The old man hurried ahead, moving far more briskly than before, as if afraid Lin Feng might suddenly change his mind.

He respectfully guided him aboard, his earlier trembling replaced by nervous diligence.

The onlookers watched in stunned silence as the two boarded the vessel.

"Did... did that just happen?"

"Mentor Lin Feng is actually going with him?"

"Incredible... even the Medicine Pavilion is dealing with him personally now..."

Whispers broke out once more, but this time they were filled with awe rather than tension.

Within moments, the flying boat lifted into the air.

A low hum resonated as it rose steadily, cutting through the sky with practiced ease.

The city below grew smaller and smaller, its buildings shrinking into distant shapes as clouds began to drift past.

Standing at the edge of the deck, Lin Feng looked ahead calmly, his hands clasped behind his back.

His robes fluttered lightly in the wind, his expression as composed as ever.

Beside him, the old man stole a glance, still unable to fully calm his racing heart.

Though he had escaped death once...

Traveling alongside Lin Feng still felt like walking on the edge of a blade.

And yet, he didn’t dare show even the slightest hint of discomfort.

Thus, under the watchful eyes of countless citizens, the flying boat soon departed Clear Moon City heading straight toward the domain of the Medicine Pavilion.

Once they were in the air, the old man swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he forced down his unease.

The vast sky stretched endlessly around them, the wind whistling past the flying boat as clouds drifted like silent witnesses.

He had no intention of speaking unless spoken to... silence, after all, was the safest choice in the presence of someone like Lin Feng.

But peace was short-lived.

A minute later, Lin Feng’s calm voice broke through the quiet.

"Tell me everything about the official certification."

The words were neither loud nor harsh, yet they carried an undeniable weight that made the old man’s heart tighten.

The old man’s name was Deng Zimo.

He straightened instinctively, not daring to show the slightest delay.

"As you wish, young master Lin Feng," Deng Zimo replied respectfully, lowering his head slightly.

"In order to heal others with proper authorization, one must first attain at least the rank of a medicine apprentice. Without that title, even if one possesses skill, they would be considered an illegal practitioner."

He paused briefly before continuing, carefully choosing his words.

"Thousand Bamboo City, where this old man comes from, hosts a branch of the Medicine Pavilion. It is the nearest and most recognized place for certification within this region."

Lin Feng’s gaze remained fixed ahead, his expression unreadable as the wind brushed against his robes.

"I have to be a medicine apprentice just to get official certification..." he muttered, his tone thoughtful rather than dissatisfied.

After a moment, he spoke again.

"A medicine apprentice sounds rather basic. Is there anything beyond that title?"

Deng Zimo nodded quickly, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes as he spoke of the structured hierarchy he had served his entire life.

"Of course, young master. The path of medicine is divided into clear ranks. Above the medicine apprentice is the medicine master... a title granted only to those with true skill and deep understanding. Such individuals are respected wherever they go."

His voice lowered slightly, as if speaking of something distant yet revered.

"And above even that... is the medicine king. Those who bear that title are rare, almost legendary figures. They can refine miraculous concoctions, cure incurable diseases, and even challenge fate itself."

Deng Zimo let out a quiet breath before adding with a trace of regret,

"However, Thousand Bamboo City is but a modest place. The Medicine Pavilion here can only test up to the rank of medicine master. If young master wishes to pursue the title of medicine king... you would need to travel to one of the great cities within the empire."

The wind grew stronger as the flying boat surged forward, cutting through the clouds.

Lin Feng said nothing for a while.

But the faint curve at the corner of his lips suggested that what others viewed as a distant peak... was, to him, merely the beginning.

"I see... then let’s go to one of the bigger cities. I’d quite like to obtain the title of medicine king," Lin Feng said casually, as if he were merely suggesting a short stroll.

Deng Zimo froze, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"Young master Lin Feng, the nearest city capable of administering the medicine king examination is Dao Origin City and that is over twenty million miles away from here. At our current speed, it would take at least a year to arrive," he stuttered, his voice trembling slightly.

Inwardly, he couldn’t help but sigh. As expected of young masters from ancient clans... impulsive and far too entitled, he thought, shaking his head faintly.

But in the very next moment, that thought shattered completely.

"No problem," Lin Feng said lightly. "The constraints of space exist only within the limits of one’s mind."

Before Deng Zimo could even process those words, Lin Feng raised his hand and made a simple, almost careless motion.

Boom!

The world seemed to twist.

Space itself bent and collapsed inward as if seized by an invisible force.

The flying boat trembled violently, as though caught in a terrifying vortex.

Deng Zimo nearly lost his footing, staggering as an overwhelming pressure swept over him.

His vision blurred.

The sky, the clouds, the distant horizon... everything was swallowed and replaced in an instant.

When the old man finally regained his bearings, his breathing was uneven, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

He lifted his head, his eyes trembling as they took in the surroundings.

Towering walls that stretched beyond sight.

Bustling streets filled with cultivators of unimaginable aura.

An ancient, majestic city radiating an oppressive and dignified presence.

A place etched deep into his memory.