Mythical Cultivation

Time passed quickly, and after about half an hour, Wu Ming could already see some faint, mottled flashes of fire through the lush and dense jungle in front of him. There was no doubt that that was the exact location where the flare was rising into the sky.

In just a few breaths, Wu Ming could clearly hear the sounds of fierce fighting coming from not far away. Without hesitation, he quickened his pace and rushed forward.

Not long after, Wu Ming finally arrived at the scene. In the center of the place, he saw a dozen figures in black nightgown tightly surrounding five or six people and launching a fierce attack.

Among the besieged crowd, there was a figure that Wu Ming recognized instantly - this person was the young master he had seen in the portrait before!

This young man looked to be around thirty years old, with a handsome face, an elegant and easygoing temperament. Although he was surrounded by numerous enemies, his every move did not reveal the slightest sign of embarrassment.

However, besides the eldest son, there were two other people who seemed very familiar to Wu Ming. They were none other than the palace guards who had gone out with him to search for the eldest son.

Just as Wu Ming appeared, one of them immediately raised his voice and shouted, "Wu Qi, come and help us quickly, we have found the eldest master!"

Hearing the shouts, Wu Ming hurried forward. Meanwhile, the eldest son muttered to himself with a worried look on his face, "Wu Qi? I do remember he only recently entered the state of visualization. While his strength is quite impressive among the palace guards, it's probably far from enough to resolve this predicament! Right now, we can only hope that Nangong Wending arrives here soon."

At that moment, the eldest son's gaze fell on Wu Ming. He took a closer look and easily recognized him. Watching Wu Ming's hurried approach, the eldest son couldn't help but ponder inwardly.

However, before Wu Ming could make any response, the man in black moved extremely swiftly.

Two men in black flashed by like ghosts and surrounded Wu Ming. One of them held a long knife, a cold gleam flashing; the other held a sharp sword tightly, the sword's aura surging.

In an instant, the flashes of swords and sabers intertwined, forming a dazzling web of attack. Wu Ming, caught in this onslaught, was like a small boat drifting in it. He nimbly dodged left and right, trying his best to avoid the two men's fierce attacks.

With a crisp sound, Wu Ming's longsword instantly flew free from its sheath, flashing with a cold gleam like a streak of silver light streaking through the air. The sword's blade was slender, radiating a chilling light, as clear and profound as a deep autumn pool, sending a chill through the air at the mere sight of it.

Wu Ming flicked his wrist, and his longsword transformed into a cloud of sword shadows, sweeping towards the two men in black like a tide. The sword lights intertwined into an impenetrable net, tightly enveloping the two men in black. For a moment, sword energy surged, the wind whistled, and the sounds of fierce battle echoed all around.

However, the two men in black were clearly no ordinary men. Their figures were erratic, weaving and dodging within the sword net like ghosts. But Wu Ming's swordsmanship was exquisite, and each strike contained infinite variety and power.

Within a few rounds, the two men in black had several deep and shallow wounds on their bodies, and blood dyed their black clothes red.

At this moment, Wu Ming shouted softly, "Here!"

Immediately afterwards, two sharp sword energies pierced the hearts of the two men in black. Unable to dodge, they groaned after being hit by the sword energies and fell to the ground, unable to move.

This sudden change stunned everyone present. Especially the eldest son, who had always been as steady as a rock and remained calm in the face of adversity, a hint of surprise now crossed his face. He muttered to himself, "Huh! When did Wu Qi become so powerful? It's truly unexpected..."

At the same time, the leader of the group of men in black stared at Wu Ming with a gloomy look and instructed another person beside him, "Fourth Brother, go meet this new guy. Judging from the way he attacked just now, he must have reached the realm of visualization. Remember, never underestimate the enemy!"

The black-clothed man known as Lao Si nodded, a fierce look flashing in his eyes. He said in a deep voice, "Brother, don't worry. I will kill this guy in a moment!"

After saying this, he swung his right hand, and a copper ring flew out, whistling towards Wu Ming with a sharp sound. He followed closely behind, rushing towards Wu Ming like a gust of wind.

Just when Wu Ming had just cleanly killed the two men in black with his sword, suddenly, an urgent shout came into his ears: "Be careful!" This shout was like a thunder, breaking the tense and quiet atmosphere at the moment.

It turned out to be the eldest son who had been watching the fight. After witnessing Wu Ming's swift defeat of the two men in black, he couldn't help but focus all his attention on Wu Ming. At that moment, he caught a glimpse of a copper ring flashing with a cold light, streaking towards Wu Ming like a meteor, and without hesitation, he warned him.

However, for Wu Ming today, such a sneak attack was simply a show of skill before an expert. After all, his 300-zhang spiritual awareness range already surpassed many cultivators who had just entered the realm of exorcism.

Wu Ming had already noticed the man in black's subtle move when he secretly activated the copper ring to attack him. Although he was already on guard, when he heard the eldest son's reminder, he politely nodded in his direction to express his gratitude.

Then, an astonishing scene unfolded. Wu Ming flicked his wrist lightly, and the longsword in his hand suddenly came alive, thrusting out at an unimaginably sharp angle, heading straight for the rapidly approaching copper ring.

There was a crisp clang. Although Wu Ming's sword didn't completely cut off the copper ring's momentum, it did manage to slightly deflect its trajectory. Just like that, the copper ring, which had been whistling towards him with a sharp wind, brushed past Wu Ming's body, only causing a slight breeze to brush against his clothes.

The two palace guards had watched helplessly as Wu Qi killed the two men in black in the blink of an eye, as easily as chopping melons and vegetables. Although they were slightly surprised, recalling the great improvement in Wu Qi's cultivation that they had learned the night before, they were not too surprised.