In Medicine God Valley, herbs were hung out to dry everywhere, and the sect members and disciples mostly discussed how to refine pills and prepare medicinal formulas. Likewise, talisman papers were being dried all over the Longhu Mountains, and Daoist masters frequently explained to young Daoist priests how to hold brushes and draw those talismans.0

Upon arriving at the Shu Sword Sect, Wang Sheng noticed that what they hung all around were… socks, Daoist robes, and training attire. There was no helping it. Cultivators below the Spirit Convergence Realm sweated too much while practicing swordsmanship.0

Moreover, within the sect, rules had to be followed. One could not dress too casually, unlike Wang Sheng in his early days, when his cultivation was still low. Back then, he could simply wear shorts and a vest and train through bitter winter and blazing summer alike. Nonetheless, the familiar scents immediately gave Wang Sheng a strong sense of the sword cultivation atmosphere.0

The same night he arrived, several Daoist elders and over ten Daoist masters summoned Wang Sheng at an ancient palace. Inside, tablets honoring the Three Pure Ones were enshrined. A broken five-meter-long stone sword lay diagonally before the tablets.0

Soon, the Daoist...0