Mythical Cultivation

"Hey, Huang Hao's pretty close to us! Let's go find him," Zhao Xiaohai suddenly said. Wu Ming and the other two also discovered through the jade token that Huang Hao was very close, probably no more than a few miles away, so the four of them decided to go find Huang Hao. It had been almost ten days since they entered the secret realm, and the five of them were finally gathering together.

Just as several people rushed towards Huang Hao's location, they didn't know that Huang Hao's situation was already bad.

Huang Hao was indeed quite lucky at the beginning. Since he entered the secret realm, he was located in the inner area of ​​the secret realm. Unlike most people, he did not have to go through the hardships of entering the inner area from the outer area and then to the central area. Since everyone's ultimate goal was the opportunity at the center of the inner realm, everyone would purposefully move closer to the central area. However, the journey was not so smooth, and countless cultivators died along the way.

Many cultivators were unable to reach the center of the inner realm due to various dangers, such as monsters, cultivators, or dangerous places. But Huang Hao was different. He entered the inner realm directly, saving himself a lot of trouble.

However, the inner domain is not without danger. As time goes by, Huang Hao also encounters several groups of monsters. With his cultivation level of the eighth level of Qi Refining, he can only avoid their attacks, otherwise he will become the monsters' blood food.

But the Inner Realm is worthy of its name. While dangerous, it also offers numerous opportunities. Huang Hao has been busy these past ten days, searching for treasures and collecting precious elixirs. His cultivation has also advanced by leaps and bounds. He has now reached the eighth level of Qi Refining and has made significant progress, only one step away from the ninth level.

However, because he had taken the lead and obtained a large number of treasures, he attracted the attention of other cultivators and became a target of public criticism. A few days ago, some independent cultivators and cultivators from small forces had tried to attack him, but he easily defeated them all.

But the four cultivators he faced today were different. They came from the Zheng family, one of the four most powerful families. They were all masters within the family and their strength should not be underestimated. The leader was a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and the other three were also powerful cultivators at the eighth level of Qi Refining.

They had targeted Huang Hao, acting alone, the day before, attempting to steal his treasures. If it weren't for Huang Hao's profound cultivation, he would have perished long ago. It's no exaggeration to say that in a one-on-one duel, even if the opponent were a ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator, Huang Hao wouldn't necessarily have been victorious, but at least he would have escaped unscathed. Unfortunately, the opponent had the aid of three eighth-level Qi Refining kin, so Huang Hao was no match for them. His injuries continued to mount, and he was pursued by the four men all the way until they finally caught up with him today.

Huang Hao's body was covered in blood, his face pale as paper, but his eyes were filled with indomitable spirit and tenacity. Four enemies formed a triangle around him, while another stood outside the circle, ready to strike at any moment.

"Run, why don't you run anymore?" A young man in black clothes sneered, his tone full of sarcasm.

Huang Hao didn't respond when he heard this, but instead looked at the young man deeply. His gaze was cold and firm, as if he wanted to see through the other person's eyes to the depths of his heart.

The young man in black was frightened by Huang Hao's gaze and took a step back. But soon, he realized his mistake and shouted angrily: "What? Are you still not convinced? Let me tell you, today is the day you die!"

However, just as the young man in black was feeling smug, another voice rang out: "Stop talking. We've already wasted a day on him. Now we must get rid of him as soon as possible to avoid causing more trouble." The speaker was a young man in a gray robe, his eyes revealing a resolute determination.

Everyone nodded in agreement. They knew that if they delayed any further, more enemies might arrive, and they might even encounter Huang Hao's fellow disciples. The consequences would be disastrous.

The gray-robed young man standing outside the circle, also their leader, addressed the young man who had just spoken. Huang Hao's strength had earned his recognition that day. He was worthy of being a disciple of the Qingyun Sect. With his eighth-level Qi Refining cultivation, he had managed to escape the four of them for so long. However, he wouldn't let them go just because of this; he simply didn't want to create any more complications.

After saying that, the four of them stopped wasting time and raised their flying swords. The four flying swords, red, white, orange and green, slashed towards Huang Hao who was surrounded in the middle with lightning speed.

The reason why Huang Hao in the middle didn't speak was because his injuries were too severe and he was busy healing his wounds and recovering his true energy.

The other one was in his mind, and he was discussing countermeasures with his grandfather Ding in his body.

"Mr. Ding, it seems that it will be difficult for me to escape this disaster by myself today. I didn't expect that I still need your help." Huang Hao said silently in his heart.

Elder Ding replied, "Boy, now you know how to beg me? If I had told you to listen to me earlier, you wouldn't have ended up like this."

Huang Hao said helplessly: "Mr. Ding, I don't want to either. I just thought that I couldn't rely on your strength for training, but I didn't expect that I really overestimated my ability."

Elder Ding sighed and said, "Never mind. I'll help you deal with these people this time. Next time you encounter danger, be sure to think calmly and don't act recklessly."

Huang Hao quickly agreed, "Thank you, Mr. Ding! I will definitely remember your teachings."

At this moment, the flying sword was approaching Huang Hao, and he hurriedly cast a spell, trying to use a magic weapon to resist. However, his injuries were too severe and his magic power was insufficient, so he could not completely block the flying sword's attack. Seeing that the flying sword was about to hit him, Elder Ding finally took action.

A powerful force surged out from Huang Hao's body, and he instantly raised the mysterious little tower, a top-grade defensive magic weapon. Four mid-grade flying swords slashed at the little tower, but the little tower did not move at all, while the four flying swords were blown away. The four enemies who besieged him also spat out blood and were injured.

"Oh no! He must be using a secret technique, otherwise he wouldn't be so powerful. Everyone, be careful! Surround him and wait for his technique to wear off," said the leading gray-robed youth. Huang Hao had been nearly exhausted, yet his strength suddenly surged. He felt this was the only possible explanation, so he warned the three clansmen to be cautious. As long as they could outlast Huang Hao's technique, they would be at their mercy.

Unfortunately, what they didn't know was that Huang Hao wasn't using any secret technique, but rather, a golden finger. After sending the four flying swords flying, Huang Hao didn't stop. Instead, he summoned his own flying sword, transforming it into dozens of sword lights that slashed at the four people surrounding him. His body was now overflowing with an endless supply of true energy, even making him feel full. This was exactly what Elder Ding had done, and these dozens of sword lights were the perfect place to release the true energy in his body.