Mythical Cultivation

The situation in the field became more and more tense. It was still unclear who was superior in the Jindan battlefield, but the foundation-building battlefield became one-sided after Wang Cheng joined in. Masked men were killed from time to time, and the number of people in the battlefield had already decreased by three.

Luo Yun was getting anxious. If this continued, everyone he had brought would be defeated. Once they all rushed him, even at the Jindan stage, he might not be able to withstand them. So he soared forward and attacked Elder Qin with a Yuan Qi palm print. Elder Qin, not to be outdone, engaged Luo Yun with a Qingyun palm.

Now in the entire battlefield, Wu Ming and his four companions and Wang Zongyuan are the most relaxed. Because of his injury, Wang Zongyuan has become a spectator like Wu Ming and his companions, unaware that danger is approaching.

Elder Lin of the Netherworld Sect had been silently observing the battle situation in the field from more than ten miles away. He did not dare to get too close for fear of being discovered by the two Jindan stage cultivators in the field. Now that the battle between the two sides was becoming more and more intense, he knew that the opportunity had come. He deepened his breath and began to sneak in. Just as he entered the battlefield and was getting closer to Wu Ming and others, he was secretly proud of himself, but an accident happened.

"Attention! A Jindan-stage cultivator is approaching, less than a mile away." Huang Hao was engrossed in watching the battle ahead when Elder Ding's voice rang out in his mind, sending him into a cold sweat. "A Jindan-stage cultivator in the field?" Huang Hao was anxious. The sect's brothers and elders were all engaged in a fierce battle, and someone had sneaked in. What should he do? Even if he had warned them himself, it would have been difficult to explain. So many others hadn't noticed, yet he, a Qi Condensation cultivator, had discovered it. It didn't make sense.

"Just shout it out! There's no time to worry about anything else now. If a Jindan cultivator catches you, it'll be too late to say anything," said Elder Ding. Huang Hao, upon hearing this, immediately channeled his true energy and shouted, "Who is it?" His cry even caused a pause on the battlefield ahead, and everyone turned their gazes in that direction. Elder Lin had just been gloating about his imminent success, but this shout immediately drew everyone's attention. Seeing he was exposed, he gave up his pretense and dodged, leaping towards Wang Zongyuan.

Seeing this, Wu Ming and his companions, despite their injuries, summoned their Qingyun Swords and slashed at the approaching force. However, this was no different from a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and they were immediately swatted to the sides. The two Jindan-stage cultivators ahead, drawn by Huang Hao's voice, were also enraged and turned their attention to the approaching force. Elder Qin hadn't anticipated the existence of someone else hiding in the shadows, and had been somewhat careless. Luo Yun, on the other hand, hadn't anticipated the possibility of someone acting as a predator, and had nearly become the mantis.

Just when Elder Lin was just a little bit away from success, Elder Qin's Qingyun Sword blocked in front of him, and Luo Yun's seal also smashed towards him. He also raised a brown flag in front of him to block all the attacks. Taking advantage of this time, both parties slowly stopped fighting. No one wanted a third party to reap the benefits during the fight.

At this time, Elder Qin and Luo Yun both recognized the visitor as an elder from the Netherworld Sect. Elder Qin spoke directly, "When has the Netherworld Sect elder ever come to visit my Qingyun Sect without even saying hello? If others knew about this, they would accuse my Qingyun Sect of being rude."

"Haha, Elder Qin, let's not talk about that. I'm here only for the magic weapon that my sect's disciples lost. I wonder if your sect's disciples can return the magic weapon to my sect's disciples." Elder Lin is not a character to be trifled with. He first stood on the commanding heights of justice and directly identified the magic weapon as the property of his own disciples. Now he hopes that others will return it.

Now all three wanted the magic weapon, but words alone wouldn't get them; ultimately, only strength would do the trick. Elder Qin asked Wang Zongyuan to leave the magic weapon with him while he allowed the others to return to the sect to heal their wounds. He would give it to him later. This was for his own good, to divert everyone's attention to him and avoid any trouble along the way. Once the others had left, the three of them engaged in a fierce fight. The unleashed Jindan-stage cultivators reduced everything within a radius of dozens of miles to a barren wasteland. But that's another story.

Wu Ming and his companions followed the sect steward and fellow brothers back to Qingyun Sect safely. Wang Zongyuan also left them a sound transmission talisman, and promised to contact them again after their injuries had healed.

Wu Ming and his companions also bought healing medicine and returned to their quarters to begin recuperating. After seven or eight days of recuperation, Wu Ming's injuries were finally almost healed. He began to count his gains from the mission. Eight centuries-old spiritual herbs were worth three to four thousand spirit stones, including a chalcedony mushroom, the main ingredient for the foundation-building pill, worth over a thousand spirit stones. There was also a talisman pen and a mid-grade magical instrument, also worth several hundred spirit stones. However, Wu Ming planned to keep these two instruments for his own use. Although this mission had been a tortuous one, the rewards were considerable.

After Wu Ming recovered from his injuries, he couldn't wait to check the prices of spiritual medicines at the sect's Alchemy Hall. Then he went to Qingyun Market and checked the prices of various spiritual medicines. He found that the prices were not much different. In this case, he might as well sell them to the Alchemy Hall, which would save his own sect money and be safer.

Wu Ming traded eight spiritual herbs to the Alchemy Hall for 3,600 spirit stones, specifically requesting that 1,000 of them be of the wood attribute. After such a long wait, Wu Ming finally had enough spirit stones. Now it was time to see what the lotus seed mark on his chest truly was. Hopefully, the result wouldn't disappoint him. Upon returning to his residence, a sound transmission message arrived, announcing that Senior Brother Wang had asked them to come to his residence. After half an hour's flight, Wu Ming and the other three finally arrived at Senior Brother Wang's residence, over 50 miles away from their current location.

Several people came to the place that Senior Brother Wang mentioned. After a while, they saw a door appear between the rocks in front of them. Senior Brother Wang's voice came from it, "Come in." After the four people entered, they found that it was a cave dug out from the rocks, with three or four stone rooms. Senior Brother Wang Zongyuan was sitting on the stone bed in the hall. After seeing them, he asked them to sit down, and then waved his hand. A humanoid puppet brought the four people a cup of tea. It was the first time for several people to come into close contact with a puppet, and they all stared at it.

"It's not a rare thing, it's just that our Qingyun Sect has no research on the craft of puppetry, so it seems rare. I asked you to come this time to repay you for saving my life last time. You can make a request to me, and I will help you with anything I can do as long as I have it." Wang Zongyuan waved his hand and said.

Listening to Wang Zongyuan's heroic words, several people did not dare to make any demands casually. If they made too little, they would suffer losses, and if they made too much, they would embarrass others. They looked at each other and said, "Brother Wang, you are too polite. If you hadn't rescued us, we would have been left dead in the wilderness. How could we dare to ask for your life-saving grace? So let's not mention anything."

"You can't count it that way. My saving you is one thing, and you saving me is another. They can't be confused. What's more, in the process of saving you, I also got a magic weapon. This is a great opportunity. I would feel bad if I don't repay you. If you really don't know what to ask, then I will take the initiative to give you something." Wang Zongyuan said.

Hearing Wang Zongyuan's words, the others stopped objecting. He waved his hand, and four magical instruments appeared on the stone table. "These four instruments are among the better mid-grade instruments: the Silver Scale Sword, the Ice Crystal Sword, the Black Tortoise Shield, and the White Cloud Banner. Two for attack and two for defense. You four can choose yours."

The four men looked at the four magical weapons; they were all quite good. However, Wu Ming still needed a defensive weapon. He had been planning to buy one after selling the spiritual herbs, but now that he had saved up, he chose a Black Tortoise Shield. Huang Hao chose the Silver Scale Sword, Mei Lingshuang chose the Ice Crystal Sword, and Zhao Xiaohai took the White Cloud Banner. After the four men had made their selections, Wang Zongyuan said, "Four magical weapons aren't enough. I'll give each of you a jade pendant that can block a full-strength attack from a Foundation Establishment cultivator. I hope it'll help you in times of danger." He handed the four jade pendants to the four men and sent Wu Ming and the other two out, leaving Huang Hao alone.

After Wu Ming and the other two left, they secretly discussed what Senior Brother Wang's intentions were for keeping Huang Hao. But before a cup of tea had passed, Huang Hao emerged. When questioned, he reassured them that it was nothing serious and reassured them. He was actually relieved. Ever since he'd revealed the whereabouts of the Jindan-stage cultivator, he'd known this would happen. He hadn't expected the Qingyun Sect to be so open-minded, not pursuing his secrets. Instead, he reassured them that everyone had their own opportunities and secrets. As long as they didn't harm the sect, the sect wouldn't pursue them, and they didn't need to worry about others snatching them away. Elder Qin had already issued a gag order, and the news wouldn't be spread. Seeing Huang Hao's reassurance, the others stopped questioning.

Afterwards, they agreed to go out again in a few days to complete the tasks they had taken on, so they could prepare themselves. Wu Ming, on the other hand, was ready to feed the mark on his chest as soon as he got back; he couldn't wait any longer.