Mythical Cultivation

Wang Cheng and his team quickly found the secret signs that Wu Ming and his companions had made outside, and then they began searching within a few miles. Since Wu Ming and his companions were just hiding in a cave without setting up any formation, they were quickly discovered by Wang Cheng.

"Yuan'er, I finally found you." Wang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief the moment he saw Wang Zongyuan.

"Father, I knew you would come. Now it's great." Wang Zongyuan said happily.

"Are they also disciples of my Qingyun Sect?" Wang Cheng said to Wu Ming and the other three.

"Yes, father, if they hadn't protected me, I might not have been able to see you," Wang Zongyuan said with a sigh.

"I'll reward you handsomely when we get back to the sect," Wang Cheng said to Wu Ming and the other three. Huang Hao also said, "We don't deserve this credit. If it weren't for Senior Brother Wang rescuing us, we wouldn't have been so badly injured."

"I said you have to bear it if you can. Yuan'er saved you because that's what he should do as a senior brother," Wang Cheng said, waving his hand.

"Yuan'er, how did you get injured so badly?" Wang Cheng asked after checking Wang Zongyuan's body.

Wang Zongyuan also told Wang Cheng what had happened and took out the flying sword magic weapon for him to check.

"It's obvious that it was the Netherworld Sect who was behind this. They lost the magic weapon and leaked the news on purpose. I'll remember this. But this magic weapon is really good. My son has great luck." Wang Cheng returned the magic weapon to Wang Zongyuan and asked him to put it away first.

Just when the group was about to return to the base and wait for the others to come back before returning to the sect together, Luo Yun and his group blocked their way.

"Who are you and why are you blocking our way?" an inner disciple asked them.

"As long as you hand over the magic weapon you got, I will let you go," said Luo Yun behind his mask.

"You are so bold that you dare to intercept my Qingyun Sect. Who gave you the face?" Wang Cheng got angry when he saw that several people went straight to the point. In Qingjiang County, no one dared to be so arrogant except their Qingyun Sect.

"What a great prestige! Although your Qingyun Sect is very powerful, it doesn't mean that you are also strong. Hand over your magic weapons and we will let you live. Otherwise, don't blame us for being ruthless. If you die, you won't blame anyone else."

Wang Cheng was so angry that he laughed. When did the deterrent power of Qingyun Sect become so low? It was time to show the strength of the overlord of Qingjiang County. He said directly, "That depends on whether you are qualified." After that, he raised his flying sword and slashed towards the opposite side.

Except for Wu Ming and his four companions and Wang Zongyuan, all the other cultivators of Qingyun Sect took action. Seeing that they were unwilling to surrender, Luo Yun said to the people behind him, "Go, don't leave any one alive. As long as they are all dead, no one will know who we are." After hearing this, the few people knew that he was right, so they all raised their magic weapons and attacked the opposite side.

Although there were only six Qingyun Sect cultivators, they were worthy of being disciples of a major sect. The weakest one was at least in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. Besides Luo Yun, three of the other nine independent cultivators were in the early stage of Foundation Establishment. For a moment, in a six-on-nine situation, the Qingyun Sect had the upper hand. Wang Cheng was single-handedly holding down two independent cultivators, while the other three early stage independent cultivators could only barely hold down a Qingyun Sect disciple in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. This was the strength of disciples from a major sect, something independent cultivators could never compare to, except for a few who were blessed with great fortune.

Luo Yun originally thought that nine against six was a sure win, so he stood aside to prevent anyone from escaping. However, he didn't expect that the reality was completely different from his idea.

Wang Cheng summoned two Qingyun swords to suppress the magical weapons of the two masked monks. A cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage exclaimed in disbelief, "What a trick! Both of his magical weapons are top-grade. The wealthy sects are truly wealthy." He then increased the Zhen Yuan in his own magical weapon. However, he only had one top-grade magical weapon, and the difference between them, both at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, was too great. The cultivator at the late Foundation Establishment stage who was facing Wang Cheng was even worse off. His two mid-grade magical weapons had already crushed him, leaving him speechless.

"Wow, my senior brothers and deacons of Qingyun Sect are really strong. Six of them are suppressing nine people," said Zhao Xiaohai while watching the battle situation on the field.

"Don't be so optimistic yet. They still have one cultivator who hasn't taken action yet." Wang Zongyuan was happy to see his father fighting two people alone, but he also felt a little worried when he saw that there was still one person on the opposite side who had not joined the battlefield.

Seeing the situation on the field, Luo Yun thought to himself: A bunch of trash. But he said, "You two go help the others first, I'll deal with this peak foundation building expert." At this time, he had to leave the field.

The two cultivators being beaten by Wang Cheng heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing Senior Luo's words from outside the arena, and shifted their focus to other people. Seeing the two cultivators so obedient, Wang Cheng became wary. For cultivators at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage to be so obedient, it seemed the leader must be quite powerful.

"I didn't want to get out, but they are so disappointing, so it's not my fault." Luo Yun said to Wang Cheng. He didn't use any magic weapon, but just stretched out his hand. The vitality of the world within a radius of several hundred meters fluctuated, and then a huge palm of vitality pressed straight towards Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng finally understood why the masked monk leading the group didn't attack. It turned out to be a powerful cultivator in the Jindan stage. He didn't attack just now because he disdained to bully the weak. Seeing the Yuan Qi palm pressing towards him, he also fought desperately.

As soon as he thought of it, the two Qingyun swords rotated in the air and formed a Liangyi sword formation, which went straight towards his palm. There was a loud bang, and the sword formation formed by the two flying swords was broken in an instant. The flying swords also fell straight to the ground. The Yuanqi palm continued to press towards Wang Cheng. Wang Cheng hurriedly slapped his storage bag to summon a top-grade magic weapon, the Black Turtle Shield, and placed several defensive spells in front of his body, but in front of the Yuanqi palm, these were vulnerable and shattered in an instant.

The other Qingyun Sect cultivators were also horrified when they saw this situation. A Jindan stage cultivator could have such power by just casually summoning energy from his palm. If they were not careful today, they might be wiped out.

"Is this the power of a Jindan stage cultivator? What should I do now?" Wu Ming was secretly worried.

Just when the Yuan Qi palm broke through several layers of defense and was about to hit Wang Cheng's head, a figure appeared in front of Wang Cheng, pinched his fingers into a sword, and instantly a large Yuan Qi sword formed and hit the palm, and the two turned into the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth and scattered.

"Elder Qin, thank goodness you're here." Wang Cheng was the only one among the support personnel who knew that Elder Qin was following him secretly, but in order not to expose the elder, he did not reveal any flaws, just to avoid scaring away the enemies.

"Go and help deal with those people first, and leave this man to me." Elder Qin pointed to the battlefield next to him.

Then he turned around and said to the masked man, "I followed here secretly just to be on the safe side. I didn't expect to really catch a big fish. I just don't know which old friend he is? From the Netherworld Sect? Or the Hehuan Sect? Or from Tingyuxuan? Fellow Daoist, please humble yourself. It is unreasonable to bully the weak." When Elder Qin saw that there was no reaction from the masked man after he mentioned several sects, his doubts became even greater, because he never thought that the masked man was a casual cultivator, because casual cultivators were not within his calculations.

Luo Yun said, "You don't have to guess. You can't guess it. I didn't expect that the dignified Qingyun Sect would actually send an elder out for a magic weapon. It was my mistake, but I want this magic weapon today. No one can stop me." After saying that, he adjusted his mentality, because this opponent was not one of those Foundation Establishment cultivators who could be killed easily.

He just slapped his storage bag, and three top-grade magic weapons appeared: a sword, a bell, and a seal. They flew into the air. The flying sword and the seal attacked the opponent, while the bell-shaped magic weapon covered himself. However, people who were familiar with him knew that this was not the magic weapon he usually used. It seemed that he still did not want to reveal his true identity.

Elder Qin also summoned his famous magic weapon, a set of Qingyun swords, to form a formation and fight against Luo Yun's magic weapon. The surrounding mountains, rivers, and grass were directly turned into dust, scaring the cultivators on the foundation-building battlefield to hurriedly move away from this place.

Jindan-stage cultivators can mobilize the vital energy of heaven and earth within a certain radius. Their combat isn't as powerful as that of lower-level cultivators, who can only dig a crater in the ground and shatter trees. Jindan-stage cultivators can actually alter the terrain. While it won't cause mountains to vanish or rivers to dry up, its power is certainly significant. People like Wu Ming retreated several miles away, unable to see the clash clearly. They could only imagine the scene in their minds, or risk being killed by the aftermath.