Cultivating immortality through titles, without bottlenecks.

"A first-tier mid-grade talisman, when used by someone in the early stages of Qi refining without spiritual awareness, is like a child wielding a heavy hammer, inevitably causing injury to themselves."

"With my current cultivation level, perhaps the only way to achieve this is to perish together with the enemy."

Wei Zhong walked along the road, his figure light and graceful, like the wind sweeping by.

It appears to be running at breakneck speed, but if you follow its path, you'll find that it hasn't left a single footprint.

This is the wonder of spring outings.

"Like treading on green grass, making no sound on the ground. Feet do not touch the dust, and the body leaves no shadow."

"The running speed is indeed much faster than when I don't use magic, and it can also pass through complex terrain quickly."

Just as Wei Zhong was focused on running, a whooshing sound suddenly came.

With a heavy weight on his right foot, he suddenly spun his body around it.

A water bullet grazed past his eyelids.

Wei Zhong then jumped back several times before coming to a stop:

"who!"

A figure emerged from the nearby jungle, shrouded in a black robe, obscuring Wei Zhong's face.

"A calamity cultivator!"

Such a method of concealment must be the work of a clandestine cultivator.

"I am Wei Zhong, a disciple of the Qingya Sect. I have no grudge against you, fellow Daoist. Why are you stopping me?"

"Haha, naturally I'm after the treasures on you, brother."

"After all, I could smell the medicinal fragrance on you from a great distance!"

Wei Zhong sniffed himself and indeed smelled a strong medicinal fragrance.

The high frequency of its pharmaceutical production caused this smell to linger around it, which was subconsciously ignored.

What should have been a valuable skill for earning spirit stones has now become a loophole, a death sentence.

"Fellow Daoist killed me, my sect will avenge me..."

Before he could finish speaking, the cultivator burst into even louder laughter:

"Your sect? A direct disciple of the Azure Cliff Sect, I naturally wouldn't dare to offend you. But for a disciple like you, even if you died outside, no one would care, would they?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Zhong's face paled, realizing that his status as a disciple of a sect had no effect on the other party.

As he was pondering, a flash of light appeared around him, and an earthen wall rose up, forming an arc that completely surrounded Wei Zhong.

"Earth Wall Technique, when?"

"Ha, you really think I have the leisure to chat with you? I'm just buying time."

Wei Zhong immediately pounded his chest, realizing that he was still inexperienced as a newcomer to the cultivation world and had unknowingly fallen into the other party's trap.

"Haha, this earthen wall technique is a trapping technique that I have refined over many years. Don't even mention you, kid. Even a cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining, about to develop spiritual consciousness, would only be able to howl at the sky if they fell into it, unable to escape..."

Upon hearing the other party's words, Wei Zhong subconsciously placed his palms against the surrounding earthen walls.

Upon contact, his expression turned strange:

"seem……"

The cultivator stepped forward:

"Alright, stop struggling. I'll pierce your heart with my sword and end your suffering sooner, then all these treasures will be mine."

As he spoke, he had already come to within two feet of the outer edge of the earthen wall.

He hesitantly pulled out a yellow magic sword, ready to stab...

However, at that moment, Wei Zhong suddenly thrust his weapon through the earthen wall at the black-robed cultivator.

The other party smiled jokingly upon seeing this:

"Little brat..."

Before his smile could fully bloom, Wei Zhong's hands had already broken through the earthen wall and reached the outside.

It was as if what trapped Wei Zhong was not some kind of magical magic, but rather some kind of tofu from the mortal world.

"How is that possible?"

The black-robed cultivator was incredulous. Before he could react, Wei Zhong's hands were already in front of him.

"Vine Hands!"

This move is a close-quarters combat technique, which is perfect for this situation.

Wei Zhong flicked his hands, his hands wreathed in magical power, and withstood the sharpness of the magic sword, knocking the yellow magic sword from the tribulation cultivator's hand.

Losing his strongest weapon, Jie Xiu looked horrified and was about to retreat.

However, Wei Zhongqi approached quickly, smashing through the earthen wall with a clean and decisive movement, and arrived in front of the black-robed man.

With a grab and a pull, he removed the black robe from the other party, and what landed in front of Wei Zhong was not a toothless, shabby old man, but a plump female cultivator.

"What a cunning fellow!"

The other person looked to be in his forties, and when Wei Zhong approached, his face showed utter shock.

Before he could retaliate again, Wei Zhong had already wrapped his arms around his neck and waist.

The magic power flows beneath the skin; beware of its counterattack.

With arms like snakes, he would grab and bind the victim, then lift them up for a back throw.

"Bang!"

"what!"

The sound of landing and the groan were indistinguishable, but with that fall, the latter immediately lost most of his ability to resist.

He raised his right hand, a sharp glint appearing between his fingers, and a spell was about to be cast.

Wei Zhong raised his hand and grabbed, his palm turning black and blue as he snapped off Wei Zhong's finger.

The spell, only half-finished, died in the womb.

The female cultivator patted her chest again, as if a drumbeat was sounding. Wei Zhong's ears rang, and he almost felt dizzy.

When he regained consciousness, a dagger was already lodged in his chest.

Jie Xiu stared blankly at his hands holding the dagger, his expression almost blank.

The dagger had only just pierced Wei Zhong's chest skin before being stopped by his muscles, making it impossible for it to go any further.

"How could this physical body be like this?"

Wei Zhong winced in pain, a fierce glint flashing across his face.

His magical power gathered around him, his muscles rippled, and he concentrated it in his right hand, clenching it into a fist and shooting it straight out, smashing into Jie Xiu's chest.

Two full breasts bounced apart, revealing a huge dent in the center. Jie Xiu spat out a mouthful of blood, his body collapsed to the ground, uttering a few whimpers before quickly losing consciousness.

Wei Zhong drew the dagger from his chest, glanced down at the wound, and found it to be minor.

Looking again at the Jie Xiu on the ground, he checked his breath and found that he had died on the spot.

Wei Zhong immediately sat down on the ground and began to breathe heavily.

Once he had calmed down, he immediately gathered his spoils, grabbed a few items, and quickly left.

After he left, Wei Cichen emerged from behind a nearby rock, a gentle look appearing in his eyes as he gazed in the direction Wei Zhong had gone.

"You've grown up, and you're quite capable now!"

"Having just entered the second level of Qi Refining, he was able to kill someone at the third level of Qi Refining. My son is truly a genius."

Looking down, I saw the mangled corpses on the ground:

"They just lack experience and don't even know how to clean up a corpse."

After saying that, he began to clean up the mess for Wei Zhong.

At Qingya Gate, Wei Zhong went straight into his room.

My chest heaved violently, and a lingering fear rose in my heart:

"What a close call! If I hadn't mastered all four spells before descending the mountain, I might have been doomed..."

After muttering a few words, he began to review the entire battle.

"The key lies in my breaking the earthen wall technique."

Wei Zhong stared intently at the title "Breaker" displayed beneath his eyes.

"Does this title not only refer to conceptual barriers, but also to physical ones, such as trapping spells and formations, which can be broken?"

Wei Zhong frowned:

"Such power is far too great; it is a power of origin and rule."

"It's a pity that I've never seen anyone else with this title, and I don't know if they have the same supermodel abilities as me."

"Or perhaps it's as wretched as Old Master Chen's 'Immortal'..."