Mythical Cultivation

After cleaning up the scene, Wu Ming carefully bent down and reached out to pick up the storage bag that the other party had left on the ground. Then, Wu Ming began to carefully search the storage bag, hoping to find something valuable.

After searching for a while, he finally found a jade identification card. Wu Ming took a closer look and saw the three characters "Zheng Jingcheng" engraved on it. Thus, the man's identity was confirmed beyond a doubt.

After confirming his identity, Wu Ming didn't stop there, but instead enthusiastically examined the other spoils. The first thing that caught his eye was a low-grade flying sword that gleamed with a cold light. While not of the highest quality, it was a decent weapon for an ordinary cultivator. He then discovered a low-grade defensive magical weapon. While this one looked ordinary, its defensive power was undoubtedly not to be underestimated.

In addition, there were over a hundred crystal-clear spirit stones scattered throughout the bag, gleaming with a captivating luster, like the dazzling stars in the night sky. Finally, Wu Ming found a few more bottles of Qi-boosting pills. However, despite his bountiful harvest, Wu Ming still felt somewhat dissatisfied, as he felt these items were far too shabby.

He was completely unaware that this was actually all the wealth that most ordinary monks could possess. After all, monks as wealthy as him were rare, and he had always mistakenly believed that everyone was as wealthy as him.

After collecting all the spoils, Wu Ming clapped his hands and stood up, feeling satisfied. He looked around, his eyes wandering through the bustling crowd. Then, he set off again, wandering the city's streets and alleys, keeping an eye out for any other members of the Zheng family.

Time ticked by, and before he knew it, two hours had already passed. But no matter how hard Wu Ming searched, he couldn't find even a single suspicious Zheng disciple. He couldn't help but feel puzzled, wondering: Is it just bad luck? Or have they noticed what's happening here and gone into hiding? Little did he know, his earlier intense battle with Zheng Jingcheng had terrified the Zheng disciples in this area of ​​the city, forcing them to retreat even deeper, fearing their whereabouts would be exposed. Wu Ming gave up and returned to rest.

For the past few days, Wu Ming had maintained his tight and regular routine day after day. During the day, sunlight streamed through the window onto his focused figure as he practiced, his mind completely immersed in studying the techniques and gathering his spiritual power. When night fell and the lights came on, he would quietly leave the house and embark on his mission.

Unfortunately, the missions I'd encountered in the past few days were few and far between. In the few encounters I'd had, I'd only encountered two Zheng family cultivators in the late Qi Refining stage and three cultivators in the middle Qi Refining stage. After a fierce battle, although I'd successfully defeated them, the total contribution points I'd earned was a mere 25 points.

Fortunately, although these opponents were not wealthy people, the total value of the various items they carried was as high as thousands of spirit stones. For Wu Ming, it was a very generous profit.

On this seemingly ordinary day, shocking news struck Wu Ming like thunder—rumors circulated that the Lin family, one of the four great clans, had been brutally exterminated by the Qingyun Sect! All the cultivators within the clan had been utterly slaughtered. It was rumored that the incident had escalated to such a horrific degree because the Qingyun Sect had lost three true disciples in the fierce battle. This was precisely why the enraged Qingyun Sect had unleashed a devastating blow against the Lin family.

Furthermore, the Zheng family, another of the four great families, was also in dire straits. Their Jindan-stage masters and most of their Foundation Establishment cultivators had perished. The surviving Zheng family cultivators were now like rats, hiding from place to place in a state of constant fear.

However, it was these two seemingly insignificant things that, like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, caused an uproar in the entire Qingjiang County, and instantly plunged the land into a tense atmosphere of panic and fear.

The other major factions, like frightened birds, took steps to shrink their spheres of influence, each fearing the imminent arrival of the powerful Qingyun Sect cultivators, who would annihilate them. Meanwhile, the leaders of these factions were filled with regret, secretly lamenting their decision to provoke the then-powerful Qingyun Sect. Who could have foreseen that, simply because the Qingyun Sect had lost a few true disciples, they would mercilessly exterminate the entire Lin family?

However, the spread of this news also made the cultivators belonging to Qingyun Sect feel the honor of being disciples of Qingyun Sect. Since the sect treated its disciples in this way, the disciples naturally had a deeper sense of belonging to the sect.

Over the next few days, Wu Ming repeatedly returned empty-handed, finding nothing. After careful consideration, he concluded that there were probably not many members of the Zheng family left in the city. He decided to wait one more night. If he still found nothing, he would leave and head to other counties to search for clues and targets.

Late that night, in the stillness of the night, Wu Ming planned to remain in Baiye City for the final night. Initially, he had almost given up hope, believing this attempt would likely be futile. However, he faintly sensed a subtle yet peculiar fluctuation of heavenly and earthly energy coming from the east of the city. Though extremely faint, for someone as experienced and perceptive as Wu Ming, it was hard to ignore. Instantly, Wu Ming's heart trembled, as if he had seen a ray of light in the darkness, and his spirits lifted.

Wu Ming's eyes fixed, and without hesitation, he quickly summoned his flying sword, dashing towards the location like a flash of lightning. However, when he arrived, the scene before him startled him. He saw three familiar monks surrounded by four masked monks, engaged in a fierce battle. The three monks were clearly at a disadvantage, suffering multiple wounds and their movements becoming sluggish. The situation was precarious, and it seemed as if they could die at any moment.