Mythical Cultivation

After half an hour of recovery, Wu Ming had finally recovered 70% to 80% of his true essence. He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much more at ease. After all, if he encountered any danger again, he now had enough confidence to deal with it.

As his True Essence gradually recovered, Wu Ming began to sort through the spoils of the previous battle. He carefully removed the body of the Golden-backed Centipede, examining the beast that had once troubled him. Wu Ming thought, "Although this battle was somewhat risky, harvesting the carcass of such a powerful beast was worth it." He decided to retain the useful parts of the Golden-backed Centipede and discard the unused parts to avoid taking up valuable space in his storage bag.

After careful selection, Wu Ming ultimately retained a dozen or so pieces of the golden-backed centipede's hardened carapace. These pieces were excellent materials for crafting defensive magical instruments! If sold on the market, they would surely be highly sought after by many cultivators. However, Wu Ming had no plans to use the pieces himself. He felt that his existing defensive magical instruments were sufficient, and crafting a new one was a difficult task, requiring considerable time and effort. Considering these factors, Wu Ming ultimately gave up the idea of ​​using them for personal use.

After gathering the materials for the Golden-backed Centipede, Wu Ming pulled out the jade token issued by the sect. He closed his eyes, concentrated, and began to sense the positions of his four companions. After a moment, he sensed that one of them was closer, while the other three were farther away. Wu Ming thought for a moment and decided to reunite with the closer companion first, then search for the others together.

In this unfamiliar place, Wu Ming didn't embark on his flying sword, but instead used the Light Body Technique to speed along. One reason was to conserve his energy, in case he ran into danger and ran out of it. Another reason was to avoid becoming a target; flying through the air like this would only make him a target for monsters or cultivators.

Half a day passed in a flash, and Wu Ming had only traveled a few dozen miles. He estimated that the nearest person was still hundreds of miles away. Just as Wu Ming was on his way, he suddenly heard the sound of fighting coming from the front.

Wu Ming took a deep breath and activated the Wuxiang Jue (Nuxiang Jue) technique he had just mastered. As he moved, his true energy instantly converged, and he became just like any ordinary person. Then, his figure slowly faded, as if blending into the surroundings.

After successfully suppressing his breath, Wu Ming cautiously moved towards the direction of the fight. In less than a cup of tea, he saw three monks besieging a female cultivator not far ahead. He heard one of the tall, thin, middle-aged men say, "If we work harder, we can capture this woman! Then we can do whatever we want to her. Hehehe..."

Another man with a rather ugly appearance echoed, "I didn't expect that instead of finding an opportunity in this secret realm, I would actually encounter such a remarkable female cultivator, and she was alone. This is truly heaven's will! If we were to encounter this woman outside, we wouldn't dare to attack her!"

As for the third person, he was an old man. He was not attracted by the beauty of the woman, but by her magic weapon, so he was the most ruthless.

At this moment, trapped within the encirclement, a trickle of crimson blood slowly trickled from the corner of the female cultivator's mouth. Her once-fair face had turned as pale as paper, as if it would collapse at the slightest breeze. Yet, her eyes remained steadfast and unyielding, revealing an admirable stubbornness and courage. She gritted her teeth, exerting all her might to manipulate the magical instrument in her hands, engaging the three cultivators in a thrilling life-or-death struggle.

Although the female cultivator fought with all her might, facing the coordinated attack of the three eighth-level Qi Refining cultivators, she was clearly gradually losing ground, and the situation became increasingly critical. She was about to be captured alive.

Wu Ming also turned his gaze to the besieged female monk. He saw that this woman was exceptionally beautiful, breathtakingly stunning. Even among the many people Wu Ming had met, few could rival her. No wonder these monks were so envious of her beauty, harboring such evil thoughts.

Just as Wu Ming was hesitating whether to help, the situation on the field suddenly changed dramatically. The female cultivator, who had been struggling and at a disadvantage, suddenly had a sly smile in her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, her magical weapon, which had previously seemed powerless to fight back, suddenly sped away at astonishing speed, instantly decapitating the tall, thin, middle-aged man, sending blood splattering everywhere. Then, like lightning, the magical weapon struck another middle-aged monk. Fortunately, the other monk was prepared and avoided being beheaded, but he also escaped at the cost of losing an arm.

This scene was truly terrifying! The two were so frightened that their faces turned pale, filled with regret. They had originally thought they had struck it lucky, stumbling upon a romantic encounter, only to discover it was a horrific disaster! Terrified, they desperately ran, trying to escape this terrifying situation.

They ran in two completely different directions, each secretly thinking: Although this woman's cultivation is unfathomable, she is only at the eighth level of Qi Refining after all; and the two of us are definitely not soft persimmons that can be easily bullied. In terms of cultivation, our level is not much lower than hers. If we flee separately, at least one of us will successfully escape this life-or-death disaster.

"Haha, originally, I just wanted to tease you guys and see if I could draw out some powerful guys to take action. Unfortunately, this place is too secluded. I've been waiting for so long and haven't even seen a single person. In that case, you can't blame me! You still want to escape? Dream on!"

The woman murmured softly, and suddenly, a crystal-clear jade hairpin shot out from above her head, hurtling towards the elderly monk like lightning. Simultaneously, the flying sword she clutched whizzed like an arrow from a bow towards the man who had lost an arm. They had barely escaped a hundred meters when they were pierced through the heart by the two magical weapons.

The female cultivator, with a cold look in her eyes, collected the three men's magical instruments and storage bags one by one, then carefully examined them. A disdainful smile crossed her face as she softly said, "You're truly three poor souls. With only so few spirit stones, it's ridiculous. By comparison, the disciples of the larger sects are far more affluent." She then gently shook her head, seeming to be deeply disappointed by the three men's poverty.

However, the female cultivator didn't linger. Her figure swiftly twisted, dashing off in one direction like a whirlwind. Her speed was so rapid that she vanished in the blink of an eye, as if she had never appeared. With her departure, the scene was filled with silence, as if even the air had frozen.