Mythical Cultivation

Wu Ming was secretly on guard, but outwardly he remained expressionless as he watched the female cultivator before him. He had been wary of a sudden attack from her, but even after he had personally killed the male cultivator on the spot, she hadn't made a single move.

Recalling the various actions of these two people since they appeared, first the male monk took the lead, and then the female monk used her charm on her senior brother, and finally witnessed her own senior brother's tragic death... Thinking of this, Wu Ming had some understanding of the relationship between the two of them and those unspeakable things.

However, this woman was ruthless, sinister, and vicious, showing no mercy not only to outsiders but also to her fellow disciples. Faced with such a dangerous figure, Wu Ming naturally did not dare to be careless, lest he fall into her carefully designed trap.

So, even though he had successfully killed the male cultivator, Wu Ming did not recall the golden sword that was hovering in the air. Instead, he turned the tip of the sword and pointed it at the female cultivator not far away, ready to attack at any time.

The female cultivator chided him tenderly, "Junior Brother, why are you so nervous? Look, I truly have no ill will towards you! The only reason I attacked you before was because I was forced to do so by Senior Brother Zhang."

Her tone was gentle and melodious, laced with infinite sorrow and grievance, while her face also revealed a lovable shy expression, like an innocent girl next door. This pitiful appearance truly inspired pity, making it difficult to arouse the slightest hostility.

However, Wu Ming was no longer fooled by her. After all, he had long been wary of this woman. He steeled his heart and said, "I killed your senior brother myself. Do you really have no hatred towards me? Are you saying this on purpose to let my guard down so you can take advantage of the situation and attack me?"

The female cultivator looked at Wu Ming with tears in her eyes and explained tenderly, "Junior Brother, why are you so suspicious of me? How could I be that kind of person? In fact, Senior Brother Zhang and I are not on the same path. I was only forced to travel with him because of his power. If you don't believe me, you can try it. As long as you don't attack me, I will turn around and leave immediately."

After hearing what the female monk said, Wu Ming became even more certain of his earlier suspicions—there must be some rift between the two of them. Despite this, he remained undeterred. Instead, he warned her, "I can promise not to attack you, but you must leave this place immediately, and don't appear before me again. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Hearing Wu Ming's words, the female cultivator finally felt relieved. Although she and Senior Brother Zhang did have some conflicts, she still harbored a lingering desire to let Senior Brother Zhang lead the charge while she reaps the rewards. However, seeing the enemy's ferocity and strength, she was forced to abandon this thought and feel thankful that she hadn't acted rashly.

Unexpectedly, this Qingyun Sect disciple was so upright and kind, seeing that she hadn't attacked him, he spared her. The female cultivator burst into tears of gratitude and said, "Thank you, Junior Brother, for showing mercy. I will always remember this great kindness and repay you with gratitude. May I ask your name, Junior Brother? My surname is Xue, and my given name is Linglong. Since you seem a little younger than me, you may call me Senior Sister Linglong."

Seeing Wu Ming had no intention of harming her, the female cultivator grew bolder, her words adding a touch of teasing. At the same time, she secretly thought, "This person, who had been able to resist her charm, must possess rare treasures or possess an extraordinary spiritual awakening. He is definitely not an ordinary person." Such talents are probably rare, even within the Qingyun Sect. If she could establish a friendship with him, it might be of great benefit in the future.

However, facing the female monk's enthusiastic goodwill, Wu Ming acted unusually indifferent and responded indifferently: "No need to thank me, we just met by chance, and we may not have the chance to meet again in the future. You'd better leave here quickly, otherwise I might change my mind." Wu Ming knew very well that this woman was not a good person, and did not want to say much to her, so he urged her to leave quickly.

Seeing Wu Ming completely unmoved, even constantly urging her to leave, Xue Linglong couldn't help but feel a slight sense of displeasure. After all, while she wouldn't boast of stunning beauty, she was still one of the most beautiful women in the Hehuan Sect. Normally, the male cultivators would eagerly cling to her upon seeing her. But who could have predicted that today, she would encounter such a dull, unromantic, and unromantic person?

Faced with such a beautiful woman's active advances, he not only turned a blind eye, but even acted extremely indifferent! This was really strange! Could it be that this man in front of me was really so hard-hearted?

The more Xue Linglong thought about it, the more curious she became. She couldn't help but want to learn more about this unique Wu Ming. So, before leaving, she gave Wu Ming one last look and whispered, "Junior Brother, why are you so heartless? I believe we will meet again someday. When that happens, I hope you won't be as cold and heartless as you are today and shut me out."

Without waiting for Wu Ming to reply, Xue Linglong turned and left lightly, like a dancing fairy, disappearing from the spot in an instant, leaving Wu Ming standing there alone.

Seeing Xue Linglong turn and leave, Wu Ming finally felt relieved. This female disciple from the Hehuan Sect, Xue Linglong, made him feel uneasy. Her beautiful face was truly captivating. If he hadn't experienced her ruthlessness and coldness so many times before, he would probably have been bewitched by her beauty and fallen for it!

Watching her walk further and further away until she vanished, his taut nerves finally relaxed, yet at the same time, a sense of inexplicable longing and reluctance welled up within him. Could it be that he had unknowingly fallen into this woman's trap? At this thought, Wu Ming's heart trembled. He immediately mobilized his spiritual energy at top speed to search his entire body, but after all that effort, he found nothing unusual. "Could it be that I'm just too paranoid..." Wu Ming muttered to himself, a hint of doubt and self-mockery on his face.

After calming down, Wu Ming returned his attention to the objects before him—the lifeless corpse of a purple electric marten lying on the ground, along with Senior Brother Zhang's storage bag and flying sword. Wu Ming pocketed these items, then turned and swiftly departed in the direction of his fellow disciples, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.