has been occupied..."

After exchanging only a few words, Yang Jingting pointed to a small white dot:

"This place will do, lease for 100 days."

"A sincere offer of 300 low-grade spirit stones!"

Having obtained the token, the three moved in. Wei Zhong, looking at the cramped courtyard, couldn't help but complain:

"That's really expensive!"

Upon entering his room, the array's spiritual light flashed and disappeared, completely concealing the outside world.

The abundant spiritual energy within also gave Wei Zhong a jolt of energy:

"So spiritual!"

Immediately sit cross-legged and begin practicing the exercises.

It was late at night when someone suddenly knocked on the door.

Wei Zhong pushed open the door and saw Lin Qingyuan.

"Come on, let your teacher take you to broaden your horizons."

Wei Zhong blinked, slightly puzzled.

After a while, the two arrived at a secluded cultivator's courtyard in a corner of the immortal city.

There were quite a few people in the courtyard, all of whom were dressed in black robes to conceal their identities.

Wei Zhong and his companion were no exception. As they moved to find a seat, someone bumped into Wei Zhong's side, accompanied by a giggle.

"Even country bumpkins from daytime are participating in exchange meetings?"

The voice was very familiar; it was the short man I had met at the city gate during the day.

However, Wei Zhong did not reply to the other party at this moment, but was attracted by the characters that suddenly popped up in his eyes.

"Shen Xiaolou, title: [Po Zhen Zi]".