Immortal Cultivation: Starting from a Pharmacy Apprentice

Chapter 326: Chapter 326: Registration

The disciples from Kongliu Valley craned their necks, watching the Flying Ship fly into the distance.

"Which sect’s disciple is that? How could he be so wealthy?"

someone asked.

The disciple who had received Bai Mo shook his head.

"He must have some other special skills. Otherwise, how could he so casually produce over ten thousand Spirit Stones?"

"Take down that Flying Ship’s registration number. Tell the others to be extra careful with him in the future. Someone who can part with over ten thousand Spirit Stones is a client who can help us with a lot of business."

A disciple beside him nodded, his face breaking into a smile.

"Who says we can’t do smart business just because we do the rough work?"

"Even just by running this Flying Ship service, we can keep expanding our business..."

...

A streak of cyan light shot across the sky.

Bai Mo leaped off the Flying Ship not far from the Foreign Affairs Hall. He formed a hand seal, concealing the light of its array, and simply left it by the side of the road.

Traveling day and night, it had still taken him a full day to pilot the Flying Ship, even with his level of Divine Thought.

If he hadn’t seen it for himself, he would have found it hard to believe. The Foreign Affairs Hall, which managed all the inner sect’s external matters, was situated so casually in the middle of a barren wilderness.

A two-story wooden pavilion, occupying a vast area, stood by the desolate road.

The eaves were carved with exotic beasts, appearing both lazy and majestic, each with a natural, composed expression.

Disciples bustled in and out.

Quite a few Flying Ships were parked haphazardly by the road, just like his. No one seemed to mind.

Bai Mo stepped into the pavilion, and a wave of noise crashed over him.

A disciple, red in the face, was locked in an evenly matched argument with another disciple who had a Suanni embroidered on his chest.

Other disciples were swapping news, their voices a low buzz of discussion.

"Have you heard? Red Old Demon has been spotted around Qi Mountain. He even started his own faction, the ’Flowing Sand Hall’..."

"The war in the north is getting intense. Anyone interested?"

"I’d rather die than do menial labor in the sect! Who’s with me to take on a demon extermination mission!?"

"..."

Bai Mo was amazed. Walking inside felt like stepping into a bustling tavern in the martial world, where all sorts of rumors and news were being passed around.

After listening for a moment, Bai Mo spotted a peculiar sight: a disciple dozing off in a corner despite the clamor.

"Senior Brother?"

The dozing disciple jolted awake.

He straightened the gold-threaded Suanni on his chest, this disciple of the Foreign Affairs Hall, and glanced around to gather his wits before asking casually,

"What is it?"

"Greetings, Senior Brother."

Bai Mo said quietly,

"I’m the disciple assigned to guard the Black Prison on Mi Mountain. There’s an old Cultivator inside named Sun Qian..."

Bai Mo explained the matter of Sun Qian’s 250-year sentence.

Upon hearing the four words "Mi Mountain Black Prison," the Foreign Affairs Hall disciple’s expression turned serious.

"We’re already aware of the matter you’ve described."

"When the news came in earlier, we sent someone to investigate. We even found the Senior Uncle who originally made the capture."

"It’s been confirmed that this is indeed the case. For some reason, however, he was never entered into the Mi Mountain registry."

"It was likely an oversight by the disciple on watch..."

Realization dawned on Bai Mo.

"So that’s what happened. In that case, when the time comes..."

"Mm, just wait for the official command token from the Foreign Affairs Hall. Someone will be sent to release Sun Qian."

The Foreign Affairs Hall disciple finished, then smiled.

"You seem quite concerned about him, Junior Brother."

"That’s good. Being cooped up in the mountains, it’s nice to have something to do."

"In the past, some disciples assigned there had nothing to do. Out of sheer boredom, their minds were affected by the ambient energies of the place, and they descended into chaos..."

He shook his head, a hint of pity in his voice.

Bai Mo didn’t have the energy to meddle in others’ affairs. He shook his head and said,

"Sun Qian has been in the Black Prison for over two hundred years. He’s seen and heard a lot, which makes him useful to me."

"That’s why I’m taking an interest."

Having received his answer, Bai Mo glanced at the lively scene inside the pavilion and prepared to leave.

The Foreign Affairs Hall disciple walked him out.

"The Hall always provides special consideration for Cultivators like you, Junior Brother, who are assigned to such dull, arduous posts."

"If you have any miscellaneous tasks or face any inconveniences, just let us know. The Hall can lend a hand."

Bai Mo was a little surprised to hear this, and it showed on his face.

"Sigh, to be honest with you, Junior Brother, many years ago, your assignment was actually a form of punishment and a test for disciples."

"There are others in similar situations, like the beast herders in the deep pools, or the fishermen on the banks of the North River... Each post has its own hardships!"

As they spoke, they reached the entrance.

’Although I don’t understand what’s so hard about those jobs,’ he thought, ’I probably just haven’t experienced it yet.’

But since the Foreign Affairs Hall was offering this kindness, Bai Mo wasn’t about to refuse it.

"To be honest, Senior Brother, I have a business in Immortal Arrival City in the outside world. I won’t be able to return for a while."

"But my shop in the city still needs to operate, so I have some letters and items I need to send back."

The Foreign Affairs Hall disciple listened without a change in expression. He simply waved his hand magnanimously.

"A trivial matter. We can have the Hall’s messenger birds carry it for you on their regular trips."

"That’s Immortal Arrival City, by the Celestial Barrier Mountain range, right? The Hall was the one that issued the token to take control of that city."

This convenience was exactly what Bai Mo needed.

He thanked the disciple profusely before finally departing.

The Flying Ship was once again enveloped in a flowing light as it set off.

This time, its destination was Broken Blade Peak of the inner sect.

「The next day.」

Bai Mo descended beside a colossal peak.

He landed at the foot of Cangjing Mountain and parked his Flying Ship by the roadside.

He was already starting to feel the inconvenience of it.

The Flying Ship was imprinted with his Spiritual Qi. Unless he personally removed the imprint, no one else could move it.

But having to constantly land and take off to run errands was quite draining.

’I need to get a storage-type Magical Artifact that can hold the Flying Ship,’ Bai Mo thought. ’But a Magical Artifact with that much capacity would be far too expensive.’

Bai Mo tilted his head back to look at the mountain.

It was said that Broken Blade Peak was one of the largest mountains in the inner sect.

Seeing it now, he knew the rumors were true.

From its base to its midway point, Broken Blade Peak looked as if it had been forged from a single, flawless piece of refined iron, its entire surface a uniform, jet-black.

Higher up, it was shrouded in clouds.

The higher one looked, the denser the clouds became, and the deeper their hue.

At the very summit, they glowed with the splendid colors of a sunset.

Bai Mo started up the mountain, but he hadn’t gone far before someone blocked his path.

"Hey, you!"

Bai Mo looked over to see a man in tight-fitting clothes with his arms crossed.

The man sized Bai Mo up for a moment, his face expressionless.

"Are you a new inner sect disciple?"

"I am."

"Follow me."

The man in tight-fitting clothes led the way, and Bai Mo followed closely.

Soon, they were ascending a set of black stone steps, making their way up the mountain.

"Judging by your physique, you’re not particularly outstanding. Which branch were you from in the outer sect?"

"I was from the Broken Blade Peak branch as well, Senior Brother."

"Hmm?"

The man turned back, giving Bai Mo another look.

"What Cultivation Technique did you practice?"

"I’m not skilled in Physique Skills. I only cultivate a Divine Thought Skill."

Bai Mo answered honestly.

Although he hadn’t deliberately trained it, his constant use of Divine Thought to observe and assist in his day-and-night alchemy had already raised it to a considerable level.

The man turned his head forward again.

"So you have some skill."

"A Divine Thought Cultivation Technique... a lot of those grunts who only know how to temper their bodies can’t practice those."

"The outer sect was hiding quite a few promising talents. If it weren’t for this new batch, we would’ve never known."

"Every single one of them gets comfortable staying out there, not realizing how much it’s hindering their cultivation path! Hmph!"

By the end, his tone was laced with the disappointment of a mentor for an underachieving student.

Bai Mo didn’t dare to respond.

’I know a few senior brothers just like that,’ he thought. ’They’re incredibly skilled, but who knows what they’re busy doing all day.’

The man didn’t expect a response and continued on his own,

"Here in the inner sect, our Broken Blade Peak isn’t strict with its disciples. Your progress on your path is all up to you. Don’t slack off."

"As for disciple benefits, you get two Courage Pills per month."

"Don’t you dare think that’s too little. Our peak has a lot of people, and those benefits were earned by our disciples fighting hard in the sect’s competitions."

Bai Mo quickly interjected.

"How could I dare complain? You must be joking, Senior Brother."

"Mm. Everyone has to contribute to earn benefits for our peak. Keep that in mind from now on..."

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