Mythical Cultivation

After all, the world of cultivation has been a world full of cruelty, blood, and death since ancient times. No one can have a smooth journey on this road without any setbacks.

As long as Wu Ming wasn't a maniac possessed by his bloodlust, he wouldn't need to worry too much about winning or losing in this competition. In this vast world of cultivation, similar battles unfolded constantly, and only those who could truly stand firm in this bloody storm would ultimately reach the pinnacle.

At this moment, the thrilling battle between Wu Ming and Tan Haoying shone like a dazzling ray of light, attracting the keen gazes of many interested individuals. It was well known that Tan Haoying already enjoyed a certain reputation among the outer disciples. This disciple, who had entered the sect last year, while not considered highly accomplished, displayed exceptional skill in talisman-making, a skill second to none among the outer disciples. Even Wu Ming, now a contemporary, was on par with him. More notably, his collection of talismans instilled a fear in even the most ordinary ninth-level Qi Refining disciples, who dared not take him lightly. Consequently, many outer disciples were aware of Tan Haoying and closely followed every competition he participated in.

However, to everyone's surprise, after just a few rounds, Tan Haoying was seriously injured and collapsed unconscious, suffering a crushing defeat. If it weren't for the timely intervention of the inner sect brothers present, he would have been the first disciple to suffer casualties in the competition. This shocking scene deeply imprinted itself on the minds of many outer sect disciples, leaving them with a deep memory of Wu Ming.

In the eyes of these outer disciples, Wu Ming was undoubtedly an extremely formidable opponent. His merciless attack on Tan Haoying revealed his ruthlessness and ruthlessness. However, many disciples who had already reached the ninth level of Qi Refining scoffed at this, believing that Tan Haoying's swift defeat was entirely due to his own weakness. However, none of this had much to do with Wu Ming's current situation.

"Wu Ming, congratulations!" Cheers came from the audience. Huang Hao, Li Fei and other brothers bowed and congratulated Wu Ming who had just walked down from the ring with smiles on their faces.

Wu Ming managed a forced smile in response, but his eyes betrayed a hint of melancholy and unease. He muttered to himself, "Oh, I never imagined this competition would go so terribly wrong. I nearly killed my fellow disciple..." He still felt a lingering fear as he recalled the thrilling scene on the ring.

Although Wu Ming had won the competition, he was feeling extremely depressed. The people around him naturally noticed his low mood, knowing that it was due to the unexpected incident on the stage. So, they all offered words of comfort to Wu Ming.

The first to speak was the straightforward Wang Xiaohu. He waved his hand and shouted, "Brother Ming, you can't blame yourself for this! It's that guy named Tan Haoying who's just too weak! You showed some mercy, but who could have predicted something so close to happening?" The honest Ishikawa nodded vigorously, his face flushing red as he managed to squeeze out a few words, "Brother Ming, I believe you too!"

Seeing this, Li Fei stepped forward, patted Wu Ming on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "Wu Ming, we should give our all in the competition. That's the greatest respect for our opponents. So, there's no need to feel too guilty about it. Also, don't forget that the brothers in the inner sect are keeping an eye on us. If we really encounter an emergency, they will definitely not sit idly by. You, don't worry about it anymore. Adjust your mood quickly and keep working hard! After all, we are all still thinking about entering the top 100 Foundation Establishment Pills!"

"Wu Ming, I'm afraid you're still unclear about your true strength. This competition should be your first demonstration of your abilities since reaching the ninth level of Qi Refining, right?" Huang Hao didn't elaborate. Only with Elder Ding's specific prompting did he understand Wu Ming's true strength. However, for some reason, he couldn't directly address it, so he could only posed these two questions in a more cryptic manner, hoping that Wu Ming would grasp the deeper meaning on his own.

At this moment, Wu Ming watched Li Fei and the others cast concerned and comforting glances his way. Faced with this kindness, Wu Ming was momentarily taken aback, then a smile broke out, as if the lingering gloom had instantly dissipated. He spoke softly, "Thanks to everyone's concern and encouragement. I've finally come to my senses. Since this is a fair and just competition, even if there are unfortunate casualties, as long as it wasn't intentional, then it's perfectly reasonable."

Hearing Wu Ming's open-minded words, the worried few finally breathed a sigh of relief, their faces once again filled with smiles of relief. Then, seemingly oblivious to everything that had just happened, they enthusiastically engaged in a lively discussion about this year's competition. The focus naturally centered on the disciples who had demonstrated exceptional strength and impressive performances. Everyone chatted, recounting the disciples who had already appeared and displayed their formidable abilities, while also speculating about the astonishing performances of the masters who had yet to make their move, but were rumored to be equally powerful.

However, they were completely unaware that after this seemingly ordinary competition, Wu Ming's name would rise like a new star in the night sky. Though its radiance was still dim at the moment, it was gradually emerging from obscurity and slowly entering the attention of numerous outer disciples. However, for the time being, people had not yet given him the same high regard and evaluation as those top-tier disciples.

Time flew by like a fleeting white horse, and in the blink of an eye, a day had already slipped away. However, surprisingly, among the more than 900 outer disciples, nearly half had yet to step onto the arena for the competition. As the sun set and dusk deepened, a faint blush appeared on the horizon, like the shy face of a young girl.

At this moment, the tenth elder who had been presiding over this grand competition slowly stood up. His majestic voice resounded throughout the venue like a bell: "Let's end today's competition here!"