Mythical Cultivation

Unfortunately, Mei Lingshuang had been single-mindedly pursuing the true Dao since childhood, never once giving a thought to the mundane affairs and social conventions of the world. Therefore, facing the group of people blocking her path, she remained unfazed, not even glancing at them. However, she hadn't anticipated their tactlessness. Not only did they block her path, but she was also momentarily at a loss as to how to respond. After all, her inexperience in such situations was profound.

Just as Mei Lingshuang was caught in a dilemma, Wu Ming and Huang Hao suddenly appeared, leading a group of people who bravely pushed their way into the throng. After a strenuous effort, they finally succeeded in freeing Mei Lingshuang from the encirclement. Upon seeing the appearance of Huang Hao and Wu Ming, two rising stars, the numerous cultivators who were surrounding her became wary and naturally dared not rashly step forward to stop Mei Lingshuang.

After they finally managed to break away from the crowd, Wu Ming and the others bowed to Mei Lingshuang and congratulated her, saying, "Congratulations! It's truly admirable that you've stood out in front of so many people!" Zhao Xiaohai, standing nearby, beamed and jokingly said, "Oh, Miss Mei, you're truly incredibly charming! Even people as outstanding as Huang Hao and Wu Ming probably don't match your popularity. Look at the scene just now, so many people came for you. Is there any talented person who could catch your eye?"

Mei Lingshuang, who was already annoyed by the unwarranted harassment from that group of people, now heard Zhao Xiaohai's irrelevant teasing. Her expression instantly grew even colder. A cold light flashed in her beautiful eyes. She glared at Zhao Xiaohai fiercely and said through gritted teeth, "Zhao Xiaohai, it seems like you've been itching for trouble lately. How about we find a quiet place later so we can have a good martial arts exchange and show you how powerful I am!"

Seeing her like this, Zhao Xiaohai stopped teasing her and could only pretend to beg for mercy and get around the matter.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, half a day has passed. The third round of fierce competition has finally come to an end. At this time, everyone can't help but wonder whether they need to wait until tomorrow to continue the subsequent competitions. However, just as everyone was whispering and discussing, the serious-looking Deacon Wang Cheng on the high platform slowly said

"Everyone, please be quiet! This morning, after a thrilling and intense competition, the third round of competition concluded successfully. In this round, a total of 118 disciples stood out and successfully won. However, the rules of this competition only allow the top 100 disciples to receive generous rewards. Therefore, after a short rest, we will continue this round of competition this afternoon."

He paused, then continued, "The format of the upcoming competition will be very different from this morning's. You will no longer need to step onto that challenging arena to compete. Instead, it will be a test of your vision and luck. You must know that on the long road of cultivation, if you want to have a smooth journey, in addition to strong personal strength, keen vision and good luck are equally crucial. Later, we will carefully hide one hundred precious jade tokens in various corners of Yanwu Peak."

At that time, all those unrelated to this matter must immediately depart the Martial Arts Peak and refrain from interfering with the disciples' search. Only those fortunate enough to find the jade token will be among the top 100 and automatically advance to the fourth round. Once a disciple has found the jade token, they simply need to proceed to the square and wait. When all 100 jade tokens have been found, I will declare this competition officially over. I wish you all good luck and may you all strive to your full potential!

After finishing his words, Deacon Wang Cheng closed his lips tightly and said no more. He stood there quietly, like a silent mountain, giving everyone ample time to prepare themselves mentally and physically.

As time ticked by, the other disciples gradually left the Martial Arts Peak. When the last disciple disappeared at the foot of the mountain, Deacon Wang Cheng finally spoke slowly, announcing in a deep yet commanding voice, "The competition has officially begun!"

Upon hearing this order, everyone felt a little puzzled by the sect's strange decision, but this was clearly not the best time to discuss it. So, they scattered in all directions, like a swarm of startled bees, rushing towards Yanwu Peak in all directions, beginning their arduous search.

This towering Yanwu Peak, four or five hundred feet high, loomed like a vast mystery waiting to be solved. Finding the single jade token within such a vast and complex landscape was as difficult as retrieving a needle from the vast ocean. However, faced with the sect's orders, the group had no power to resist and could only grit their teeth and persevere.

Wu Ming wandered alone through the mountains and forests, his gaze scanning every inch of his surroundings like a torch. He carefully searched for any corner where the jade token might be hidden, pondering inwardly. This competition, while seemingly simple and crude, held hidden meanings. After all, relying so completely on luck undoubtedly demonstrated that the sect placed a greater emphasis on individual luck than one might imagine.

Furthermore, since this mission required individual effort, no one opted for teamwork. If someone were lucky enough to find the jade token, the question of who would own it would become a thorny issue. A single mistake could easily lead to internal conflict and dissension. Thinking of this, Wu Ming quickened his pace, hoping to make a quick discovery.

Wu Ming searched from noon until dusk, finally finding a jade token hidden in a crevice on a cliff. Not wanting to delay, he quickly arrived at the square, where he saw fifty or sixty people already seated. Some were meditating alone, while others were quietly chatting with familiar faces. Seeing this, Wu Ming knew he wasn't too late, so he stepped forward and handed the jade token to Deacon Wang Cheng.

"Wu, not bad, really good." Suddenly, a subtle yet clear voice rang softly in Wu Ming's ears. He instantly recognized it as the familiar voice of Grandpa Wang Cheng. However, when he looked at Grandpa Wang, he found that he hadn't moved his lips at all; it was clearly a telepathic transmission.

Wu Ming was delighted, but at the same time he responded nervously: "Grandpa Wang, do you think I'm slow? After all, many people have completed the task and obtained the jade token!" Although Wu Ming roughly guessed the sect's intention, he was not sure yet. It was a good opportunity to ask Grandpa Wang to see if his guess was correct.