Mythical Cultivation

In a flash, Han Chenghu, the most advanced cultivator among them, was torn in two, a move none of them had anticipated. Wu Ming also hadn't expected Han Chenghu to be dead. He had been planning to capture him, but he hadn't anticipated the old man's deep resentment towards him, willing to risk his own life to kill him.

"My fellow Taoist, this man and I have a blood feud. I am really eager for revenge. Please don't blame me for being ruthless." The old man seemed to see through Wu Ming's thoughts and explained to Wu Ming.

"Fellow Daoist, there's no need to explain. You should heal your wounds first. I'll go take care of the other two and then we can talk."

After saying that, Wu Ming walked towards the two people who were looking for him. Han Chengbao and Han Zifeng were looking for Wu Ming. However, they had just left for less than a few dozen breaths when they saw a scene that shocked them.

The person they were desperately searching for turned out to be the one who had slain Wang Laosan and Han Chenghu with their swords! Terrified, they flew away on their flying swords without even a second thought, completely lacking any desire to avenge Han Chenghu.

Wu Ming watched the two flee in panic. After a moment's deliberation, he resolutely rushed towards the dark-skinned young man, Han Chengbao. He believed the other young man might have a hidden trick up his sleeve, and a hasty pursuit wouldn't guarantee his capture. Rather, it would be safer to pursue Han Chengbao first. With his current strength, if he gave it his all, he should be able to defeat him in just a few moves.

Wu Ming, wielding his sword like lightning, hurtled towards Han Chengbao. In a matter of seconds, he was already behind him. The Golden Light Sword and the Green Peak Sword flashed with dazzling light, striking Han Chengbao's neck and chest like twin bolts of lightning. Meanwhile, the Blood-Weeping Whip, like a swift, venomous snake, followed closely behind.

Wu Ming knew time was running out; he had to eliminate Han Chengbao quickly before pursuing his next enemy. To that end, he unleashed every possible attack, unleashing every possible means. Han Chengbao, desperately fleeing, was horrified by the ferocious attack. Only then did he realize that his opponent hadn't even used his full strength in the previous encounter.

Facing the simultaneous onslaught of numerous magical weapons, Han Chengbao's supposed protective device proved useless, vulnerable to a single blow. In an instant, it was easily knocked off. Immediately afterwards, Ming Yujian's flying sword swung smoothly, and in a flash of cold light, Han Chengbao's head tumbled to the ground. The entire battle took less than ten breaths, a remarkably clean and efficient operation.

Wu Ming quickly gathered up his spoils and pursued in another direction without stopping. However, Han Zifeng had already fled several miles away. Despite Wu Ming's desperate pursuit, he could not find any trace of him. He knew that catching up with Han Zifeng was almost impossible given the current situation. In desperation, he turned his flying sword around and returned to the battlefield.

"Thank you for saving our lives, fellow Daoist. If you hadn't helped us today, we would have been doomed. We will never forget your great kindness." The old man said sincerely to Wu Ming.

"You are too polite, my friend. I had to take action to protect myself."

"No matter what, the two of us were able to save our lives, all thanks to the help of fellow Daoist! I cannot repay your kindness. If you need any help, just ask. As long as it is within our ability, we will do our best and never refuse to repay you for saving our lives." The old man knew very well that no one in this world has the obligation to help others!

"We met by chance, and I, Wu, happened to meet you today. There's no need to ask for repayment. I can just accept all the things left behind by these people who died."

After some arguing, Wu Ming finally accepted the items left by the Han family, refusing to accept anything else. Wu Ming then boarded the spirit boat and continued his journey towards the Qingyun Sect. The old man and the young man, on the other hand, planned to find a safe place to heal their wounds and then seek refuge with their family, lest the Han family send their men to pursue them again.

The few people didn't know that Han Zifeng was running wildly all the way, fleeing like a stray dog, until he ran dozens of miles away and confirmed that there was no trace of Wu Ming chasing him. Only then did he stop, leaning against a big tree, panting, to catch his breath, and secretly thanking himself for having escaped for the time being.

At this moment, Han Zifeng's heart was filled with conflict and struggle. He began to wonder whether he should return to the Han family. However, he thought about how he had come with three others to hunt down the former young master, and now he was returning alone. He found it difficult to explain the reason to the family. Especially since Han Chenghu and Han Chengbao were both sons of family elders and held prominent positions; in comparison, he was merely an insignificant side disciple. If he rashly returned to the family, he would likely face severe punishment.

After careful consideration, Han Zifeng finally decided that rather than return to the clan and face the unknown and difficult situation, he would simply change his appearance, hide his identity, and become a free and unrestrained cultivator. After all, since his parents' death, he no longer had any attachment to the clan. Moreover, he now had all the resources he needed for cultivation. Staying with the clan would be restrictive, far less enjoyable than the freedom of being a free cultivator.

Having made up his mind, Han Zifeng resolutely turned his flying sword, streaking in the opposite direction of the Han family. Thus, the Han family lost an unknown collateral disciple, while gaining a rising independent cultivator. Through his talent and hard work, this once-forsaken Han family member eventually rose to prominence and shone brightly in the world of cultivation.

Han Zifeng didn't return to the Han family as everyone had expected, a move that sent the entire Han family into an uproar. Speculations and rumors swirled, and the news inside the Han family was so swirling that it was overwhelming. However, uncovering the truth behind the incident was no easy task.

After a lot of twists and turns and investigation, the Han family finally solved the mystery, but by then, a full ten days had passed since the incident! During this long period of time, the Wangs had gained more precious time to seek refuge with their relatives.

This incident not only changed Han Zifeng's personal destiny and affected the atmosphere of the entire family, but also brought unexpected opportunities and turning points to ordinary people like Mr. Wang... Life is so full of drama!

Wu Ming then counted their harvest, which was seven or eight magic weapons, five mid-grade magic weapons, and three low-grade magic weapons. The total amount of spirit stones in the three people's storage bags was less than a thousand. This harvest was indeed not very high, but it was better than nothing. The total wealth of the three people was not even equal to Wu Ming's wealth alone.

After sorting out his harvest, Wu Ming continued his journey while diligently cultivating. The rest of the journey was relatively peaceful, without any trouble. A few days later, Wu Ming returned to Qingyun Sect without any problems.