Mythical Cultivation

Zhou Ling frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then said, "This Black Dragon Village is famous far and wide. I heard that there are thousands of vicious criminals there. Moreover, the village chief and deputy chief are extremely powerful, both of them are top masters who have reached the realm of driving away creatures. Therefore, we must not act rashly. We must be extremely cautious and take every step carefully.

"I think we should all rest well today and recharge our batteries. Once night falls, we can quietly sneak into the Black Dragon Stronghold and gather information. Remember, safety is paramount, and we must not alert the enemy!"

"Yes, big brother, we will all remember what you said!" Wu Ming and the other five people responded in unison.

After a detailed discussion, these people turned around and walked towards their respective rooms, quietly waiting for the night to fall.

However, they were completely unaware that just as they stepped into the town, the news of their arrival had already spread like an arrow through a very special and secret channel and quickly entered the dreaded Black Dragon Village.

"Master, a group of strangers suddenly arrived in town today. They were all lightly dressed, with simple luggage. They looked neither like traveling merchants nor ordinary travelers passing through here in a hurry.

More importantly, each of them was sturdy and powerful, their breathing steady and long. They were clearly masters of martial arts and formidable strength. However, their exact purpose was unclear, and their whereabouts and purpose were truly difficult to speculate. — Presented by Crow.

At this moment, an old man with a face as dark as charcoal was staring intently at the words on the slip of paper in his hand, a somewhat unfathomable expression on his face. He narrowed his eyes slightly and fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

After a while, he suddenly raised his head and said, "Someone, come here! Go and get Qinglang for me!"

After giving his orders, the old man slowly sat back down at the table, his arms folded across his chest, his brow furrowed as he pondered: "This is a critical moment, and a group of unidentified strangers has arrived in town. I wonder what faction they belong to. I hope they won't ruin our carefully planned plan..."

After a while, I heard a slight sound of footsteps coming from far away.

Following the sound, I saw a middle-aged man with a burly build and a fierce look in his eyes walking towards me quickly. He looked to be in his thirties, with a strong face and the air of a man who had experienced many years in the martial arts world.

When he reached the old man, the middle-aged man stopped, saluted respectfully with his fists clasped, and said, "Master, I'm Qinglang, here to report. I wonder why you summoned me here?" His voice was low and powerful, as if it contained endless power.

"Oh, it's Qinglang, you're here! I do have an important matter for you to handle. Today, a group of strangers suddenly appeared in the town at the foot of the mountain. Their identities and origins are unclear, and their purpose is even more unknown. Moreover, according to the spies' reports, each of these people is no ordinary person, and their strength should not be underestimated."

The dark-faced old man narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke slowly while recalling the information he had just obtained.

After a brief pause, the old man continued, "Qinglang, with your skills and realm, you have already entered the realm of visualization, and can be regarded as the backbone of our Black Dragon Village.

So this time, you will select a few outstanding brothers from your team and go to secretly investigate the details of this group of strangers. Remember to be cautious and do not alert the enemy.

If it is found that these people's purpose is not against my Black Dragon Village, then there is no need to pay attention to them; but if it is discovered that they have ulterior motives and are hostile to my Black Dragon Village, then there is no need to show mercy, and these people must be captured in one fell swoop, regardless of life or death.

Of course, if you're short on manpower, you can always ask the town's Crow for help and have him deploy his men to assist you. This matter is of great importance and must not be taken lightly!"

After saying this, the old man stared at the blue wolf in front of him with a sharp gaze, as if he wanted to see through his eyes the scene after the task was completed.

Qinglang was a capable captain under the Battle Hall, commanding dozens of men. He was quite powerful and somewhat well-known among the other captains.

Because of this, when the black-faced old man needed to send someone to investigate information about Wu Ming and six other people, the first person he thought of was Qinglang.

"Yes, Hall Master! Qinglang will definitely fulfill his mission and take people to take care of this matter immediately."

The middle-aged man responded neatly. As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed out of the room like a gust of wind.

At this time, the dark-faced old man who stayed in the house frowned and thought to himself: "The news about these people is not a matter of vital importance, so it is usually not necessary to report it to the village chief.

After all, as the head of Tingfeng Hall, I can handle such a small matter on my own. However, right now is a critical time, and any negligence could lead to serious consequences, even affecting the life and death of thousands of brothers in our village..."

After careful consideration, the dark-faced old man finally made up his mind - he should report to the deputy village chief first and keep him informed. That way, even if something unexpected happened, he wouldn't be held responsible for dereliction of duty.

Thinking of this, the black-faced old man slowly stood up, first carefully tidied up his clothes, and then walked towards the deputy chief's residence with steady and powerful steps.

Along the way, his face was solemn, and he kept thinking in his mind how to explain this matter to the deputy village chief and the various impacts that might be caused.

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The night was as dark as ink, a howling wind swept through, and the sky and earth were shrouded in darkness. Such a night seemed specially prepared for those with evil intentions, and the darkness became their best cover.

Wu Ming and his companions stayed quietly in the house, not yet leaving. However, at this moment, they keenly noticed several subtle noises coming from the roof.

Although the sound was slight, it was extremely clear to them who were experienced - it was obvious that there were thieves active nearby.

"Brother, this town is really lively at night! When can we set off?"

Wu Ming couldn't suppress his anxiety and asked the leader Zhou Ling.