Mythical Cultivation

Fortunately, this time he wasn't disappointed. He saw the Hundred Refinements True Body technique begin to operate steadily, albeit slowly. Although it was operating at a rather slow pace, as long as it produced results, it meant the light of hope had been lit for Wu Ming.

Time slipped away like the sand in an hourglass, drop by drop. Wu Ming remained completely focused on the changes in the wound on his chest.

Finally, after a long wait, he was pleasantly surprised to notice the slightest sign of scabbing on the wound! However, even so, he still didn't dare to act rashly, fearing that a single mistake would cause the wound, which had finally begun to heal, to break open again.

Wu Ming remained motionless, letting time slip by. It wasn't until the sky gradually darkened into a fading twilight that he truly felt the wound on his chest had healed slightly. Now, he cautiously tried to move his body, just slightly, to loosen up the other joints that had become incredibly stiff from the prolonged inactivity.

As the sky darkened and the surroundings grew darker, Wu Ming prayed silently that no ferocious beasts would appear. Otherwise, with his severe injuries and limited mobility, he would likely become a feast for those beasts.

However, just as Wu Ming was lost in thought, a faint sound suddenly reached his keen ears. At first, the sound was faint, like the rustling of leaves in the breeze, but as time went on, Wu Ming could clearly distinguish the sound of human whispers mixed in.

Wu Ming's heart tightened. He subconsciously turned his head slightly, his gaze darting in the direction of the sound. From afar, he could see a faint flicker of fire amidst the darkness. The light flickered unsteadily, like a candle in the wind, seemingly poised to go out at any moment. Yet, it flickered tenaciously, gradually approaching Wu Ming's direction.

As the distance closed, the firelight grew clearer, and Wu Ming finally made out the figures of the approaching group—a group of about seven or eight people. They held torches, lighting the way ahead, and each of them had a solemn and serious expression on their face.

Seeing the group of people getting closer, Wu Ming did not feel any joy in his heart, but was instead shrouded in deep worry.

Because he couldn't be sure of the purpose of these people. If they were the murderers of the previous attack and came here just to check if there were any survivors and to wipe them out, then exposing himself at this moment would undoubtedly make the situation even more dangerous.

Thinking of this, Wu Ming made a quick decision, quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be unconscious.

At the same time, he tried to keep his body as still as possible, even controlling his breathing to be extremely steady and subtle, for fear of attracting the other party's attention. After all, in such a life-or-death moment, any small mistake could lead to irreparable consequences.

"Miss Third, it's right here! We were attacked right here. It was with their desperate help that I was able to escape and return to report this to you."

At this moment, a faint voice drifted into Wu Ming's ears. Despite being filled with curiosity and nervousness, Wu Ming still forced himself not to open his eyes to take a peek. At this moment, perhaps the wisest option was to remain unchanged in the face of change.

"Uncle Huang, you are the most experienced and mature person here. Please go and take a close look to see if there are any surviving brothers. And by the way, see if you can find any useful clues."

As the clear and pleasant voice like a silver bell came, Wu Ming secretly guessed in his heart that this person must be the lady mentioned by the person who just spoke.

I only heard a reply: "Okay, Miss Three."

Immediately afterwards, a slightly old but powerful voice sounded.

At this moment, the woman known as the Third Miss turned her gaze to Li Yue standing aside and asked softly, "Li Yue, do you still remember the specific characteristics of the people who attacked you that day?"

This girl was incredibly beautiful, with a pair of bright almond-shaped eyes like autumn water, her gaze radiant and radiant. Her tall, small nose was perfectly framed by her fair, delicate face. Her figure was also voluptuous, with curves in every possible way.

She was dressed in a snow-white, flowing gown, looking as beautiful as a fairy. Her every move exuded the grace of a lady from a noble family, her demeanor elegant and regal, yet within this grace, there was a subtle aura that made it difficult for people to approach her easily.

"Miss Third, there are more than ten of them, all dressed in black and with veils covering their faces. I really can't tell who they are!" The young man named Li Yue who spoke earlier quickly responded.

This place is only about twenty miles away from the city. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any bandits, robbers or other so-called heroes of the green forest here.

In this case, the most likely mastermind behind this incident is probably our enemy!

Thinking of this, the third young lady couldn't help but ponder inwardly, and her beautiful brows were tightly furrowed together. However, even so, her pitiful appearance still attracted the attention of everyone present.

Wu Ming, who was listening quietly to their conversation, suddenly felt as if someone was gently touching him. Intuitively, he knew it must be the Uncle Huang the woman had mentioned.

At that moment, he decided not to continue healing himself, but slowly closed his eyes and allowed himself to gradually fall into a deep sleep.

Because at this moment he knew very well that these people in front of him must recognize him, but he was completely unfamiliar with everything happening around him, and for a while he had no idea how to deal with such a situation.

So after thinking about it, he decided to wait until his injuries were fully healed before carefully considering his next move.

Two days later, Wu Ming finally emerged from his long, deep coma. As consciousness gradually returned to his body, the first thing he felt was a warm sensation in his chest. The severe injuries that had nearly killed him were now almost completely healed.