I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

Mengshan City, located in the northeast of Nanyang County, is not large in size and is not far from Hongluan City, which Han Yi had visited before. However, in terms of importance, it is much weaker compared to Hongluan City.

The lord of Mengshan City appointed by Daqian Immortal Country is a cultivator at the Foundation Building late stage. One can gauge the city’s status from this point alone.

An Immortal Boat came to a sudden stop after a few breaths, moving from extreme speed to complete stillness. The people on the Immortal Boat did not feel any rocking. The boat landed in an open space within the city, and two figures stepped down from it.

These two people were naturally Han Yi and Zheng Hai.

It took only half a day to travel from Xuandan Sect to Mengshan City by Immortal Boat, and they arrived swiftly.

The reason they returned to Mengshan City was that Han Yi and Zheng Hai’s families were both from Mengshan City, and the two were cultivators who had left the city.

However, unlike Han Yi, whose family background was not good and had no relatives left here, the Zheng family was a cultivation family in Mengshan City. Although they were only at the Qi Refining level, and the head of the family was only at the Qi Refining seventh layer, their status in Mengshan City was already quite high.

“We’re back.”

Zheng Hai sighed with regret, his face pale and bloodless.

“Yeah, we’re back,” Han Yi’s voice was low.

“Let’s go. What we have to face, we must face eventually. *cough cough*…” Zheng Hai walked toward the Zheng family home, and a hint of a smile appeared on his face as he thought of something.

“Han Yi, do you remember when we first took the Xuandan Sect’s entrance exam together, how spirited we were?”

“Back then, it was the first time we saw the towering Immortal Mountain and the illusory Cloud Sea, which left you so excited.”

“By the way, do you still have that Immortal Sword Control Diagram? I remember you being so foolish as to spend five Spirit Sands to buy that deceitful map. I couldn’t stop laughing at you then.”

Zheng Hai muttered to himself, speaking slowly. When he reached this point, he tried to smile, but the pain of his injury made him cough several more times.

Han Yi walked silently beside him the entire way.

As Zheng Hai babbled on, Han Yi’s memories surged in a flurry of images, most of which were from before his transmigration, and a small part were from after.

This time, when they returned to Mengshan City, Han Yi strongly opposed it because Zheng Hai’s injuries had not yet healed. His physical skills had not even fully recovered to the level of an ordinary person, and he needed at least a month of rest.

However, upon learning of his own situation, Zheng Hai set his mind on leaving the Xuandan Sect and returning to Mengshan City.

Over the years, his good friend had been anything but indecisive. In fact, he was even more stubborn than Han Yi himself. Once he made up his mind, not even ten bulls could drag him back.

After much persuasion, Han Yi finally gave in to his wishes.

“We’re here.”

Unknowingly, the two had walked through many streets and alleys and arrived at a courtyard, the Zheng family home.

Zheng Hai knocked on the door, and people from the Zheng family soon welcomed him and Han Yi inside.

Two hours later, Han Yi left behind the necessary pills and demonstrated his authority in front of the other cultivators of the Zheng family. Then, he took to the air with his sword control technique, his heart heavy as he looked at Zheng Hai waving goodbye from the courtyard.

After pausing for three breaths, Han Yi released the Immortal Boat, boarded it, and soared away into the sky.

Below, in the courtyard of the Zheng family,

Zheng Hai gazed at the departing Immortal Boat for a long time before finally looking away, his eyes reddening.

“I really want to see how far you can go, Han Yi.”

“I really want to see what the scenery is like at the pinnacle of the Immortal Road, but 1 know that I’m destined never to fulfill this wish. Han Yi, I hope you will carry my wish with you and continue forward.”

Thousands of meters above the ground, a somber figure sat alone on the Immortal Boat, drinking bottle after bottle of spirit wine. The wine had aged for some years, given to him by Luo Yunzhou when he had visited the Luo family in Daofu City.

Han Yi knew that the path of cultivation was destined to be lonely. However, in such a short time, he had already witnessed the death or departure of many of his good friends.

He couldn’t help but feel a mix of sadness and loneliness.

A figure of an explosively attractive woman flashed through his mind, and with a jolt of renewed determination, he already made up his mind.

Putting away the empty spirit wine bottles, Han Yi took out thirty middle-grade Spirit Stones and embedded them into the control center of the Immortal Boat. He filled all thirty-six slots with Spirit Stones, and then, his divine sense surged into the Immortal Boat. The speed of the Immortal Boat instantly increased several times, moving like a streaking glare.

The Immortal Boat set off from Luofeng Country, crossed Taihe and Gaoyuan Countries, and finally entered the territory of Gu Shu County.

After more than a month, a magnificent Immortal City loomed ahead.

The Immortal City was immense, only one-third smaller than Daqian Immortal City, but it was still awe-inspiring in Han Yi’s eyes.

Gu Shu Immortal City.

The second-largest Immortal City in Daqian Immortal Country, the largest Immortal City in Shu State, and one of the vast Immortal Cities known throughout the Nine States.

In fact, most cultivators in Shu State simply referred to it with a more concise name: Shu Du, the capital of ancient Shu.

Legend has it that tens of thousands of years ago, there was an immortal country established in Shu State, with its immortal capital chosen to be Gu Shu Immortal City. This immortal country was called Gu Shu, hence the name Gu Shu Immortal City.

Throughout the years, even though the Gu Shu Immortal Country had long vanished into the tides of history, most cultivators of Shu State still habitually referred to it as Shu Du.

With ten kilometers left until the Immortal City, three of Daqian’s official cultivators approached to intercept.

“Stop, fellow cultivators. Where do you hail from?”

These three cultivators, clad in bronze-colored armors, stopped Han Yi with their sword control techniques, hovering in front of him..