Mythical Cultivation

As his spiritual consciousness quickly swept across the area where his clan was located, he was filled with shrill wails. Everywhere he looked, many of his clansmen were either seriously injured and unconscious, or had completely lost their life force. Watching these tragic scenes before him, Lin Hanqing felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if countless sharp blades were mercilessly slicing at his bleeding heart.

What made him even more desperate and terrified was that his spiritual awareness was ultimately limited in scope, only able to scan an area of ​​about forty miles. And in those places beyond his reach, most of Meilin County had likely been reduced to the same living hell. He couldn't believe the destructive power of this attack could be so appalling.

You know, the entire Meilin County has always been the Lin family's private territory! Besides the thousands of highly skilled cultivators who reside in the Lin clan's territory, there are also hundreds of thousands of ordinary Lin clan members living in this county. But now, because of this sudden attack, the entire Lin clan has suffered an unprecedented devastation, the losses are simply incalculable.

However, at this point, Lin Hanqing knew regret was pointless. He could only comfort himself internally: if he could successfully eliminate the two elders from the Qingyun Sect, then perhaps the sacrifices of his people would be worthwhile... At this moment, only this could alleviate the immense guilt he felt deep within him.

As the dust gradually dissipated, the two figures on the ground gradually became clearer, instantly attracting the attention of everyone present. The Jindan cultivator narrowed his eyes slightly, and his powerful spiritual awareness surged like a tide. With just a casual glance, he could clearly sense that the two people still had a faint breath.

Seeing this, Lin Hanqing, who was standing aside, had a fierce look in his eyes, and he immediately shouted: "Elders, if you don't take action now, when will you take action? Get rid of these two people quickly to avoid more trouble!" Before he finished speaking, he flashed, clasped his hands together, and a flying sword flashing with cold light came out, rushing towards Bei Changfeng and Dongfang Yishan like lightning.

Seeing this, the other elders responded in unison. All sorts of magical instruments shone brightly, and a dazzling array of spells blasted towards the two figures. However, at this crucial moment, how could the Qingyun Sect's four elders and true disciples simply sit idly by? They roared in unison, unleashing their unique skills to meet the oncoming onslaught.

In an instant, the forces of both sides collided violently in the air, stirring up waves of energy, and the entire scene was as dazzling as fireworks. After a fierce battle, the Qingyun Sect finally succeeded in rescuing the two injured elders from the heavy attack. But at the same time, the Lin family members quickly surrounded them, forming an impenetrable circle, clearly determined to trap them there.

At this moment, the situation was extremely unfavorable for the Qingyun Sect. Due to the losses in the previous rescue operation, and the loss of two Jindan Mana Realm elders, they were now reduced to only fourteen members. The opposing Lin family, on the other hand, possessed fourteen Jindan-level elders and an unfathomable patriarch. Outnumbered, escaping unscathed was practically a luxury.

You have to know that the four Jindan Mana Realm cultivators that the Lin family has freed up are all truly powerful, and it would be no problem for them to fight two at a time. According to common sense, to barely withstand the attacks of the four of them, at least eight or more Jindan Dan Duan realm cultivators would be needed to work together.

At this critical moment, seeing the situation becoming increasingly unfavorable, an experienced elder acted decisively, immediately using a secret technique to communicate to the others: "Everyone, stop fighting and quickly evacuate this area!" With that, more than a dozen of them scattered like birds, each sprinting in different directions. Meanwhile, one of the elders, known for his exceptional speed, took on the responsibility of seeking reinforcements, disappearing in a flash.

However, this series of thrilling events has little to do with Wu Ming.

After bidding farewell to his grandfather, Wu Ming finally arrived at Baiye after four days of navigating the spirit boat. While small, Baiye's location was unique. It happened to be the closest county to Zhengcheng, home to the Zheng family, one of the four great families. The straight-line distance between the two was just over 600 miles.

After arriving at his destination, Wu Ming rested briefly before deciding to begin his mission there. Some might wonder why he didn't just head directly to Zhengcheng. After all, it was the heartland of the Zheng family, with a large population, so the chances should be greater.

Wu Ming naturally had his thoughts on this. He knew full well that his current strength was only at the Qi Refining stage. If he rashly entered Zhengcheng, a city teeming with experts and heavily guarded, and attempted to hunt down the other clansmen, it would be like hanging himself—seeking his own death! So, after weighing the pros and cons, he ultimately chose this small town closest to Zhengcheng, hoping to encounter any lone Zheng clan members there.

As soon as I entered the city, the rich, rural atmosphere hit me, like a warm, familiar breeze gently caressing my face. The streets were lined with a dazzling array of small stalls, offering a dazzling array of goods. The vendors shouted at the top of their lungs, their cries echoing through the streets like a bustling symphony. Pedestrians streamed by, some hurried, others leisurely, their faces brimming with busy, yet relaxed expressions.

For Wu Ming, who had long lived in the mountains, devoted to cultivation, all this seemed like a dream. He hadn't set foot in the world for so long that the scene before him, brimming with the whims of life, felt a touch unreal. In an instant, his mind felt as if struck by lightning, plunging him into a momentary trance and confusion.

It turns out that secular life is still so vibrant, so bustling and lively. The world of mortals rolls on, the years pass by, and yet, unnoticed, he has drifted further and further away, embarking on a completely different path. Yet, now, amidst this bustling and prosperous world, Wu Ming suddenly feels that occasionally returning to this ordinary life is a unique enjoyment. It allows one to temporarily forget the hardships and loneliness of spiritual practice and rediscover a long-lost sense of ease and freedom.