Immortal Cultivation: Starting from a Pharmacy Apprentice

Chapter 327: Chapter 327: Return to the Mountain

Broken Blade Peak of the Inner Sect was formed entirely of strange rock.

In terms of toughness, it rivaled the metal weapons of the mortal world.

The structures carved into it could last not just for a hundred years, but even a thousand, and it would be considered nothing out of the ordinary.

In a pavilion carved into the mountainside.

Bai Mo stood with his head lowered, being registered in the records. The man in tight-fitting clothes who had led him up the mountain had already left.

The man hadn’t been free in the first place; he had just happened to run into Bai Mo and made the trip.

"Junior Brother, I already know your name and origins."

The Inner Sect senior brother registering Bai Mo was quite fair and gentle, and he spoke in a refined manner—a rare sight on Broken Blade Peak.

He set down the calligraphy brush in his hand.

"Junior Brother, what is your current post in the Inner Sect Department?"

"If it’s a convenient one, we disciples of Broken Blade Peak help each other out. After all, there are many of us, and it’s hard to make a living."

Bai Mo shook his head.

"I’m currently guarding the Black Prison on Mi Mountain. I’m afraid the senior brothers won’t be able to find any use for me there."

The registration disciple was stunned into silence.

"I’d heard the Black Prison had a new warden, but I never thought it’d be one of our own from this peak."

This was good, too. In the future, if fellow disciples from his lineage wanted to dispute their merits and needed a certificate issued from the Black Prison, it would save them a lot of favors.

"Junior Brother, what kind of Cultivation Technique are you practicing now?"

The registration disciple turned, brought out several wooden boxes, and placed them one by one on the counter.

"If I do say so myself, our Broken Blade Peak is the most generous in the sect when it comes to cultivation methods."

"The flourishing martial spirit on our peak is not unrelated to this."

Seeing the wooden boxes opened one after another, revealing the copies of cultivation methods arranged inside, Bai Mo quickly spoke up.

"In the Outer Sect, I already had several methods given to me by a senior brother."

Bai Mo sighed.

"It’s embarrassing to admit, but as I practiced the others, I grew rusty with them."

"Now, I’m only still practicing the Divine Thought Transformation Scripture and the Hundred Weapons Sacrificial Dao Skill."

The registration disciple wasn’t surprised and began searching through the wooden boxes.

"Just as I thought. Judging by your appearance, Junior Brother, you don’t seem like the type to practice great arts of slaughter."

"As for the others, if you gave them up, you gave them up. The fact that you even had that thought probably means you weren’t compatible with them anyway."

He seemed very experienced.

"The two methods you practice can both lead to extremely profound realms, so I won’t switch them out for you."

He finally selected a book and handed it to Bai Mo.

"The Reverse Understanding of the Hundred Weapons Sacrificial Daoist Skill. This is an elder’s insights on the skill, explaining in minute detail how a Cultivator can use Divine Thought to construct illusory instruments."

Bai Mo took it, and before he could even flip through a few pages, three more books were placed in front of him.

The True Understanding of the Divine Thought Transformation Scripture, the Whale Drinking Skill, and the Micro-Dust Body Refining Skill.

The registration disciple paused, placed his hand on the three books, and tapped them lightly.

"The True Understanding of the Divine Thought Transformation Scripture is also an improved version made by a sect elder. I doubt you’ll refuse it, Junior Brother."

"Of course not."

Bai Mo took a soft breath and pulled it closer.

The currents of the Cultivation Realm surged ever forward. The two methods he had considered so incredible had already been modified and advanced further by his predecessors.

"The remaining two are both methods for absorbing qi. They each have different focuses, so you can choose for yourself, Junior Brother."

Bai Mo didn’t hesitate for long before choosing the Micro-Dust Body Refining Skill.

This method focused on the meticulous channeling of Spiritual Qi. It was very mentally taxing, but it happened to play right into Bai Mo’s strengths.

And just like that, Bai Mo completed his registration on Broken Blade Peak.

Before he left, Bai Mo asked one more question.

"Those two monthly Courage Pills, can they be exchanged for something else?"

"This Pill is precious, prized for its ability to increase a Cultivator’s aura and stamina, but it’s not what I need."

The registration disciple shook his head and chuckled.

"Courage Pills aren’t easy to come by. For all the disciples on Broken Blade Peak, it adds up to thousands upon thousands of pills."

"If we hadn’t won the inter-branch competitions and used some connections and favors, there’s no way we could have secured so many."

"The peak can’t exchange them for other items. You’ll have to see if you can trade them with someone privately on the outside..."

Understanding the rules of Broken Blade Peak, Bai Mo didn’t stay any longer and left the mountain briskly.

The Flying Ship shimmered with light and sped away.

Aside from the time needed to return to Mi Mountain, Bai Mo still had one free day.

In this short time, he naturally lingered in the major marketplaces, purchasing supplies.

He bought medicinal herbs and plant seeds in large quantities.

By the time he was heading back, he had spent most of his remaining Spirit Stones, leaving only five hundred for emergencies.

Once his shopping was done, Bai Mo rushed back without stopping.

The Flying Ship flew twenty li. Bai Mo’s gaze swept across the area around Mi Mountain, and he confirmed that there was hardly anyone around.

Apart from the seven disciples on guard duty and the marketplace that raised and sold fragrant pearls, the next nearest place was half a day’s journey even by Flying Ship.

’No, wait. According to the senior brother from the Foreign Affairs Hall, to the north of Mi Mountain, there’s a disciple who fishes year-round.’

’He’s the North River Fisherman, on a similar assignment to mine.’

’It’s a journey of two or three shichen. I can go visit him when I have time.’

From a distance, Bai Mo slowed the Flying Ship.

Mi Mountain was filled with restrictions. Heaven knew what kind of chaos he might trigger by rushing in recklessly.

As the Flying Ship drew closer, Bai Mo saw a black dot hopping about on Mi Mountain.

’Is that Ah Er?’

It had clearly spotted Bai Mo as well and came bounding down from the mountainside.

By the time Bai Mo landed the Flying Ship outside the mountain, the badger that had come down from the peak was already there.

This badger was truly different now.

After several days of hard work digesting the medicinal power in its body, Ah Er’s fur was now smooth as watered silk.

It had also shot up by a finger’s height, already looking like a proper fierce beast.

Bai Mo was very pleased with this self-aware and obedient partner. He casually rewarded it with a Pill and then focused his thoughts.

BOOM!

A gateway opened wide.

Bai Mo stepped through, and Ah Er followed, wiggling its short tail. But it suddenly realized it hadn’t brought its things back yet.

"GRUNT!"

It let out a cry, its face filled with solemnity.

Bai Mo glanced down and understood what it meant.

"Go on."

Ah Er shot out, scrambled onto the rocks in a few bounds, and leaped up the mountain.

Meanwhile, Bai Mo headed straight back to the stone house. He took out the medicinal herbs and other things he had purchased, tossing them out one by one until they covered the floor.

The returning Ah Er jumped in fright.

"Grunt?"

Bai Mo waved his hand.

"Don’t worry about the other things. Help me put this stuff away."

Hearing this, Ah Er quickly put down its shoulder pole, wooden buckets, and miniature hoe-like tools.

It went over to the medicinal herbs and stacked up the Pills that Bai Mo had piled nearby.

Bai Mo, for his part, let out a sigh of relief. He finally sat down in a chair to catch his breath and, before he knew it, had fallen asleep.

Traveling day and night at the speed of the Flying Ship had taken a toll on even Bai Mo’s mind and energy.

When he opened his eyes again, the badger was also asleep in its nest, hugging its own pill bottle.

The sky was already dark.

"Alright."

Bai Mo stood up and stretched.

’It’s been many days. I haven’t inspected the Black Prison yet.’

’I’ve had a nap. First thing tomorrow morning, I’ll take a trip to the prison.’

He had been gone for five days. Heaven knew if any prisoner transports had been delayed.

Then there was the matter with Old Man Sun Qian. Since it was settled, he had to go tell him the good news and not let the man worry for nothing.

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