Early the next morning, Yang Lingrui emerged from meditation.
A minor Immortal Patrol Division official assigned to receive him was already waiting outside the courtyard.
"Immortal Master, please follow me."
Following him through the clusters of courtyards, Yang Lingrui headed to the Dharma Assembly grounds alongside the other invited cultivators.
Most of these cultivators were in their twenties and at Qi Gathering Mid-stage. There were even a few whose depth Yang Lingrui could not discern; they were undoubtedly at Late Qi Gathering.
In terms of cultivation, Yang Lingrui was not particularly outstanding, yet he still drew quite a few looks.
This was because he was the youngest among the cultivators invited on this trip, and, just as Li Qingwan had said, Yang Lingrui was handsome enough to catch the eye.
His somewhat pale complexion only added several shades of cold detachment to him.
The cultivators traveling alongside him were surprised that he had reached the fourth level of cultivation at such a young age. Yet after sensing him more closely, suspicion appeared on their faces.
"His aura is in complete disarray, and his spiritual flow is blocked."
"What a fine-looking shell he has, but judging by this bearing, could he have relied too heavily on external aid?"
"I nearly thought I had encountered some heaven-blessed prodigy. Turns out he is merely a medicinal jar piled up with pills."
"What a pity, what a pity. This is no different from killing the chicken to get the eggs. Truly unwise."
"The Songshan Yang Family? Never heard of them."
The young cultivators secretly weighed matters in their hearts, each holding a different opinion of Yang Lingrui.
Yet they had all basically concluded that he had broken through by consuming a great number of pills.
Facing those scrutinizing gazes, Yang Lingrui remained calm and