Mythical Cultivation

Just as the people from the Netherworld Sect were secretly discussing countermeasures, the Qingyun Sect was also making continuous moves. First, they killed the cultivators who had previously killed the Qingyun Sect disciples one by one, letting them see that the Qingyun Sect was not a pushover. This made it so that the participating cultivators would never dare to deal with their own disciples so blatantly again. At the same time, they intensified the search and rescue efforts for their own disciples, as well as the hunt for the Netherworld Sect cultivators.

A day passed, and apart from the blood flowing like a river for hundreds of miles around Taohua Mountain and the panic among the monks, no news about the two groups was found, and Wang Cheng was also upset.

"It's been a whole day, why is there no news at all? I don't know what happened to Zong Yuan," Wang Cheng said to himself.

Several deacons standing beside him consoled him, saying, "Wang Zongyuan must be seriously injured and hiding to recover, so there's no news. Think about it, isn't no news the best news?"

Wang Cheng also understood this truth, but it was only the authorities who were confused, while the bystanders could see things more clearly. His only son's whereabouts were unknown, and no one could help but feel anxious. All they could do now was to intensify the search.

Just as several parties were searching, Wang Zongyuan also woke up. Seeing that the four people around him were healing, he also began to heal his wounds silently. He had lost coma before due to excessive blood loss. After being treated by Wu Ming and others, it was mainly the effect of the blood jade ginseng. What he had to do now was to repair the body and organs that were pierced by the flying sword, but he had no good elixirs. If he only relied on his true energy to treat his injuries, it would take at least ten days to half a month to recover. But fortunately, he woke up now and at least had some ability to move.

After a while, Wu Ming and the other three woke up from their injuries, but their complexion was not very good. Their injuries were too serious. A day of treatment only prevented their injuries from worsening. It would take a lot of time to fully recover, but what they lacked most now was time. Otherwise, if they were discovered, they would be finished.

Seeing Wu Ming and the other three wake up, Wang Zongyuan also wanted to understand the current situation. "Where are we now? Why are you all injured? Weren't you all fine before?"

"We don't know what happened. We only know that after our senior brother was seriously injured and fell into a coma, we were about to take him back to the sect. As a result, we met a casual cultivator named Hu Kaishan on the way. He said that this was his opportunity and the magic weapon belonged to him, and then he wanted to kill us." Wu Ming said helplessly.

"According to my speculation, it must be the people from the Netherworld Sect who spread the news that Senior Brother possesses a magic weapon. Now there are cultivators everywhere outside looking for us. It would be extremely difficult to return to the sect." Huang Hao expressed his speculation based on the current situation.

Wang Zongyuan had this guess after hearing what Wu Ming said, and now after hearing Huang Hao's speculation, his guess was confirmed. But Wang Zongyuan's pride as a disciple of Qingyun Sect still remained.

"What are you afraid of? Qingjiang County is the territory of my Qingyun Sect. Since the news has spread, the sect should have also received the news. We just need to wait for the elders of the sect to arrive, and we will be safe," said Wang Zongyuan.

After hearing Wang Zongyuan's words, several people breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the people from the sect came, they would be saved. But Wu Ming thought of another problem, "We are hiding here now, and we don't know if the people from the sect have come. Even if the people from the sect come, they may not be able to find us. How should we notify the sect?" Wu Ming asked.

This is also a problem. The most important thing is that several of them are seriously injured and have not recovered yet. It is not easy for them to go out. If they encounter people who are tracking them, they will have no power to resist.

"You can carve the secret mark of my Qingyun Sect nearby. It doesn't need to be too far away, just nearby. This way, if someone from the sect comes, they will find it." Wang Zongyuan carved the shape of a cloud on the ground, and several people quickly memorized it.

The four of them first slowly opened the stone blocking the cave entrance and observed for a while. They did not find any monks, so they went out of the cave and carved the mark of clouds on the trees and stones within a few miles. Then they quickly returned to the cave and waited quietly for rescue from the sect.

"Deacon Wang, I discovered the secret sign of my sect. I am afraid of alerting the enemy, so I came to report to you first." An inner disciple of Qingyun Sect came to the place where Qingyun Sect was stationed.

"You did it right. Where did you find it? Take me there quickly," Wang Cheng asked.

"Deacon Wang, I discovered it about 300 miles from the sect in Taohua Mountain. I only found the hidden signs, not the person, so I quickly returned to report."

Although Wang Cheng was not sure whether this was Wang Zongyuan's secret sign, it was at least a secret sign left by a disciple of the sect, so he could go and take a look. After discussing, several people decided to leave a deacon to deal with the news that might appear later, and then Wang Cheng took two deacons and four inner disciples to that place.

Just as Wang Cheng and the other six set off, a group of people secretly followed behind. "Senior Luo, do we really want to offend the Qingyun Sect?" one of the elders asked the leading cultivator.

"Now that we're here, is there any point in asking this? Opportunities are fought for. We cultivators fight for our lives with the heavens, so why should we be afraid that his Qingyun Sect will fail? At worst, we can leave Qingjiang County after we succeed. The Northern Wilderness is so big, there's nowhere we can't go. If you're afraid, forget it, you don't have to go." Senior Luo turned around and said to the people behind him, but there was murderous intent in his eyes.

The others weren't fools either. They knew that anyone who backed out now would likely face a disastrous outcome. It wasn't that they couldn't back out, but if someone didn't go, that was fine. What if he turned around and sold them out? That was why Senior Luo's face was filled with murderous intent. Seeing this, the others kept saying they didn't dare, fearing that if they were slow to speak up, Senior Luo would make an example of them.

We are all independent cultivators in Qingjiang County. No one probably knows what Senior Luo's real name is, but his name is still well-known in more than ten counties in Qingjiang County. He is the Jindan independent cultivator Luo Yun. Yes, this Senior Luo's realm is the Jindan stage. As a cultivator in the Jindan stage, let alone an independent cultivator, it is indeed rare to be able to cultivate to the Jindan stage. There are not many in the entire Qingjiang County.

He was known for two things. One was his renowned swiftness in mastering a form of evasion, which allowed him to cultivate to the Golden Core stage without suffering a premature death. The other was his meticulous nature, and anyone who crossed him would suffer a bitter fate. Consequently, everyone was afraid of him.

Moreover, they themselves were not afraid of shoes when barefoot. As independent cultivators, they were fortunate to receive the blessings of their elders and embark on the path of cultivation. Obtaining more resources for advancement was extremely difficult, so they were the most daring and aggressive. Take Luo Yun, for example. He had entered the Golden Core stage for decades and still didn't have his own magic weapon. He heard about the appearance of a magic weapon and traveled nearly ten thousand miles to Peach Blossom Mountain, determined to obtain it. He would fight to the death anyone who stood in his way.

The group concealed their presence, following Wang Cheng and the other six within a few meters, ready to seize the magical weapon once it appeared. A Foundation Establishment cultivator's spiritual awareness could only reach a thousand meters, so Wang Cheng and the other six didn't notice anyone following them. Of course, the Qingyun Sect elder hiding among them must have noticed, but he didn't show it. It seemed he was also trying to fish out all the cultivators who opposed the Qingyun Sect and then catch them all in one fell swoop. As a Qingyun Sect elder, he had the confidence and the ability to do so.

However, unknown to both groups, there was another figure behind them: Elder Lin of the Netherworld Sect. Hidden behind the two waves, he was poised to emerge as the ultimate winner, a mantis stalking the cicada while the oriole waited behind. He had been hiding near Peach Blossom Mountain, while the others were in the open, while he remained hidden. No one knew a Netherworld Sect elder had arrived. This was his greatest advantage, allowing him to be the oriole. All he had to do now was wait for the Qingyun Sect and the independent cultivators to reach a point of near-death struggle, then emerge to finish off both sides and claim the spoils. The scenario was already written; it all depended on which side's wishes would prevail.

Just as Wu Ming and his four companions were recuperating in the cave and waiting for rescue, three groups of people arrived here. It was just a matter of time before they were discovered.