When it comes to cultivating immortality, it naturally starts with upgrading the herb garden.

Three months have passed since Xie Qingshang visited.

That day.

As usual, Song Chen sat on the bed, using pills to boost his cultivation.

The rich spiritual energy spread to every corner of the room, bringing a sense of warmth to people's hearts and causing them to unconsciously speed up the process of condensing spiritual liquid in their dantian.

The spiritual sea is already quite vast, and the day of breakthrough is imminent.

Just then, the effects of the previous pill wore off, and he opened his eyes.

This elixir should not be taken continuously, as the meridians cannot withstand it.

Song Chen took out another pill that had a rather ethereal feel and put it in his mouth to calm his mind.

This elixir has patterns on it, indicating it is a fourth-grade elixir.

It was obtained by exchanging a third-grade pill. After the pill-testing rats took it and showed no abnormalities, Song Chen began to take it himself.

This elixir does not directly enhance cultivation, but it can calm the mind, prevent arrogance and impatience, stabilize the Dao heart, and even have a certain calming effect on the soul.

Speaking of elixirs, it's quite unpleasant.

Apart from the two pills that were initially exchanged, the other pills either exploded or could not be exchanged, which frustrated Song Chen greatly.

Fortunately, the available pills were extremely effective, which somewhat calmed Song Chen's anxiety.

He took a deep breath and strolled into the front yard, which was damp.

It was the plum rain season, and the rain was pattering, creating a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere, truly giving it a fairyland feel.

Protective measures have been taken to prevent flooding in the medicinal herb fields, and fences have been erected around the fertilizer storage pits to prevent them from being submerged.

As Song Chen listened to the rain, he subconsciously recalled the plum rain season along the coast in his previous life, where it rained every day.

A brief recollection brings back memories; counting the days, it's been more than seven or eight months since I arrived in this world.

Recently, strange movements have been observed in Wandaobo, with surging tides and towering waves, and occasionally the figures of Foundation Establishment level monsters appear.

Not to mention the sea, people have been swept away by the sea even on the shore.

As for fishermen, news of their drowning would emerge every few days.

Everyone was filled with fear and dared not go out to sea.

Although the Lower Sword Sect has taken action and temporarily established a harbor rescue team, the number of fishermen going out to sea has still decreased significantly.

These people then flocked to the markets and forests, indirectly making the islands extremely bustling with crowds.

Unfortunately, none of this had anything to do with Song Chen.

He took out his cold blade in the rain, letting the water droplets fall on him without dodging or avoiding them, simply brandishing the blade.

Suddenly, the chill intensified as the blade danced.

The cold air drifted and spread, causing countless water droplets to freeze, condense in the air, and fall to the ground with a cracking sound.

A strange feeling arose in Song Chen's heart, and the blade in his hand became more and more in line with his skin, as if it were his own limbs.

Just as he seemed about to embark on the path of the sword, a barrier appeared in his mind, firmly blocking his progress.

Why?

Song Chen stopped swinging his sword, and the rain returned to normal, frequently hitting his body.

His face was full of confusion. He clearly had the artistic conception and skillful swordsmanship, and had clearly stepped into the path of the sword, yet he forcibly retreated.

Why is that?

He refused to believe it and waved his hand again, only to get stuck before entering the path once more.

"I...cannot attain enlightenment?"

"If alchemy is acceptable, why not swordsmanship?"

Fortunately, Song Chen took a pill to stabilize his Dao heart; otherwise, his Dao heart would probably have shattered by now.

He looked up at the sky, his heart filled with countless grievances he could not express, which finally turned into a long sigh.

Immediately, Song Chen gathered his thoughts and thought to himself with a sense of comfort:

"Though I haven't reached the Dao, I've already achieved the pinnacle before entering the Dao. I can call myself the number one swordsman before entering the Dao!"

Upon thinking of this, Song Chen's expression softened slightly.

The process of wielding a blade is not only for entering the Tao, but also for relaxing the saturated meridians.

Now, he can resume his cultivation by taking pills.

One thing brings sorrow, another brings joy.

It's offset! It's offset!

Song Chen returned to his room, took the pill, and immediately entered a meditative state.

The elixir enters the abdomen and rises above the dantian, continuously transforming into spiritual energy, which then condenses into spiritual liquid.

With the surge of energy in his dantian, everything fell into place naturally.

Qi Refining Stage 7!

Song Chen did not stop cultivating. This pill was different from the Qi Gathering and Spirit Gathering pills; it was uncontrollable.

Once the spiritual energy enters his dantian, he must consume it, otherwise the dantian will burst, leading to death.

However, this is also good, as I have just broken through and can continue to cultivate to consolidate my cultivation level.

Song Chen remained motionless until a day later.

After his cultivation breakthrough, his meridians were greatly enhanced, which made him absorb spiritual energy more than twice as fast as before, allowing him to break free from cultivation in just one day.

His dantian and spiritual sea were stable and firm, no different from those of a veteran Qi Refining Level 7 cultivator.

If Song Chen were to face Feng Sancai again now, he certainly wouldn't be in such a sorry state!

He stood up and walked quickly to the front yard, where it was still raining.

But this doesn't have any impact.

Song Chen immediately unleashed the "Three Pure Sword Shadow Technique," and several sword shadows shot out, circling around him. He could also release them at will, near or far.

Each sword shadow can unleash terrifying sword techniques, with power several times stronger than before.

His mind stirred slightly.

A terrifying sword shadow flashed by.

The rainwater that was still in the air in the front yard instantly split in two and scattered on the ground!

With this move, Song Chen has a 50% chance of winning against Feng Sancai again!

Followed by.

A long, black needle flew out from Song Chen's right sleeve.

The long needle is becoming increasingly easy to control, with its speed and power more than tripling compared to the past!

The Soul-Snatching Needle is a high-grade magic weapon, and it can only be perfectly controlled by those who have reached the late stage of Qi Refining.

Song Chen suddenly urged forward, and the Soul-Snatching Needle flew forward like a light shuttle.

That was not his intention.

His figure vanished in an instant, moving at a speed equal to that of a needle tip!

Therefore, Song Chen caught the needle in mid-air and canceled the attack.

This is the effect of the Wind Boots; compared to the previous magical artifacts, its increase is the greatest!

In terms of speed alone, it's even comparable to an airship!

Thinking of the flying boat, Song Chen had a sudden thought and immediately summoned it, stepping on it to activate the Void-Breaking effect!

The flying boat carried him into the void.

Emerging from the other end, one finds oneself in the center of Wandaobo. Looking back, Fenghe Island appears to be only the size of a dot of ink.

Song Chen was delighted.

This leap is equivalent to at least a quarter of his normal flight time!

I am quite confident that I can escape in the future!

However, this action consumed a great deal of spiritual energy, and more than half of his spiritual sea was instantly depleted.

"It's alright! This is my trump card for escaping anyway, so what if it consumes a lot of energy!"

Song Chen laughed heartily and was about to turn back to his residence.

A violent fluctuation of spiritual energy emanated from the side, accompanied by the glint of swords.

He followed the scent and found an island not far away with a small black array on it, from which the sounds of fighting were coming from.

Song Chen didn't want to get involved in other people's business and originally intended to control the flying boat to leave directly.

Never thought.

Suddenly, a loud and piercing sound came from within the formation.

"Fellow Daoist, please lend a hand! I am Jian Wufeng, a disciple of the chief elder of the Lower Sword Sect! I will surely reward you handsomely afterward!"

Song Chen was bewildered.

Sword without edge?

I don't know them, we're unrelated, and I don't want to help them!

The moment Song Chen had this thought, he felt an aura lock onto him.

'Is this still a mandatory mission?' He thought to himself, sensing the lock on.

The next moment, a hoarse voice came from inside the formation.

"Looking for help? Then I'll strike first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Chen sensed a terrifying aura rushing towards him!