Mythical Cultivation

The three people being besieged were actually his fellow disciples from the Qingyun Sect who had been planning to team up with him! One of the middle-aged men immediately spotted Wu Ming and, as if grasping a lifeline, he shouted, "Junior Brother Wu, help!"

Wu Ming paused at the sound, not rushing to join the fight. Instead, he stood still, calmly surveying the situation. He then asked the middle-aged man who had called for help, "Brothers, what happened? How could you have been besieged by such a calamity?" Although they were from the same sect, Wu Ming knew the dangers of the martial world and that he shouldn't act rashly. He had to understand the full story before deciding whether to help.

"Junior Brother Wu! These guys are from the Zheng family! They were sneaking around trying to escape from our county in the dead of night. And hey, as luck would have it, we caught them red-handed! Now that they've been exposed, they're even trying to silence them by killing them!"

The middle-aged man had been eagerly anticipating that Wu Ming, upon seeing his fellow disciples in distress, would rush to their aid without hesitation. So, initially, he hadn't considered revealing the identities of these individuals, figuring, "One less person to share the spoils would be a blessing." But who could have imagined that Wu Ming stood there completely unresponsive, not moving a muscle. The middle-aged man had no choice but to quickly reveal the identities of these individuals.

"Oh? I see! You guys are truly audacious, actually besieging my fellow disciples from the Qingyun Sect? Don't blame me for being rude!" Upon hearing this, Wu Ming muttered something, then waved his right hand. A flash of golden light suddenly shone, and a gleaming sword appeared out of thin air. This was his magic weapon—the Golden Light Sword! With his movements, the sword hummed, as if sensing its master's wrath, emitting a chilling aura. Then, Wu Ming flashed and charged into the battle like a ghost.

"You little brat, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, otherwise you won't know how you died later!" Seeing Wu Ming's brazen attack, one of the masked enemies saw that the situation was not good and immediately yelled at Wu Ming viciously.

During the daytime, disciples of the Qingyun Sect stood guard at the towering gates of Baiye City, their expressions solemn and their gazes piercing as they scanned passersby. And when night fell and the city fell into a hush, one could still see Qingyun Sect monks, magical instruments in hand, patrolling the streets and alleys. These Qingyun Sect members were like a tight net, enveloping the city tightly.

The fate of their clan seemed incredibly tragic at this moment. Just a few days ago, some members of their clan had quietly left the city under cover of night to escape this dangerous city, but they were ultimately hunted down by the Qingyun Sect and brutally murdered. However, it was precisely because of their extraordinary patience and endurance that they had been able to successfully hide in Baiye City for two weeks despite such difficult circumstances.

After finally making it to night, and seeing that most of the Qingyun Sect cultivators had already left the city, they finally decided to seize this opportunity to leave the city. But who would have thought that just as they were about to reach the city gate, three Qingyun Sect cultivators suddenly appeared and blocked their way.

A careful examination of the three blockers revealed that their cultivation had only reached the seventh level of Qi Refining. After careful consideration, the leader resolutely issued an order: "Since this is the case, let's just go all out and kill these three! This will avenge the deaths of our tribesmen and vent our anger!" Everyone responded in agreement.

Just as they were about to attack, a cold shout rang out, "Shut up!" Then, a man emerged like a ghost. His name was Wu Ming, a cultivator of unfathomable strength. The golden sword in his hand instantly blazed with a dazzling light, as blazing and blinding as the sun. With a single swing of his arm, the sword split into dozens of piercing beams, whistling down towards the four Qingyun Sect disciples and the three surrounded men.

Sensing the terrifying power contained within the sword's light, the four Qingyun Sect disciples' expressions changed drastically, their hearts aching with worry. They immediately realized this newcomer held ill intentions, their cultivation far surpassing their own. Without hesitation, they abandoned their attempts to surround the three men and quickly turned to resist Wu Ming's ferocious attack with all their might.

Seeing this, the three people originally surrounded also perked up. They took the opportunity to change their tactics, switching from defense to offense, venting all their long-suppressed anger and resentment, and launched a fierce counterattack against the four Qingyun Sect disciples...

With Wu Ming's level of cultivation, even a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining wouldn't necessarily be able to defeat him. Naturally, these four, at the seventh or eighth level, couldn't possibly defeat him. Within a few rounds, they were in dire straits, on the verge of being slain by the sword. At this moment, a sigh rang out.

"Hey!"

At that moment, Wu Ming's heart began to beat violently, as if gripped by an invisible hand. An unprecedented sense of danger surged through him like a tide. This sense of danger was so intense that he had no time to think about the three cultivators before him. Without hesitation, he quickly unleashed his magical weapon—the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda.

As his mind moved, a dazzling, magnificent pagoda flew out from his body, instantly expanding to envelop him, forming an impenetrable barrier of light. At the same time, Wu Ming didn't hesitate and immediately sent out an emergency distress signal. The being who could instill such a strong sense of danger in him must possess a cultivation far beyond his own capabilities. Wu Ming was almost certain that this person was a powerful cultivator who had already entered the Foundation Establishment stage!

Suddenly, a deafening clang echoed. A massive, snow-white hand appeared from nowhere and fiercely slammed down upon the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda. Instantly, light shimmered, and powerful energy overflowed, causing the entire space to tremble.

Only then did Wu Ming see clearly who the owner of the hand was. He saw a middle-aged man in a dark robe standing proudly in the air. He was tall and straight, with a stern face, and exuded a terrifying aura.