Mythical Cultivation

It looked like some powerful figure was competing here again! Wu Ming and the others, eager to gather information, hurried forward to find out what was going on.

After finally squeezing their way to the front row, everyone peered in to see a young man and a middle-aged man engaged in a fierce exchange. The two exchanged blows, swords flying in a flurry, the fight seemingly undecided. However, a closer look revealed that the middle-aged man was gradually losing ground.

Both men displayed the supremely advanced art of sword light fragmentation, but the young man's skill was clearly superior. Whether in the sophistication of his swordsmanship or his mastery of the technique, the young man clearly surpassed the middle-aged man. Furthermore, even in the techniques he employed, the young man subtly suppressed the middle-aged man, gaining a slight advantage.

"Who is this person? I have never seen him before, and he can actually suppress Zhang Ming! You know, Zhang Ming is not a weakling among the ninth-level Qi Refining disciples in our sect." An exclamation came from the crowd, and the person who spoke had an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Yes, judging by this situation, this person's strength is definitely not to be underestimated. And judging by his young age, he must be from the class that joined after us. Could this class have seen another dark horse like Dongfang Haoyu, Bu Yixian, Huang Hao, and Duanmu Rong?" another middle-aged disciple echoed, his words also filled with surprise and confusion. He simply couldn't imagine how this class of new disciples could be so powerful.

"This man's name is Liu Qingyun. I know that he is a lone ranger in our class and never teams up with us to do missions. I didn't expect his strength to be so high." A young disciple said at this time.

After hearing the young disciple's words, the middle-aged disciples immediately became interested and came forward, curiously asking him about various aspects of Liu Qingyun. Meanwhile, the surrounding crowd, including Wu Ming and others, who had originally been just watching the excitement, kept their eyes fixed on the fierce competition on the ring, but also pricked up their ears, fearing to miss any important information about Liu Qingyun.

In this atmosphere of intense attention, time flew by. Before even a cup of tea had passed, an astonishing scene unfolded—the young disciple, Liu Qingyun, had actually defeated his opponent, winning the match! Thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the audience, who were treated to a truly spectacular and exhilarating battle.

However, unlike the others, who were excited, middle-aged disciple Zhang Ming, standing on the sidelines, seemed somewhat bewildered and lost. He had never imagined he would be defeated by a young disciple who had practiced for only half as long as he had. After all, in terms of talent, Zhang Ming wasn't particularly exceptional; he possessed only a four-star superior physique.

Despite this, he persevered for years, devoting all his energy to arduous cultivation, not daring to rest even for a moment. After years of unremitting effort, he finally reached the ninth level of Qi Refining. He had hoped to excel in the Outer Sect Competition, successfully placing in the top 100, and then break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, becoming an Inner Sect disciple and remaining within the sect to further his training. But now, this sudden failure had undoubtedly made his dream seem unattainable.

This competition was undoubtedly a crucial turning point in his life! Back then, he was born in a small, impoverished village beneath a county seat. Being able to enter a prestigious sect like Qingyun Sect was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! However, unexpectedly, this incredibly precious opportunity slipped right through his grasp.

At that moment, he seemed to have lost his soul, completely lost and distraught. His steps were heavy and slow, like a zombie, as he trudged down the stage, a symbol of glory and dreams. Despite the roar of the crowd, no one seemed to notice the lonely figure of the loser. Everyone's attention was focused on the victorious favorite—Liu Qingyun.

"Is this Liu Qingyun? Brother Wu Ming, how did you know he would become a dark horse?" Zhao Xiaohai asked with a puzzled look on his face. You know, it was Wu Ming who first mentioned Liu Qingyun's name, so Zhao Xiaohai asked this question.

Hearing this, the others woke up as if from a dream, their hearts also filled with curiosity and confusion. So, everyone turned their attention to Wu Ming, hoping that he could give a reasonable explanation.

Seeing everyone's gazes fixed on him, Wu Ming couldn't help but feel a flicker of embarrassment, but he quickly composed himself and led the group to a relatively quiet, less crowded corner. After everyone settled in, Wu Ming slowly began to explain, "Actually, I didn't know about this before. It was only a few months ago that I happened to hear this name from Senior Brother Wang Zongyuan, and I've kept it in mind."

After hearing Wu Ming's words, the others exchanged glances, their faces lit with sudden realization. Clearly, they all knew something about Senior Brother Wang Zongyuan. After all, Zhao Xiaohai and the other three had known him for a long time, so naturally, they wouldn't be unfamiliar with him. It was easy to understand why Wu Ming, usually so absorbed in his cultivation, was privy to this information.

However, not long after their relief, a new suspicion suddenly arose in the minds of several people. As an inner disciple with a respected status, Senior Brother Wang Zongyuan should have paid little attention to the outer disciples. But now, he actually mentioned such an unknown outer disciple. It was truly incredible. Thinking of this, the straightforward Zhao Xiaohai couldn't help but ask, "Senior Brother Wang Zongyuan actually mentioned him? Then why would Senior Brother Wang pay attention to the outer disciples?" His words were full of confusion.

Wu Ming remained silent for a moment, seemingly weighing his words, when Zhao Xiaohai asked him this. Then, he raised his head, glanced at the people before him, and said with a serious and cautious expression, "I'm going to tell you something you may not have heard of. Please keep it a secret and don't spread it."