Mythical Cultivation

At this rate, he would be able to successfully break through to the eighth level of Qi Refining in less than a month. Wu Ming couldn't help but feel secretly delighted. This was truly a pleasant surprise! He had originally just wanted to have a good rest, but he didn't expect that upon waking up, his cultivation would have improved by such a huge leap.

It seemed that the various experiences and hardships he had endured in the Divine Tree Secret Realm, while overwhelming him, had also laid a solid foundation for his cultivation. Now, given time, he would surely advance further in his cultivation and achieve even greater accomplishments.

You should know that before entering the Qingmu Secret Realm, it would take him at least more than a year to reach the eighth level of Qi Refining. He had advanced one level on the path of mind training in the Shenmu Sect. Now that he came back and had a good sleep, his cultivation had increased again, and entering the eighth level of Qi Refining was just around the corner.

After careful consideration, Wu Ming resolutely made a crucial decision: for the time being, he would no longer venture out for training. After all, he now had no shortage of spirit stones, perfectly suited to concentrating on cultivation. He knew that only by quickly breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage would he possess a certain degree of self-preservation. Once he achieved this goal, he would be able to return to the village he longed to visit his grandfather.

Whenever he thinks of this, Wu Ming can't help but recall the kind and gentle face of his grandfather Wu Tianlong and every little detail of their time together in the past.

However, to his surprise, just as he entered the Qingmu Secret Realm, Deacon Wang Cheng had already set out on his way to his village and made a special trip to visit Wu Tianlong. By now, Wang Cheng had already returned many days ago.

After six or seven days of sailing on a spirit boat, Wang Cheng finally arrived at Lijia Village, located in Linshui County. Despite this, he refrained from entering the village. This wasn't because there were cultivators patrolling the village—for someone of his advanced cultivation, a mere Qi Refining cultivator was nothing to fear. The real reason was that he wanted to firsthand experience the land where his old friend Wu Tianlong had lived for so many years. For some reason, the closer he got to reuniting with his old friend, the more he felt a sense of inexplicable dread.

So, Wang Cheng chose to take a leisurely stroll around Lijia Village. During this stroll, his mind gradually calmed down, his previously restless emotions settling. Finally, when he felt he had reached optimal levels, he slowly emerged into the sight of the patrolling guards at the village entrance.

"Who are you? What brings you to Lijia Village?"

Zhang Shouren saw a stranger appear at the village entrance and immediately asked with alertness. Zhang Shouren was the same Zhang Jiaoshi who had taught Wu Ming when he was still in the village. He was the leader of the patrol team in Lijia Village on weekdays, and when he was not at work, he would serve as the instructor of the little brats in the village.

"I'm Wang Cheng, a deacon of Qingyun Sect. I came to Lijia Village just to see an old friend whom I haven't seen for many years. I hope you can be flexible." Wang Cheng did not refuse to answer or give the other party a cold look because of the other party's low cultivation level. He just replied calmly.

"I wonder what proof the elder has that he is a deacon of the Qingyun Sect? Who are you looking for?"

When Zhang Shouren heard the man claim to be a deacon of the Qingyun Sect, his heart trembled violently. He was all too familiar with the name Qingyun Sect! Back then, when he was young and full of vigor, he too had great ambitions, yearning to enter the Qingyun Sect and become a member. However, his own innate talent was not good, and he ultimately missed the opportunity to join the Qingyun Sect. In desperation, he had no choice but to join a smaller sect nearby.

Because of this, upon hearing that the visitor was a deacon from the Qingyun Sect, he couldn't help but feel worried: Could those ferocious demonic beasts be about to launch another bloody invasion? After all, disciples from a major sect like the Qingyun Sect rarely appeared in remote villages like theirs, and at most would only appear in places like the county seat. They would only come here when the demonic beasts were rampaging and wreaking havoc.

The man named Wang Cheng patiently took out a crystal clear jade token from his arms, held it high, and showed it to everyone, saying: "Please look, this is my proof of being a deacon of Qingyun Sect. I came here this time because I really have something to ask for. The person I am looking for is called Wu Tianlong, and I hope this little brother can pass on the message for me." After that, he looked at Zhang Shouren with a smile.

"Alright, Senior, please wait here for a moment. I'll send someone to deliver the message." Zhang Shouren finally felt relieved when he saw the jade token displayed was indeed the correct one. He then turned and winked at a teammate beside him, signaling them to hasten their journey to the village to deliver the message. Then, with a broad smile on his face, he led Wang Cheng slowly into the village.

In less than a cup of tea, an old man with snow-white hair and a long white beard suddenly appeared before them like a ghost. This old man was none other than Wu Ming's grandfather, Wu Tianlong, whom he missed so much day and night.

The moment their eyes met, it was as if time froze. They instantly recognized each other; the old man was their friend, whom they hadn't seen in over fifty years. In that moment, a chorus of emotions washed over them, their excitement surging like a tidal wave. But they quickly suppressed their surging emotions and gradually regained their composure.

Wu Tianlong first turned his head to look at Zhang Shouren beside him, and said in a calm tone: "Xiao Zhang, there is nothing wrong here. You don't need to wait here. Go and perform your patrol mission first!" After receiving the order, Zhang Shouren nodded respectfully, then turned and left to continue his patrol work.

After Zhang Shouren left, Wu Tianlong smiled and gestured to Wang Cheng, inviting him to follow him to his residence. Along the way, the two walked side by side, but both remained silent, as if they were both thinking about how to start this reunion conversation after so many years.

Soon, they arrived at Wu Tianlong's residence. It was a cozy-looking little house, with extremely simple furnishings. In the lobby, there was only a worn square table and a few chairs, nothing else.

"Is this the place where Brother Wu has lived for decades? It's still as simple as Brother Wu's style. I didn't expect that after all these years, his personality is still the same." Wang Cheng couldn't help but think when he saw the furnishings in the house. It was still a familiar style to him, and there was no sense of strangeness from not seeing it for so many years.