My path to immortality was smooth sailing.

"Wei Jing!"

Yu Ji, the sect leader of Qingfu Sect, slowly opened his eyes and withdrew from his cultivation state. Just now, he had received a divine sense transmission from Yang Qingxuan, the elder of the Transmission Hall.

"Only eleven days have passed, and it's already triggered unusual phenomena?"

"Could he be an unparalleled genius?" A hint of doubt flashed across Yu Ji's face, but at the same time, some interest also arose.

The Qingfu Sect overshadowed many sects and cultivation families in Wushan, and he, as the sect leader, sat in that position for sixty years.

His prestige and power were immense; a single word from him could change the fate and future of an individual or even an entire family of cultivators.

"If he is a precious gem, I can take him under my wing and carefully polish him. He can become a personal disciple and not lose face," he murmured to himself.

Over the past sixty years, he has raised the overall strength of the Qingfu Sect to a new level, but he has also fallen behind in cultivation because he has wasted too much time on sect affairs.

Two years ago, Master Ge reminded him that Yu Ji's lifespan was running out and he needed to seize the time to comprehend the Great Dao of the Golden Elixir.

Break free from the shackles before your time comes, or you will only wither away and grow old.

"Hehe, I don't want to pursue the Golden Core path anymore, but it would be quite good to put aside worldly affairs and teach a few personal disciples, thus cultivating a few true disciples for the sect." He smiled.

"Let's wait a bit longer! After the next land reclamation war ends, I should step down and hand over the reins to a more capable person."

Having said that, he flickered and appeared out of thin air outside the peak of Yanxia Mountain. Then, he flashed again and headed towards the Suixu Secret Realm.

It wasn't just for Wei Jing; if there were suitable talents, he wouldn't mind taking on a few more disciples.

Whether you teach one person or two or three, it's still teaching.

……

"What?"

At Yudie Peak, in the Wei family ancestral hall, clan patriarch Wei Shuo suddenly stood up, his eyes fixed on the envelope in his hand.

"Clan leader, what happened?" Seventh Elder Wei Dao's expression was solemn. Even when he fought against the Chu family and was in a bloodthirsty frenzy, he had never seen the clan leader so shaken.

Wei Shuo remained silent, as still as a statue.

The elders were extremely anxious. What on earth happened? Tell us!

Wei Shuo took a deep breath and handed the letter from Hong Gu to Elder Wei Lie.

"What?"

A rough, horrified cry rang out.

The Seventh Elder and several other elders also came over. After reading the information on the envelope, they looked at each other and remained silent.

I didn't know how to start the conversation.

"I need to go to Qingfu Sect in person." After saying this, without waiting for the elders of the family to speak, Wei Shuo hurriedly flew away.

Wei Dao put the envelope away and said, "I'm going to pay a visit to the Feng family."

While the outside world was shocked by the strange phenomena caused by Wei Jing, Wei Jing himself was having a very difficult time in the secret realm.

Ten years passed in the secret realm, and he still gained nothing.

He visited famous mountains and great rivers, and traveled to all the mortal countries, but his conclusion was still that there were no immortals in the world.

He, Wei Jing, is the only immortal in the mortal world's dream.

He couldn't get any useful information here, and the Golden Elixir Method didn't exist. As for him figuring out the Golden Elixir Method on his own, that was just wishful thinking.

In the end, Wei Jing almost gave up hope. With no hope of achieving immortality, he was almost ready to succumb to the mortal world.

He sat there for seven days and seven nights under an old willow tree at the entrance of a small village.

Watch the sun rise and the moon set, watch the wind rustle the willows.

Finally, he settled in the village and lived like an old farmer, cultivating the land.

Spring comes and autumn goes, and six or seven years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Wei Jing has been in the secret realm for seventy years.

"Hehe, my cultivation level hasn't increased at all, but my Spring Rain Technique and Nourishing Technique are becoming more and more proficient."

Wei Jing's mastery of these two spells has long surpassed the theoretical limits of the spells themselves. Now, when he casts the Rain spell, he can create a torrential downpour that covers several villages.

"These two minor spells, which were originally not even at the first rank, have now been upgraded to the second rank." Wei Jing made a silent assessment in his mind.

Second-tier spells correspond to spells cultivated at the Foundation Establishment level. Only second-tier spells can fully demonstrate the power of Foundation Establishment spells.

Now, Wei Jing has forcibly elevated these two basic spells, which are not even at the beginner level, to a level that does not belong to them.

Of course, this skill comes from cultivating countless acres of land. With more farming and more frequent use of spells, Wei Jing unknowingly broke through the original level of spells.

"This is the power of my innate destiny. I have no bottlenecks in cultivation, and I can even improve my low-level spells through sheer hard work."

"Since there is no Golden Core method to improve my cultivation, I will devote myself to studying magic."

Therefore, Wei Jing went into seclusion again to devote himself to studying magic.

……

"Senior Brother!" Yang Qingxuan bowed to the newcomer.

The fish machine waved its hand.

Recently, Zhangmen Yuji has been frequently visiting the Suixu Secret Realm.

"It's been seventy-three days. Junior brother, have you found a promising talent that catches your eye?"

Yang Qingxuan smiled and said, "There are a few promising talents."

After saying this, the two stood on the hilltop, and Yang Qingxuan pointed out each point.

"This is Jia Shangjin, an inner disciple with dual spiritual roots. He opened his eyes after forty-five days, having seen through the illusions of the mortal world. Now, almost thirty days have passed, so it's about time he established his foundation."

"This is Nong Qingfeng, ranked seventh in the inner sect. He has dual spiritual roots of water and wood and broke through the mortal world at the age of forty-nine."

"Lu Xueqi from the Lu family also possesses the talent of having dual spiritual roots..."

"Chu Qingshan of the Chu family, and Feng Baobao of the Feng family..."

Yang Qingxuan selected seven or eight people in a row, including inner disciples of the Qingfu Sect and promising talents from various cultivation families.

As the two were talking, suddenly another person in the Suixu Secret Realm struggled to wake up. He opened his confused eyes and looked around. All around him was chaos.

"No, that's not right, that's not right!"

"I am not Wei Long."

"Am I Weilong?"

The sect leader Yu Ji and Yang Qingxuan's gazes fell on Wei Long, and Yang Qingxuan quickly introduced him:

"We are the guardians of the family and the dragon, possessing dual spiritual roots of water and fire."

"Oh, the Wei family is quite lucky." Yu Ji nodded with a smile. First, Wei Jing caused a strange phenomenon in the secret realm in eleven days, and now another member of the Wei family, Wei Long, has also seen through the mortal world.

"Yes!" Yang Qingxuan echoed. The two looked over and saw that many cultivation families were already gathering in Wei Shuo's direction, vying to offer their congratulations.

Just then, a golden light suddenly fell, just as dazzling as the golden light that fell on Wei Jing two months ago.

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

"Anomalies in the secret realm; someone has triggered them again."

"It is Jia Shangjin, the prodigy of Qingfu Sect, ranked thirty-seventh among the inner disciples."

Immediately, someone recognized the person who had triggered the strange phenomenon, and a crowd gathered to watch.

"Jia Shangjin, I seem to remember him." Yu Ji nodded, his gaze falling on the golden-glowing boy in the strange phenomenon.

Three or four days later, the strange phenomenon occurred again.

This time, it was none other than Lu Xueqi, the pride of the younger generation of the Lu family.

Then, a day later, Nong Qingfeng, the seventh-ranked inner disciple of the Qingfu Sect, also successfully established his foundation, triggering an unusual phenomenon.

Congratulations! Congratulations!

"The Lu family is truly blessed!"

"The Lu family has produced a prodigy."

Not far away, Elder Hong Gu listened to these flattering words and muttered under her breath, "Why do these words sound so familiar!"

How could she not recognize it? She had heard such flattering words countless times two months ago.