Cultivating immortality through titles, without bottlenecks.

My mind was in turmoil, and I felt dizzy and unwell due to the teleportation from the magic array.

Wei Zhong bowed and took a few breaths to recover.

Looking around, Lin Qingfeng and Yang Jingting were right beside him, and they hadn't been separated by the teleportation.

The three of them were now in a huge valley, with towering mountain walls visible on both sides.

"Is this Medicine King Valley?"

The spiritual energy here is far richer than that in the Spirit Medicine City, and is even comparable to the spiritual spring at the Qingya Sect.

"Is this the foundation of a Core Formation sect?"

Wei Zhong admitted that he was deeply shocked; the resources within Medicine King Valley were beyond the imagination of ordinary Qi Refining minor sects.

Many people nearby also exclaimed in surprise, just like Wei Zhong. Among them were independent cultivators and disciples of Foundation Establishment sects.

Even Lin Qingyuan, who was standing next to Wei Zhong, couldn't help but exclaim in amazement:

"As expected of a Core Formation sect, and as expected of a sect that revitalizes the elixir industry."

He patted Wei Zhong on the shoulder:

"Let's go, let's present our calling cards first."

Yang Jingting finally realized what was happening, and the three of them weaved through the crowd to find the office at the bottom of the valley.

There sat an old woman with a full head of silver hair and a peaceful face. No matter who she looked at, her eyes held a faint smile.

Two disciples dressed in dark blue robes attended to him, serving tea and water and receiving his visiting cards.

"Qingya Sect?"

Yang Jingting immediately bowed in respect:

"Exactly!"

"The Cangwu Mountains are the origin of Qi cultivation. The disciples they train can refine mid-grade Qi-Nourishing Pills with 80% medicinal power. Not bad, not bad."

He glanced at the information on the name card, then looked at Wei Zhong behind him.

His warm gaze fell on Wei Zhong, as if he could see right through him at a glance.

The heart-protecting bell on the chest swayed slightly, making a light "ding-ding" sound.

"Hmm, a guardian treasure, you young man are quite fortunate..."

He offered a few words of praise, waved the visiting card Yang Jingting had handed him, and continued speaking:

"However, true gold still needs to be tested by fire. We'll know your true abilities once you step onto the stage."

A disciple behind him took the invitation and stepped forward:

"Please come with me to the side to rest. Someone will notify you when Danby will begin."

Watching the group walk away, the Medicine King Sect disciple behind the old woman couldn't help but step forward and say:

"Why should Granny Qi take on such a thankless task? Why not let the outer sect stewards do this kind of registration?"

Hearing what the disciple said, the old woman's face did not show anger; on the contrary, she maintained her smile.

"My body is getting old. If I don't move around more, I'm afraid I'll really die in the Pill Hall."

"It's quite nice to see these handsome young men here; it even makes me feel several years younger..."

He was all smiles, showing none of the seriousness or imposing presence of an elder.

The disciple behind her immediately stepped forward, grabbed Qi Wuyan's arm, and shook it gently:

"Grandma isn't old at all; she'll surely live a thousand years, just like Bitao..."

Qi Wuyan laughed heartily:

"Bitao, you little girl, you dare to dream. The Nascent Soul realm is not something that can be achieved so easily."

"I'm too old for that. But you, Bitao, and that girl Ruolan have a good chance."

"This alchemy gathering is extraordinary. If we can seize this great opportunity, our future will be bright. Let alone Foundation Establishment, Core Formation is practically within reach..."

Wei Zhong and the others followed a disciple of the Medicine King Sect to a secluded courtyard in a valley to settle down.

The villa was quite large, and a considerable number of people had already gathered there.

Wei Zhong discerned a few things and discovered that there were even "familiar faces" among them.

"People from the Azure Sky Sect?"

Although Wei Zhong had never met many disciples of the Biluo Sect, their clothing, embroidery, and sect insignia were quite distinctive.

The group found a stone table and sat down. Yang Jingting immediately stood up:

"I'm going to meet some friends. You two should rest for now."

Yang Jingting stood up and leaned towards the Biluo Sect's forces, while Wei Zhong took out the Heart-Protecting Bell from his robes, his expression showing slight surprise and delight:

"This heart-protecting bell can even be detected by divine sense."

Without much thought, Wei Zhong could guess that the old woman was no ordinary person; she must be a highly skilled member of the Medicine King Sect whose cultivation had surpassed the Qi Refining stage.

Looking up at Lin Qingyuan, he transmitted his voice:

"Could Master have discerned the old woman's cultivation level?"

Lin Qingyuan's expression was solemn, and after a long while, he muttered something under his breath:

"Unfathomable... His spiritual energy was completely contained, not a trace of it leaked out."

"The power of my soul is as towering as a mountain and as vast as the sea; with my abilities..."

"In this situation..."

His silence sent a chill down Wei Zhong's spine.

"Could it be some old monster pretending to be a junior?"

Recalling that gaze from the other person, Wei Zhong couldn't help but shudder.

Just then, someone walked up to Wei Zhong and patted him on the shoulder:

"Hey little brother, we meet again!"

Wei Zhong turned around and caught sight of a person who was about the same height as him while sitting, a look of confusion on his face:

"Young fellow Daoist, what brings you into the matter of alchemy? And where are your parents?"

Someone patted Wei Zhong on the shoulder, but Wei Zhong did not react, which must have been a sudden message flashing in his eyes.

Shen Xiaolou and Wei Zhong's backer is none other than that sharp-tongued child.

Seeing Wei Zhong's smiling face, the other party felt much more at ease, as if they had found an acquaintance like Wei Zhong in the vast sea of ​​people in the Medicine King Sect.

Upon hearing Wei Zhong's words, Shen Xiaolou suppressed his smile:

"Hmph, what little fellow Daoist? Remember to call me senior, senior, do you understand?"

"Also, don't always resort to calling for your master when you can't win an argument. My master isn't here; I alone am enough!"

After saying that, he patted his flat chest and secretly glanced at Wei Zhong:

"It's obvious that you, a junior, don't know anything about alchemy. You'll need a few pointers from your senior."

Wei Zhong shook his head slightly. Seeing this, Shen Xiaolou couldn't help but feel a little bored. She plopped down on the stone bench next to Wei Zhong and began to eat the spiritual fruit on the table.

Wei Zhong was utterly astonished by this overly familiar behavior:

"Young fellow Daoist, why don't you find a place to sit? This is my Qingya Sect..."

The other person's mouth was puffed out, and they didn't seem to care at all.

"What do you mean, Qingya Sect? This is the territory of the Medicine King Sect."

"Cultivators enter this courtyard and choose their own place. I am alone, so I will make do with you all."

Wei Zhong shook his head helplessly, looked up and saw that Lin Qingyuan had no reaction, so he let the other party "do whatever he wanted".

"Young fellow Daoist, what sect do you belong to? Why are you without any elders accompanying you?"

Shen Xiaolou wiped his mouth:

"Unaffiliated with any sect or faction, just a rogue cultivator."

Wei Zhong didn't believe such obvious nonsense and continued to press for answers:

"Young friend, you can't lie to us. By allowing you to sit here, we are tacitly agreeing to our Qingya Sect's friendship with you."

"If your background is suitable, that's fine. But if you're a sworn enemy of the Medicine King Sect... like the Demonic Sect, wouldn't that harm us?"

Shen Xiaolou's right hand, which was holding the spiritual fruit, paused, a moment of panic crossing her mind:

"What nonsense are you spouting? I am an upright and honorable person, how could I possibly be a member of the Demonic Sect?"

"Look at my magical power, it shines brightly like the sun, upright and just..."

Just as the two were entangled, Yang Jingting returned with a smile. Seeing Shen Xiaolou's surprised expression beside Wei Zhong, Wei Zhong quickly offered a few words of explanation.