Mythical Cultivation

Wu Ming also experienced decades of experience in two lifetimes before he finally realized this. He thought that even if his ideas were not completely correct, they were close. In the end, the truth would be revealed by the results. It just so happened that his body's energy had been almost replenished in the past two days, and he could advance to the next level. Returning to the courtyard, Wu Ming practiced the Rock Power for a few cycles. With a pop, the constraints on his body were broken a little more. He was now at the seventh level of the Body Refining Stage. The strongest among the younger generation in Qingshi City was only at this level. Even including the older generation, his strength was considered upper-middle level.

Furthermore, Wu Ming hadn't simply been cultivating these past few days. He had also gone to the second floor of the library to find a book on sword techniques—the Thunder Blade Technique—and selected a high-quality sword from the storage room. This was primarily due to Wu Ming's unaccustomedness to fighting barehanded, stemming from his original world. Even before reaching the Qi Training stage, Wu Ming had wielded a sword, and now, with ease, he was quite adept at it. Over the past few days, Wu Ming had even grasped a hint of sword intent. This wasn't a sign of Wu Ming's exceptional talent, but rather a profound insight, a high level of realm. While his strength was low, his vision was still there, allowing him to grasp these things with a single glance. With the addition of sword intent, while Wu Ming wouldn't claim to be invincible below the Blood Qi Realm, he certainly wouldn't be defeated, and this was his confidence. The realm of artistic conception is generally only attained by those at the Blood Qi Realm, with only a few geniuses able to achieve it at the Body Refining Realm. Given his strength, he shouldn't encounter any problems unless he was mad enough to charge into the enemy's base camp. Wu Ming then quietly left, sword in hand.

After leaving the Lin Mansion, Wu Ming noticed that the streets were not as crowded as they had been on his previous return. Most people were in a hurry. It seemed that the conflict between the three major families had made these ordinary people nervous. If they were affected, they would at least die, and their families might even be destroyed. Wu Ming first went to his family's shop in the city. It was a clothing store. The sign next to the door advertised various discounts, attracting customers. He just wanted to buy a set of tight clothes, and this long robe would be very inconvenient in a fight.

The shopkeeper saw Wu Ming coming and hurried out and said, "Third Young Master, how come you have time to come and take a look?" As he spoke, he welcomed him in. The main reason why the old shopkeeper asked this question was that Lin Feng rarely came to this kind of shop before, and even if he did, it was to the shop selling elixirs.

"I've been bored at home these days, so I'm planning to buy some cool clothes. I'm coming over to see if there are any ignorant people trying to cause trouble." Wu Ming knew about the fights among the three major families during this period, so he said this.

"Third Young Master, you have worked hard. There were indeed people causing trouble, but they were all driven away by the family's law enforcement disciples. Take a look and see which one is suitable. I will pack it for you." said the shopkeeper.

"You go ahead and do your work, I'll take a look myself." After hearing what Wu Ming said, he left. The business in the store was indeed good, and various discounts attracted many customers.

As Wu Ming was selecting clothes, he noticed the shopkeeper, who had just left, seemed to be in trouble. He walked over to the side of the crowd and saw the shopkeeper arguing with a young man. "Sir, please be reasonable. Although you bought this dress here, you've been gone for hours. You're now claiming the quality of the clothes is faulty and demanding a refund. That's unreasonable."

"I don't care. I bought this dress from your store. Now that it has quality issues, I don't want it anymore. Just tell me whether I should return it or not. Everyone, give me your opinion on whether I should return it or not," said a young man, no more than twenty years old, and even asked a group of onlookers to judge. The audience was full of people who were watching the show, and the people around them also joined in the booing, some even saying that this store was a scam.

No matter what the shopkeeper said, the young man insisted that the product was of poor quality. He was determined to ruin the shop's reputation. The family's law enforcement team couldn't get there anytime soon, and the shopkeeper begged him desperately, but the young man wouldn't budge.

Wu Ming looked at the young man and felt he looked familiar, but he couldn't place him for a moment. After a while, he remembered that he had met him once before, when Lin Feng was hanging out with the young masters of the Bai and Xiao families. He was a servant of the fourth young master of the Xiao family, but he hadn't seen him since. This was definitely not an ordinary conflict between a customer and a store; he must have deliberately come to the Lin family's store to blackmail them.

So Wu Ming stepped forward and said, "When did the disciples of the Xiao family also come to my Lin family's shop to patronize it? Doesn't this mean that the things in my Lin family's shop are good, which is why it attracts competitors to come to the shop to buy things." After hearing Wu Ming's words, the onlookers all dispersed and no longer dared to get involved. If a competitor came to buy things and something went wrong, even a fool would know that there was something fishy. What's more, it involves the three major families. It is not something that ordinary people like them can watch. It would be bad if they were affected.

The young man's smug expression faltered. He'd figured the Lin family's law enforcement team had been held up, and since he rarely appeared at the Xiao family's, no one would recognize him. He'd assumed the situation was over, but he'd been unexpectedly recognized. "Who are you? You can eat whatever you want, but don't say whatever you want. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

"Hey, how are you going to be rude? Tell me," Wu Ming said, teasing as he stepped forward. The young man saw the person who had spoken come out and was about to say something harsh, but the moment he saw Wu Ming, he suddenly became speechless. A look of shock filled his face, and he just slipped away. Wu Ming saw his expression and instantly guessed what he was thinking. How could a dead person appear in front of him? He must have been frightened. Wu Ming followed the young man calmly.

"It's a good thing that the Third Young Master is here, otherwise I don't know what to do about today's matter. Have you picked out your clothes, Third Young Master? Why are you leaving so soon?" The shopkeeper asked hurriedly when he saw Wu Ming was about to leave after he had resolved the matter.

"I'll go see who this guy is first, and then come back to look at the clothes." Wu Ming waved his hand and chased after him.

"Oh, young master, be careful. Let's wait for the law enforcement team to arrive before we deal with it..." Before the shopkeeper could finish his words, Wu Ming had disappeared. This made the shopkeeper anxious. He quickly asked the waiter to find the law enforcement team to explain the situation and urged them to come quickly.

The young man walked out of the shop, his pace accelerating, but Wu Ming remained steady, about twenty meters behind him. Realizing he was being followed, the young man didn't dare return home, so he zigzagged left and right, ending up in a deserted alley. He thought to himself: My strength is comparable to Lin Feng's, but I fought my way out of a crowd of hundreds. Unlike a playboy like Lin Feng, he's no match for me in a real fight. Why should I run? I'm just luring him out of the way and finishing him off. It doesn't matter whether he's human or ghost; from today on, he's a ghost. I'm helping the family solve this problem today, and the family will surely reward me handsomely.

The young man was still dreaming about his wonderful future when Wu Ming interrupted him. "Tell me, you recognized me, right? Tell me everything, and I'll let you go."

"What are you talking about? Your store is a black shop that sells clothes of questionable quality. Why do you want to kill me to silence me? But I am not someone who can be bullied." The young man also pretended to be confused to Wu Ming and only talked about what happened in the store.

He took the initiative, drawing his sword and charging at Wu Ming. He instantly appeared before Wu Ming with the acceleration of his Wind Chasing Kick, stabbing him in the chest with his sword. Wu Ming remained motionless, and just as the sword was about to reach him, the young man across from him revealed a pleased smile. Wu Ming raised his hand, and with his Prisoner of Heaven Finger, he struck the young man's wrist. The young man's hand went numb, and he nearly dropped his sword. The tip of the sword also pierced his armpit. However, the young man was no pushover, and he endured the pain in his wrist while swinging his free hand to punch Wu Ming's temple. If this had been a real blow, even a god would have been unable to save him. However, Wu Ming retreated, out of the young man's attack range, and even snatched the sword from his hand.

The young man was no fool. Seeing his weapon taken away in two rounds, he knew he was no match for the opponent and quickly retreated, preparing to escape. Seeing the opponent retreat, Wu Ming asked again, "You know who I am, so you're afraid, right? Tell me and I'll let you go."

The young man did not pretend to be confused this time, and said, "Third Young Master of the Lin Family, I can only say that I did not do what you did, and I will not say anything else." As he spoke, he used his wind-chasing kick to speed up, turned around and ran.

"Why bother? Wouldn't it be better to suffer less?" Wu Ming said as he stabbed with his sword, nailing the young man who turned to escape to the wall.