Mythical Cultivation

"What? Father is injured? How is this possible!" Bai Junze took the letter with a look of astonishment on his face. After glancing at it a few times, he widened his eyes and blurted out in disbelief.

Bai Ningzhu, standing nearby, was equally shocked. Her brows furrowed as she muttered worriedly, "Yes, my father is a powerful cultivator in the Out-of-Body Realm! Furthermore, there are a full 100,000 soldiers guarding the barracks. What kind of enemy could have sneaked into the camp without anyone noticing?"

In Bai Ningzhu's mind, her father, General Bai Junjie, was like a god of war, unrivaled and invincible. Now, hearing that her father had been injured, she was naturally filled with confusion and worry. What kind of powerful enemy could have broken through the numerous defenses and injured her father?

At this moment, the previously silent Old Lady Bai slowly spoke, "Don't get so excited, you two. Although your father was indeed injured, it was due to a despicable sneak attack by the enemy. Fortunately, he was ultimately able to kill the enemy, and his own injuries have largely healed after treatment."

He sent this letter specifically to remind us to restrain our forces, to prevent any criminals from taking advantage of the situation and stealing that crucial treasure. After all, they were able to sneak into a heavily guarded military camp and attempt to assassinate your father. Who can guarantee that these ruthless criminals won't take the risk of breaking into our mansion, stealing the treasure, and using it to threaten our entire family? Therefore, everyone should be cautious during this period."

Mrs. Bai's words were spoken slowly and calmly, but they were like a stabilizing force that calmed Bai Junze and Bai Ningzhu down a little, and they were no longer as panicked as they were at the beginning.

"Could it be the group of people who tried to kidnap me earlier? Their strength is indeed not to be underestimated! They are all masters who have at least reached the realm of driving objects."

Young Master Bai Junze recalled the danger he had encountered a few days ago and couldn't help but ponder in his heart. His brows were slightly furrowed, and a hint of worry was revealed in his eyes.

At this moment, Bai Ningzhu, who was standing nearby, spoke softly, "I think it's very likely that it was done by that group of people. After all, they didn't just casually say they had a deep hatred for my father."

Although her words were gentle, they contained concern for the situation.

After hearing the conversation, Old Lady Bai fell into deep thought. After a moment, she slowly raised her head and said, "If that's the case, then we must be more cautious. The theft of the treasure is certainly important, but the more important thing is that we don't let you come to any harm."

After saying that, she sighed softly.

After careful consideration, everyone finally reached a consensus - to strengthen the defense of the palace to resist any possible attack. Thus, an intense and orderly deployment work began.

In the spacious martial arts arena, sunlight cast dappled shadows on the ground. Nangong Wending stood tall and straight on the platform, his gaze piercing as he scanned the nearly one hundred palace guards below.

He looked serious and shouted, "Brothers, the next few days are crucial! From now on, you will be working in pairs on patrol missions. Remember, you must be extremely alert and always be on the lookout for any enemies sneaking into the mansion. Even if a fly flies in, don't let it go! Do you understand?"

The palace guards below the stage responded in unison: "Understood!"

The voices were loud and clear, echoing throughout the entire training ground. They were all in high spirits, rubbing their hands in anticipation.

A few days later, on this night, the sky seemed to be covered with a thick layer of ink, so dark that it was frightening.

Looking up, there is no sight of the bright moonlight casting its silver glow. Even the stars that usually twinkle with faint light are now only a handful, lonely and dotted in the vast night sky.

As the saying goes, a dark and windy night is the time for murder and arson. Such a night seems to indicate that this night will never be peaceful.

Under the cover of night, Wu Ming's team successfully merged with another. Ten of them, lanterns in hand, cautiously began their patrol.

The dim light emitted by these lanterns became the only source of light in this dark world, barely illuminating their way forward.

The area they are responsible for patrolling happens to be close to the wall. This is the most important area and can easily become a breakthrough point for the enemy to take advantage of. Therefore, they must be doubly cautious and not miss any movement.

"Everyone, be extremely alert! We must not be careless. We must not let even the slightest abnormality slip by. Just hold on a little longer. In a few hours, it will be dawn."

Wu Ming concentrated his energy, unleashing his spiritual sense, which quickly scanned the area around him for several hundred feet like a radar. After a careful investigation, he found nothing unusual. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to his companions behind him, admonishing them.

Although the spiritual awareness of a cultivator who has reached the realm of driving objects can already cover a distance of hundreds of feet, maintaining this state for a long time is a huge drain on anyone and is simply unbearable.

So normally, they would only scan with their spiritual sense once every hour or so.

"Captain Wu Qi is absolutely right. You all need to cheer up!"

At this moment, the captain of another team also shouted loudly to his guards. His expression was serious, and his eyes swept across each face sharply.

"Yes, sir!" The guards responded in unison, their voices uniform and loud.

However, they were completely unaware that five mysterious figures in black night clothes had already been quietly ambushed just beyond the high wall. These men in black were like ghosts lurking in the darkness, quietly waiting for the perfect opportunity to sneak into the mansion.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally, when Wu Ming and his group walked away, one of the men in black said through his spiritual consciousness: "This elixir is really effective. The spiritual consciousness of the palace guard just now was unable to detect our presence." His excitement was hard to hide in his words.

Then, another man in black echoed, "Of course. This pill has been successfully used in the military camp before. Otherwise, how could it have harmed Bai Junjie, the formidable figure commanding a hundred thousand troops?"

When mentioning this famous figure, his tone unconsciously carried a hint of hatred, and it was obvious that he had a deep hatred for Bai Junjie. These people were the ones who had previously intended to kidnap Bai Junze, the eldest son of the Bai family.