Inside and outside the Medicine Immortal Pavilion are separated. To enter the Medicine Immortal Pavilion, one must traverse a corridor of hundreds of meters through a gorge.
In the gorge, the gale howls, and even the slightest sound echoes between the stone walls, resembling the thunderous roar from beyond, making one involuntarily kneel.
After passing through the gorge corridor, the view ahead suddenly opens up. In a valley surrounded by mountains, green trees thrive, buildings dot the landscape, many hidden among the woods and flowers.
Paths extend from the gorge entrance to various buildings, and the architecture within the valley spans ancient and modern, domestic and foreign, yet all are well-presented.
The oldest buildings seem to be a thousand years old, while the most ornate structures are as lavish and complex as European palaces.
Some buildings even exhibit modernized post-modern technological aesthetics.
Seeing this scene, everyone is dumbfounded, clearly not expecting such a place.
Even Lin Beichen is slightly surprised.
From outside, the Medicine Immortal Pavilion sounded ancient and elegant, like an immortal’s abode, but upon entering, it was discovered to be a miniature international exposition of architecture.
Lin Beichen observed for a moment and noticed the numerous people present.
Among them, the vast majority seemed to be ordinary people, whose physiques were even inferior to outside athletes.
Only a few barely matched Song Bolin.
Lin Beichen pondered.
It seems that even the Medicine Immortal Pavilion cannot ensure every disciple surpasses human limits.
Despite the fame of the Medicine Immortal Pavilion, their crafted elixirs are limited in quantity, only sufficient for a few individuals.
Unable to supply everyone, they must prioritize, and even within the Medicine Immortal Pavilion, this principle holds.
Selecting individuals with superior bloodlines among the family disciples to gift elixirs for cultivation might be the secret to the Pavilion’s endurance for hundreds or nearly a thousand years.
On a distant mountain peak, there stands a grand stone hall built into the mountain.
The palace is extraordinarily majestic, carved with dragons and phoenixes, resembling a hall of heaven and earth.
"That is the Divine Hall of Concealment. Mr. Li Jiang and the Elders convene or seclude there for important matters. Other areas of the valley require a token for entry; otherwise, they cannot be easily approached. As for where we are headed... it’s the living quarters."
Song Bolin introduced while speaking.
"Sir, may I ask how you can persuade Mr. Li Jiang to perform alchemy?"
Wei Yiyuan cautiously asked.
Upon hearing this, Song Bolin paused, looked mockingly at Wei Yiyuan, and let out a cold laugh.
"Although you have money, you must be dreaming. Mr. Li Jiang is of half-immortal status, likely a hundred years older than your grandfather! Do you think it’s possible to ask such an esteemed immortal for aid?"
Wei Yiyuan chuckled awkwardly and dared not speak further.
At that moment, the group turned a corner and encountered another group head-on.
The leading figure had a beard and a stern expression.
Seeing him, everyone bowed and stepped aside, not daring to obstruct him in the slightest.
This middle-aged man was evidently of extremely high status.
Song Bolin immediately saluted and cautiously said:
"Mr. Meng, I just encountered a pair sincerely seeking medicine."
Within the Medicine Immortal Pavilion, the highest status rules belong to Mr. Li Jiang, and aside from him is the Law Enforcement Elder.
Below that are ordinary elders and pharmacists responsible for crafting elixirs.
The elixirs in the Medicine Immortal Pavilion come in many varieties, and not a single elixir is made by randomly boiling a few herbs and kneading them together.
They have researched elixirs for hundreds of years, not only understanding the properties but also delving into global medical knowledge, even human physiology.
Thus, each elixir formula requires the collaboration of several or even dozens of pharmacists.
Some elixirs with exceedingly strong properties have teams of dozens or even hundreds of members.
These teams resemble medical research groups, each specializing in one aspect.
Even in some hospitals, hundreds to thousands of people focus on a single surgery.
Though they specialize only in one procedure, they do not starve but become renowned for it, with patients coming from all regions for treatment and medicine.
In the Medicine Immortal Pavilion, it is similar.
Mr. Meng is one of the elixir team members.
Mr. Meng glanced at Song Bolin, raising his eyebrows slightly.
"Song Bolin, you’re utterly reckless. With such serious internal issues, how can you bring outsiders in?"
"Mr. Meng, I..."
Song Bolin scratched his head awkwardly.
Mr. Meng snorted coldly and poked Song Bolin’s forehead.
"I know you’re still attached to the mundane, always wanting to leave, but sometimes remember the principles. Always chasing money, beware one day you might lose your life for it."
Saying so, he pulled Song Bolin aside and looked at Wei Yiyuan, coldly saying:
"Gentlemen, it’s inconvenient for us these days. If you seek medicine, stay in the valley for a few days.
Although secluded, it offers unique pleasures, cleansing worldly impurities and absorbing some immortal essence—immensely beneficial to you."
With that, he waved his hand.
From behind him emerged another group, dressed in ordinary attire, seemingly, like Wei Yiyuan, seeking medicine.
Wei Yiyuan gazed at them in silence, recognizing a few faces but unable to recall names.
"Senior, you already spoke, and I should not refuse, but my father’s illness is dire. I truly cannot wait any longer..."