Cultivating immortality through titles, without bottlenecks.

"Another titled cultivator, and so young?"

Wei Zhong had only just left Cangwu when he encountered two titled cultivators along the way.

What's unusual is that this Shen Xiaolou looks to be only a teenager, completely different from the Chen Ancestor and Zhao Chengye of the Biluo Sect whom I had heard of before.

"If titles are gifts bestowed by Heaven, then what exactly has this person done? What rituals has he performed to be granted the title of 'Breaking the Formation'?"

Wei Zhong was stunned, which prompted Shen Xiaolou to scoff again:

"Standing still and silent, is he an idiot?"

Hearing the childish voice beside him, Wei Zhong inexplicably recalled how his junior brother looked when he first entered the sect.

However, one is shy and the other is arrogant; their personalities are two extremes.

"No, I was just wondering what a child like you is doing here?"

Upon hearing the word "children," Shen Xiaolou choked on her words, then angrily pounded her small, thin chest.

"What do you mean, 'little kid'? I'm a Qi Refining Level Six, a genuine Qi Refining Level Six!"

She looked up and down at Wei Zhong a few times:

"You're not even as good as me. Call me 'senior' and I'll protect you if you get into trouble."

Hearing these words, Wei Zhong chuckled inwardly:

"This child isn't a bad person at heart."

"No need, young friend, you should take care of yourself first."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a large hand grabbed his head, revealing a smile on half of his face beneath the hood:

"I apologize for making a fool of myself, fellow Daoist!"

He then picked up Shen Xiaolou and left.

"interesting!"

Wei Zhong muttered to himself and followed Lin Qingyuan's steps.

The two sat down in the courtyard, and the surrounding cultivators also found their own places.

Wei Zhong looked around and found about thirty people sitting around a circular stone platform.

Most of these people possessed obscure cultivation levels, clearly indicating that they all had methods to conceal their abilities.

Those who knew each other whispered and murmured among themselves.

Wei Zhong couldn't help but send a telepathic message to Lin Qingyuan:

"Master, who is the person hosting this exchange meeting?"

Lin Qingyuan replied calmly:

"An old friend of mine, you will see him later."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding luminous pearls suddenly dimmed, and when they became bright again, a woman in a red dress appeared on the stage.

The other person had a head full of dazzling hair ornaments, with gold and silver intertwined and radiating spiritual light, clearly all of which were magical artifacts.

Her face was fair and without makeup, and her eyes and brows revealed a mysterious gentleness.

Wei Zhong felt a sense of closeness to him upon meeting him and developed a great fondness for him.

Just as he was engrossed in the moment, a cool sensation arose in his mind, and Wei Zhong instantly lost interest, feeling that the people on stage were nothing special.

"This humble woman, Yin Ruoxia, greets all fellow Daoists!"

A monk in the audience responded with a smile:

"It's been a long time since we've seen Fairy Yin. Is there some exciting news at this gathering?"

Yin Ruoxia chuckled softly upon hearing this:

"Of course we have them, but we'll have to wait until everyone has exchanged their treasures and is completely satisfied before we can discuss it further."

After saying this, he looked around:

"Which fellow cultivator would like to join us to warm up the atmosphere?"

Upon being invited by the beauty, someone immediately stood up and used a teleportation technique to come to the stage.

His black robes concealed his identity, but his voice carried a sinister undertone.

"I am seeking to purchase 'Yin Yang Harmony Incense,' in any quantity, the more the better. The reward can be in the form of spirit stones, elixirs, or magical artifacts."

After saying this, he immediately looked around and observed the reactions of everyone present.

"Yin-Yang Harmony Incense, this stuff is hard to find."

"Few in this day and age can refine this incense; it can only be obtained from the ruins of the Hehuan Sect..."

Upon hearing the words "Hehuan Sect," Wei Zhong immediately began to speculate about the nature of this "Yin-Yang Harmony Incense."

Lin Qingyuan's voice came through his ear:

"This person is most likely a cultivator from the Biluo Sect."

Wei Zhong nodded in agreement. Dual cultivation was prevalent in the Biluo Sect, so naturally they needed such treasures.

"Could it be that Senior Zhao, the [Aikido]?"

Lin Qingyuan secretly glanced at Wei Zhong:

"You underestimate the weakness of Foundation Establishment."

Then add a sentence:

"No more than five people are currently engaged in foundation building."

Wei Zhong's heart skipped a beat; this was even more impactful than Zhao Chengye speaking to him in person.

"Five Foundation Establishment cultivators? That's a lot?"

Wei Zhong lowered his eyes and secretly examined the object, but unfortunately his eyesight was limited and he couldn't see any difference.

Seeing that the crowd was merely gossiping and joking without any direct response, the cultivator on the platform's expression, hidden beneath his hood, darkened. He gave a slight bow.

"If any fellow Daoists have relevant information, they are welcome to provide it. Thirty spirit stones will be offered as compensation."

At that moment, whether someone telepathically told him or not, he suddenly raised his head, apologized to Yin Ruoxia beside him, and then stepped down from the stage.

"Next!"

Another person jumped onto the stage, and with a single move, he wielded a deep blue sword that gleamed with a cold light.

"A mid-grade first-tier magic sword, Azure Wave Chant, is crafted primarily from deep-sea cold iron, with a small amount of Azure Tide Stone added. It is a water-attribute sword, suitable for fellow cultivators who practice water-attribute techniques or techniques related to temperature fluctuations."

Wei Zhong looked it over and saw that the magic sword was beautiful and exquisite, especially the cold patterns on its blade, which shimmered with spiritual light, making it very tempting.

An ordinary person would definitely think it was an extraordinary sword, and even Wei Zhong thought so.

However, Lin Qingyuan secretly patted Wei Zhong's shoulder to transmit his voice:

"This broken sword must not be struck!"

"Hmm? How do you know, Master?"

Lin Qingyuan replied with his eyes closed:

"intuition."

Well, is this the intuition of a sword cultivator? Wei Zhong didn't have Lin Qingyuan's level of cultivation, so he was naturally ashamed of his inferiority and accepted the other party's judgment.

Hearing the curious whispers coming from all directions, he thought to himself that few of the people present had any discernment, not even as good as his master, especially those few hidden Foundation Establishment cultivators.

While everyone was secretly mocking them, someone finally spoke a fair word:

"A lousy sword, a broken sword, and you dare to use it to deceive people?"

Everyone's gaze shifted and converged on a black-robed man not far from Wei Zhong.

The cultivator on the platform seemed angry and stepped forward, saying:

"What do you mean, fellow Daoist? I offered my sword in exchange; why do you slander me?"

"Disgraceful! I sit upright and walk honestly, why would I slander you?"

Everyone calmly turned around, straining their ears to hear the man's explanation:

"It is true that this sword was forged from deep-sea cold iron and turquoise, but the person who forged it was a half-baked expert who did not understand that this sword is cold in nature and should not be forged with excessive heat."

"The workmanship is rough, the two precious materials are not well integrated, cracks have appeared inside, and the excessive number of spiritual patterns on the surface is its outward manifestation."

"If you don't believe me, tap the blade and see if you hear a hidden rustling sound."

All eyes turned back to the stage, where the man, defiant of evil, struck his sword, and the result was exactly as the cultivator below the stage had predicted.

The sword-wielding cultivator on the stage turned pale and bowed to apologize before stepping down from the stage.

"Fellow Daoist has discerning eyes. Are you perhaps a master weapon refiner? I wonder what your name is..."

The man shook his head:

"I wouldn't call myself a master craftsman; I just know how to craft some small gadgets."

"As for my name, you may call me 'Yang Tieshou' Xi Ye."