Mythical Cultivation

As the battle between Wang Zongyuan and Ouyang Jing drifted off into the distance, Wu Ming and his four companions, along with the two from the Netherworld Sect, slowed down their movements, their attention drawn to them. Unexpectedly, the situation took a sudden turn. First, Qingyun Sect's Wang Zongyuan unleashed a magical weapon, causing Netherworld Sect's Ouyang Jing to vomit blood. Seeing this, Wu Ming and his four companions were greatly emboldened, and the two from the Netherworld Sect also considered escaping. Then, Ouyang Jing summoned a flying sword and fled. The two from the Netherworld Sect were no fools, realizing the situation was hopeless, and they too fled the battlefield. Wu Ming and his four companions were about to pursue, but when they saw the flying sword pierce Senior Brother Wang's chest with unstoppable force, they hesitated, fearing a counterattack.

The four people flew towards Wang Zongyuan, only to see him lying motionless on the ground with blood gushing out of his chest. They bandaged the wound first, and then fed him half a blood jade ginseng, which made Wang Zongyuan's pale face rosy.

"Let's take Senior Brother Wang away as soon as possible. It's no longer safe here." Wu Ming said.

"Didn't the cultivators of the Netherworld Sect get repelled? Why is it still unsafe?" Mei Lingshuang didn't understand and asked directly.

"Brother Wang is seriously injured, and although the Netherworld Sect's Foundation Establishment cultivator is also injured, we're worried he might strike back," Wu Ming explained. This was his own experience, combined with the countless novels he'd read in his previous life. Little did he know, however, that the situation was far more serious. After clearing the battlefield—Brother Wang's flying sword, the shattered magical weapon, Ouyang Jing's shield, and Ouyang Jing's last severely injured flying sword—Huang Hao carried Wang Zongyuan on his back, and the others left without looking back.

"You must avoid being approached and return to Qingyun Sect quickly. The flying sword you just received is a magical weapon. If word gets out, many interested Foundation Establishment and even Golden Core cultivators will come to intercept you." Just as Wu Ming and the other three were preparing to return to the Taohua Mountain Market to recuperate, Huang Hao's mind resonated with these words. He was stunned. A magical weapon? He had never dreamed that the flying sword that had severely injured Senior Brother Wang was a magical weapon. If word got out, how could they possibly survive?

Seeing Huang Hao stunned, several people were also confused. "Huang Hao, what's wrong with you? Let's go back to Taohuashan Market to help Brother Wang recover. Our mission is not yet completed." Zhao Xiaohai said.

Huang Hao was also shocked by this news. You know, magic weapons are only owned by Jindan-stage cultivators, and they have to be from wealthy families. He thought about it and found a suitable excuse, saying, "I think the cultivators from the Netherworld Sect might be blocking us at the Taohua Mountain Market. Why don't we go back to the Qingyun Sect first and come out for the mission later? That way it will be safer."

After thinking about it, they were afraid of being hunted down by Foundation Establishment cultivators again, so they decided to return to the sect to avoid the spotlight. So they set up their flying swords and headed towards Qingyun Sect.

However, no one knew how big the turmoil was near Taohua Mountain. After the two Qi training monks from the Netherworld Sect escaped, they found the seriously injured Ouyang Jing and told him that Wang Zongyuan was lying on the ground and his life or death was unknown. Ouyang Jing knew that he had missed an opportunity, but he still wanted to go back and take a look. So he dragged his seriously injured body back to the cave, but did not see Wu Ming and others. He knew that he had suffered a great loss this time.

He instructed his two fellow apprentices, "Stand guard at the entrance to the Taohua Mountain Market. If you see any members of the Qingyun Sect, report it to me immediately. Spread the news secretly in the market, saying that four outer disciples of the Qingyun Sect have obtained a magical weapon in Taohua Mountain and are carrying a seriously injured fellow apprentice."

The two of them also went to the Taohua Mountain Market to deliver the news according to Ouyang Jing's instructions. As soon as the news came out, many cultivators near Taohua Mountain came out after smelling the fishy smell. When the magic weapon came out, no matter whether they were in the Qi Condensation Stage or the Foundation Establishment Stage, they could not sit still. That was a magic weapon. A magic weapon was worth at least seven or eight thousand spirit stones. Many cultivators could not save so many spirit stones in their lifetime.

Wu Ming and his companions were still unaware of the severity of the situation, still thinking about what to do once they returned to Qingyun Sect. Little did they know that danger was already waiting for them. After the four of them, along with Senior Brother Wang, had flown for an hour, they saw a cultivator blocking them from the front. Huang Hao had a vague feeling that things might be heading for the worst, but the others hadn't noticed yet.

After they landed on the ground, Wu Ming stepped forward and said, "Fellow Daoist, for some reason you are blocking the way of my fellow disciples."

Across from him was a middle-aged cultivator. Seeing that Wu Ming and his companions consisted of four people with a wounded soldier, he realized he might have struck it lucky. However, he still needed to confirm. After all, there were many teams training outside, and it wasn't certain he'd run into the right person. He suppressed his joy and asked, "Are you fellow Daoists disciples of the Qingyun Sect? I have a message to report to the Qingyun Sect, but it's hundreds of miles away, and I have urgent matters to attend to, so I'm trying to find a Qingyun Sect disciple to pass it on."

When Zhao Xiaohai heard they were looking for Qingyun Sect disciples, he didn't think twice and immediately explained that they were all Qingyun Sect disciples and could pass on the message. The middle-aged cultivator opposite him, upon hearing they were Qingyun Sect disciples, curled his lips slightly, his face filled with uncontrollable joy. "That's good, that's good," he said, his expression turning into ecstasy.

While Zhao Xiaohai was still a bit confused, Huang Hao had already pulled Zhao Xiaohai back. The middle-aged cultivator said, "It's fitting that I, Hu Kaishan, have this opportunity. After more than forty years of hard training, Heaven has blessed me today. Hand over your magic weapons, and I'll let you go. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless." He said this verbally, letting the apparently inexperienced Qingyun Sect disciples relax their guard. Although, as a ninth-level Qi training cultivator, his cultivation was significantly higher than theirs, he had to give it his all. Past experience had taught him that disciples from major sects were unlike these impoverished independent cultivators; they could surpass their level and defeat others.

The middle-aged cultivator, Hu Kaishan, didn't give Wu Ming and the other three a chance to respond as he directly raised a flying sword and slashed at them. Huang Hao sighed inwardly, knowing that the truth had finally been revealed, while the other three remained confused, unsure of what was going on. Zhao Xiaohai was about to ask if they had made a mistake when he saw a flying sword slashing towards them. He had no choice but to raise his flying sword to resist, but after just one blow, all four of them vomited blood.

Even though Hu Kaishan had reached the ninth level of Qi training, as a casual cultivator, he lacked guidance and possessed no powerful skills. His only decent skill was the Sword Light Splitting Technique. This was why Wu Ming and the other three only managed to spit out a mouthful of blood. The four quickly took out a small section of Blood Jade Ginseng and stuffed it into their mouths to stop the bleeding. Hu Kaishan, on the other side, felt a pang of pain when he saw the Blood Jade Ginseng stuffed into the mouths of the four. This was all his property, and they had wasted it. He then stepped up his attack.

This left Wu Ming and his three companions in agony, repeatedly losing ground. The Qingyun Sword could only be used for defensive action, unable to inflict any damage. After only three rounds, all four were severely wounded and facing imminent death. Huang Hao was ready to once again use the tower-shaped treasure that had previously blocked a blow from the Netherworld Sect cultivator. With his level of cultivation, even a single use would drain his vital essence, so he normally avoided it. However, in this life-or-death situation, he had no choice. Simply blocking a blow was meaningless; without a countermeasure, the next blow would still kill them. Huang Hao telegraphed to the other three, "Use whatever means you have, or we won't be able to escape today. I can block his next attack."

Wu Ming actually had a Shanhai Inkstone that could suppress Hu Kaishan, but it was not powerful enough, so he did not use it. Wu Ming explained the function of the Shanhai Inkstone, which made several people's eyes light up. As long as they had a chance to immobilize Hu Kaishan, they still had a chance. According to Mei Lingshuang, she also had a Tianlei Zi, so they would be safe.

Just when Hu Kaishan used the sword light splitting technique to slash at the four people, Huang Hao raised a tower-shaped treasure to block the four people, so that the four people were not hurt by this attack. Hu Kaishan was also stunned when he saw this scene. He originally thought it was safe. After all, although the four people were disciples of Qingyun Sect, their cultivation was far inferior to his. So although he was more vigilant, he relaxed his vigilance when he saw that the four people combined could not withstand his attack.

At the moment when he was stunned, Wu Ming raised the Mountain and Sea Inkstone and flew towards Hu Kaishan. The Mountain and Sea Inkstone became bigger and bigger in the process of flying towards Hu Kaishan, and finally became a piece of ink about ten feet in size and fell on Hu Kaishan's head. Hu Kaishan also used his true energy to support it. At this time, Zhao Xiaohai's flying sword stabbed Hu Kaishan with a clang sound. It turned out that Hu Kaishan was wearing a treasure armor, which blocked the attack for him. But then Mei Lingshuang's Tianleizi exploded directly on him. There was a bang, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. The treasure armor was shattered, and Hu Kaishan was blown to pieces. The four of them finally breathed a sigh of relief.