144: Chapter 144 Appearance is the easiest thing to deceive.

[Cultivation Technique: Solid Spirit Form]

[Grade: High Grade Golden Core Stage]

[trait: Condensation Speed]

[A defensive Cultivation Technique that consumes spiritual energy to quickly gather spiritual energy around the body and form a solid protective barrier. The condensing speed of the protective barrier is relatively faster than ordinary Cultivation Techniques. The stronger the control over spiritual energy, the higher the barrier's hardness and condensing speed.]

Quite a simple and practical effect.

Although it didn't have any flashy gimmicks or effects,

it won out on practicality.

Qingdan Peak was originally a peak focused primarily on Alchemy Cultivators.

Being able to find such a High Grade defensive Cultivation Technique was already an unexpected pleasant surprise.

It seemed Liu Qingyan and Jiang Yuwei had indeed put a lot of thought into helping him.

Mo Zixing rapidly skimmed through the Cultivation Technique's mnemonic formulas, reading ten lines at a glance.

The Movement Technique beneath his feet did not slow down in the slightest as he followed behind Great Elder Qin Cangyue with plenty of energy to spare.

He mobilized the spiritual energy within his body.

Following the pathways recorded in the Cultivation Technique, he slowly circulated it for a full cycle.

With his Heavenly Dao Golden Core Divine Sense, coupled with the control over spiritual energy brought by his Spiritual Root strengthening trait,

even though he was multitasking, practicing like this along the way still allowed him to successfully commit the entire contents of the "Solid Spirit Form" to heart.

Mo Zixing took a deep breath.

With a thought, he activated the Cultivation Technique.

At the same time, the power of the [Immovable Wisdom King (Gold)] trait was also automatically attached to the defensive Cultivation Technique when it was activated.

As the spiritual energy circulated and gathered,

a layer of spiritual energy barrier silently condensed around his body.

It appeared as thin as a cicada's wing,

but in reality, it was as solid as a rock.

Mo Zixing raised his hand to summon a Flying Sword containing three types of spiritual energy.

He unceremoniously stabbed it toward himself.

The blade slashed heavily against the barrier.

The barrier only emitted a crisp, metallic clink; there was not even a ripple or wave in response.

He himself did not feel the slightest drain.

A High Grade Golden Core Cultivation Technique indeed lived up to its reputation.

"Ouch!"

A cry of pain suddenly rang out.

Sect Master Bai Ruotong, who had been sleeping sweetly in his arms while smacking her little lips,

was suddenly jostled by Mo Zixing, causing her little head to crash into the cold barrier.

She was instantly woken up by the impact.

Rubbing her forehead, she raised her head dazedly and glared at Mo Zixing in a huff:

"Did you do that on purpose, you jerk? What did you just bump me with?!"

She wanted to give Mo Zixing's arm a hard pinch, but her little hand was blocked directly outside the barrier.

She could only wave her hands in impotent rage.

Mo Zixing withdrew the barrier and rubbed her forehead while holding back his laughter:

"Sorry about that. This is the new defensive Cultivation Technique I just learned. I was just testing its effects."

"A Cultivation Technique?"

Hearing this, Sect Master Bai Ruotong instantly snapped awake:

"You already know how to use it now?"

"Yeah, why?"

Mo Zixing said with an innocent look.

"How long have I even been asleep?"

Sect Master Bai Ruotong's eyes widened in disbelief:

"Aren't you learning Cultivation Techniques a bit too fast?"

"Just a stroke of luck."

Mo Zixing smiled, freeing up a hand to pinch her little face:

"It's mainly because this technique is simple. I just needed to mobilize my spiritual energy according to it."

"Even so, no one is as fast as you."

Sect Master Bai Ruotong shook her head, clearly thinking he was playing dumb with her.

Just then,

Great Elder Qin Cangyue, who was walking ahead, slowly decelerated his Movement Technique.

Then, he came to a stop.

Mo Zixing also paused his steps.

"Elder Mo, we are almost there."

Great Elder Qin Cangyue turned around and informed him.

Mo Zixing focused his senses to listen carefully.

Sure enough, he could hear the faint, noisy chatter of people ahead, along with quite a few fluctuations of spiritual energy.

Hearing him say this, Sect Master Bai Ruotong also understood they were about to arrive at the Qingyun Sect.

She jumped down from Mo Zixing's arms.

Instead, she clung tightly to his arm, narrowing her eyes to scan their surroundings.

The group walked another hundred paces forward.

A majestic mountain gate appeared before their eyes.

The mountain gate of the Qingyun Sect was even more grand than that of the Mingyu Sect.

Standing at the entrance of the mountain gate were two rows of Disciples dressed in the Sect's uniform.

Every single one of them had a steady aura.

One glance was enough to tell they were strictly trained.

As the three of them approached,

the Disciple at the very front immediately stepped forward and bowed to them:

"Everyone, please present your invitation or Sect token."

Mo Zixing took out the invitation card and handed it over.

The Disciple took the invitation, inspected it carefully, and immediately said respectfully to Mo Zixing and Great Elder Qin Cangyue:

"So you are the Elders of the Mingyu Sect. Welcome, welcome."

As he spoke, he stepped aside and made a gesture of invitation.

When his gaze swept over Sect Master Bai Ruotong next to them, he merely gave her a casual glance.

Then, he resumed his respectful smile, showing no intention of stopping or questioning her.

Mo Zixing raised his eyebrows thoughtfully.

The invitation clearly stated they only invited one or two Elders.

Yet, the other party completely ignored Sect Master Bai Ruotong's presence, not even asking her to register.

It seemed there really was some hidden agenda.

Once they entered the mountain gate,

a Disciple immediately came forward to greet them with a standard smile on his face:

"Honored guests, please follow me. I will lead you to the venue."

The group followed him down a long path.

All the way until they stood before a massive building.

This was a building constructed entirely of blue-black bricks and stones.

It had a domed roof and a bulging body, with the exterior walls carved with complex, peculiar patterns and several Pill Formulas.

Several tiny holes were opened at the top, from which a faint white smoke was slowly drifting out.

Mo Zixing raised his eyebrows as he looked at this design.

This building...

actually looked quite like a Pill Furnace.

It was quite unique and fit the theme of this invitation very well.

The gatekeeper Disciple pushed open the stone doors.

A rich fragrance of Medicinal Pills washed over them.

Inside was a massive hall that could accommodate dozens to a hundred people.

Seventy to eighty percent of the seats below were already occupied.

People dressed in uniforms from various Sects were conversing in hushed tones in groups of twos and threes.

On the high platform in the distance,

a refined-looking middle-aged man dressed in white Daoist robes was giving low-voiced instructions to the Disciples beside him.

He must be the chief Alchemy Cultivator of the Qingyun Sect mentioned in the invitation, who had comprehended the mysterious Pill Formula.

Sensing someone entering,

the middle-aged man raised his head.

He smiled at Mo Zixing's group of three from afar.

His smile was extremely standard, and the upward curve of his lips was actually just right.

He looked gentle, refined, and incredibly amiable.

He gave a few instructions to the Disciples beside him.

Immediately, two Disciples carrying tea trays walked quickly toward them.

Mo Zixing remained impassive on the surface, but he grew secretly vigilant in his heart.

Appearance is the easiest to deceive.

To become the top Alchemy Cultivator of the Qingyun Sect, he was definitely not as simple as he appeared.

With a thought,

he quietly opened the system panel and aimed it at the middle-aged man on the high platform.

When his gaze swept over the personality column, Mo Zixing couldn't help but smack his lips.