Cultivating immortality through titles, without bottlenecks.

"Very well, since you have nowhere else to go, young friend, you may stay here!"

Yang Jingting was a shrewd old man, and he didn't believe Shen Xiaolou's words as a rogue cultivator.

They assumed that most of them came from Foundation Establishment sects or families and were sent out by their elders to broaden their horizons.

The thought of befriending him arose subconsciously in my mind.

Wei Zhong ignored him and turned to look at his master.

"Master, what about the Biluo Sect?"

"Just a few old friends, all alchemists from the Biluo Sect."

"Although the atmosphere of the Biluo Sect is a bit strange, the alchemists under its tutelage are quite good."

"They formed their own alliance. When I was forced to go to the Biluo Sect that day, I was very grateful for their care."

Upon hearing that his master was being cared for by several people, Wei Zhong immediately got up to pay his respects.

However, at that very moment, spiritual energy swirled within the courtyard, and the surrounding arrays flashed with spiritual light, while a huge light screen was projected above everyone's heads.

The light screen was divided into countless small pieces, each projecting a partial view of a room's furnishings, including futons, alchemy furnaces, and various medicinal herbs...

"The alchemy room?"

Just as Wei Zhong was beginning to have doubts, he saw someone enter these alchemy rooms, bow slightly, then sit down cross-legged, pick up the medicinal herbs beside him, and begin to refine elixirs.

"This is the first step of the Alchemy Conference: the initial screening."

Yang Jingting explained:

"Use simple elixir concoctions to screen out those who are trying to deceive us."

Wei Zhong nodded and looked at the people in the light screen.

Judging from the technique used and the medicinal herbs on the ground, it is easy to tell that the pill being refined is a low-grade Qi-nourishing pill.

This pill is not difficult to make; it can only be considered the foundation for entering the ranks of alchemists.

If one cannot even refine this kind of elixir, one is not worthy of being an alchemist.

Before long, someone in the room started to explode.

As black smoke rose, even through the light barrier, Wei Zhong could see the gloomy expressions on those people's faces.

Fortunately, the Medicine King Sect had prepared more than one set of medicinal herbs for them. They cleaned the alchemy furnace, replaced it with spiritual herbs, and started refining the medicine.

Wei Zhong's gaze swept across the room, and he suddenly noticed that some alchemists' images blurred at the crucial moment of their refining process. When they became clear again, the elixir had already been successfully refined.

"What's going on? Is this a conspiracy?"

Shen Xiaolou exclaimed in surprise, and Yang Jingting shook his head:

"No, this is a cover-up, a way to conceal the unique techniques of alchemists."

"There is no such thing as a shady deal in the Medicine King Valley Danbi competition. We cannot see such cover-ups, but the elders and disciples of the Medicine King Sect who are in charge of supervision can see it clearly."

Wei Zhong nodded, agreeing with his teacher's words.

Shen Xiaolou, however, nudged Wei Zhong's arm as if she had discovered a new continent:

"Fellow Daoist, would you like to see these people's unique techniques?"

Wei Zhong turned around and glanced at Shen Xiaolou in surprise:

"Young friend, do you have a solution?"

This time, Shen Xiaolou didn't refute Wei Zhong's address to her, but instead said with considerable pride:

"Of course, it's just a small 'Myriad Manifestations Mirror Heaven Array,' but it can't hide anything from my eyes."

Upon hearing this, both Yang Jingting and Lin Qingyuan looked at Shen Xiaolou with surprise and suspicion.

The latter's smug expression faltered for a moment, then he switched to telepathic communication: "..."

Upon hearing this, Wei Zhong's expression changed. He tentatively touched the stone bench beneath him, and the moment he touched the engravings on the bench, his vision immediately changed.

The entire "Myriad Manifestations Mirror Heaven Formation" was completely presented before Wei Zhong.

Looking around, Wei Zhong discovered that the formation was quite massive.

The courtyard where everyone was located was inside this formation, and only a small part of it.

There are countless similar villas, all connected to the densely packed alchemy rooms in the distance.

The entire formation was laid bare before Wei Zhong's eyes.

Even more strangely, Wei Zhong saw many unusually distinct red threads within this formation.

The location of the red silk thread in the courtyard beneath their feet was exactly as described by Shen Xiaolou.

"Is this the power of my title, 'Wallbreaker'?"

Such a field of vision is clearly not something that can be achieved simply by touching the formation.

Rather, it was Wei Zhong's unique ability, bestowed by Heaven, that earned him the title of "Breaker."

"A second-order magic array, and an extremely complex one at that, a functional magic array that is neither offensive nor defensive."

"It seems I can break this formation?"

"Are the red threads the key elements of this formation? They vary in strength and sequence; as long as they are broken along a certain path, this Myriad Manifestations Mirror Heaven Formation will collapse."

Wei Zhong was shocked. The touch of that hand confirmed his previous thoughts.

"As expected, my abilities as a [Breaker] are not limited by my own cultivation level."

"Breaking through a first-order formation is not difficult with Qi cultivation. Second-order formations are more complicated, but not impossible."

"The only difference is the method required. It can no longer be easily broken. Instead, we need to find its weaknesses, gradually weaken and peel it away, and then break it."

"From this perspective, the first-order formation is simply too weak. It can't even display the red threads; it's not that it has no weaknesses, but rather that it's weak in every aspect."

Wei Zhong looked at the illusory red threads in his vision and slowly closed his eyes.

Shen Xiaolou's voice came to my ears:

"How is it? Fellow Daoist may have sensed part of the formation through spiritual sense. As long as you move those few formation bases, the light screen above your head will be fully visible."

After saying that, the other party actually stood up, wanting to show Wei Zhong something.

Wei Zhong grabbed the other person's arm:

"Don't be silly, the people from Medicine King Valley are watching."

The latter then looked around, before awkwardly sitting down and letting out a disdainful snort.

Wei Zhong withdrew his hand, muttering to himself:

"This guy's arms are strangely limp."

In a side hall of Medicine King Valley, a group of people dressed in white robes with the Bagua symbol tattooed on their chests were surrounded by intricate array patterns.

Suddenly someone groaned:

"Hmph, how dare someone cause trouble in my Medicine King Valley! Guards, proceed to Courtyard No. 8 (B) and apprehend this person!"

As soon as he finished speaking, disciples of Medicine King Valley dressed in black robes appeared.

Each of them had a fierce expression; they were disciples under the Law Enforcement Hall of Medicine King Valley.

Shen Xiaolou pouted, about to complain, when suddenly a group of Medicine King Valley disciples arrived at the courtyard, causing her to tense up.

Fortunately, these people were all dressed in green robes, with peaceful expressions. The leader took out a jade slip and read out their names:

"Zou Mu, He Lan Shao... Shen Xiao Lou... come with us to participate in the preliminary examination."

Wei Zhong's name was not on the list. Turning his head, he saw Shen Xiaolou with a mournful face, and Wei Zhong knew that this guy's alchemy skills were not good.

He reluctantly patted him on the shoulder:

"come on!"

Encouraging them, Shen Xiaolou nodded and left with the group.

Before long, it was finally Wei Zhong's turn. After bidding farewell to his two masters, Wei Zhong traversed the valley path and arrived at a huge mountain wall.

The mountain walls here have many holes, like small windows.

There were steps connecting the "windows," and Wei Zhong stepped up and followed the signs to find his alchemy room.

Upon approaching, Wei Zhong discovered that the entrance to the alchemy room was quite large, enough to accommodate four or five people walking together.

Stepping inside, the stone door behind him collapsed, sealing off the alchemy room.

The room fell into darkness, then suddenly a bright light rose.

An old woman's illusory figure slowly emerged, her face clearly visible; it was Qi Wuyan, who had previously accepted the invitation from the Qingya Sect.

Wei Zhong immediately bowed in respect:

"Greetings, senior!"