Mythical Cultivation

When the shopkeeper heard Wu Ming's words and took a closer look at the jade token, his voice suddenly trembled: "So you are a disciple of the Qingyun Sect. No wonder you are not afraid of the cultivators of the Xuesha Sect."

The shopkeeper apologized to Wu Ming repeatedly:

"I hope you will forgive me! I didn't mean to conceal the whereabouts of the Blood Demon Sect cultivator. I just wanted to think about my family..."

Seeing this, Wu Ming quickly waved his hand, interrupting the shopkeeper's words, indicating that he did not really mean to blame him.

Although Wu Ming still had some doubts about the other party deep in his heart, he did not show it.

Instead, he pretended to be convinced on the surface, wanting to see what the other party's intentions were.

"Then, shopkeeper, can you now tell me the whereabouts of the Blood Demon Sect cultivator?"

Wu Ming continued to ask, his tone seeming to reveal a hint of urgency.

Seeing this, the old man hesitated for a moment, as if thinking about how to answer.

However, after a brief silence, he finally spoke: "Since fellow Daoist is a cultivator from the Qingyun Sect, then there is naturally no need for this old man to hide anything.

Just two days ago, several tragic incidents occurred in our town where young adults died from blood-sucking. This incident caused a huge uproar in the town, and the residents were in a state of panic.

Having said that, the old man paused for a moment, as if trying to calm himself down, and then continued:

“And just yesterday, a strange cultivator came to my shop and bought a batch of healing pills.

Not only that, he also asked me if I had any medicine that could heal his injuries."

The old man recalled yesterday's scene and said slowly, "However, I noticed at that time that the monk had a faint bloody smell coming out of his body. Moreover, this smell was not a single one, but seemed to be a mixture of many different bloody smells.

Considering what has happened in the town recently, I have become suspicious and feel that this person is most likely a cultivator from the Blood Demon Sect."

"Did someone who looked like a cultivator from the Blood Demon Sect come to the store yesterday?"

There was a hint of urgency in Wu Ming's voice. He stared at the shopkeeper, as if trying to find some clues from his face.

The shopkeeper recalled yesterday's scene and nodded, "Indeed, there is such a person. He is dressed very much like a cultivator from the Blood Demon Sect."

Wu Ming frowned and asked, "Boss, do you know where that person lives?"

The shopkeeper smiled bitterly and shook his head. "My friend, I'm just a shopkeeper. How can I know where he lives? However, in my opinion, he should still be in Qinghe Town."

Wu Ming stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Well, what the shopkeeper said makes sense. In that case, I will stay in this town to find out more about the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect."

The shopkeeper quickly responded, "Okay, fellow Daoist, feel free to stay here. If there's any news about the Blood Demon Sect disciple, I'll be sure to let you know immediately."

Wu Ming glanced at the shopkeeper thoughtfully. "Then I'll have to trouble you. By the way, are there any good inns in this town that you can recommend?"

The shopkeeper thought for a moment and said, "Yue Lai Ju is a nice place. It's clean and tidy, and the price is reasonable."

Wu Ming nodded with satisfaction. "Thank you, boss. I'll stay at Yuelai Residence now."

After settling down in Yuelai, the largest inn in town, Wu Ming did not wait leisurely for news from the owner, but immediately began to inquire about the news everywhere.

He did not miss any possible clues or any suspicious persons, hoping to discover some new circumstances.

The shopkeeper's words sounded a little evasive, so Wu Ming did not completely believe him.

Regardless of whether the other party was telling the truth or lying, he remained highly vigilant and prepared to deal with various situations, especially ready to fight.

It was late at night and the whole town was shrouded in tranquility.

The residents had already fallen asleep, enjoying the peace of the night.

However, on this seemingly peaceful night, two dark figures were moving around the town.

After a while, the two figures went their separate ways in the town.

One of the figures ran straight out of the town like a ghost.

The other figure seemed more cautious. He carefully came to the roof of Yuelaiju and quietly observed the movements around him.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the time of a stick of incense was gone in a flash.

Seeing that the time had come, the man in black entered the guest room of Yuelai Ju without hesitation.

His movements were quick and smooth, without making any sound, as if he was very familiar with the environment here.

After entering the guest room, the man in black casually kidnapped a guest, and then seemed to make a slight noise inadvertently, but the noise was very small. The man in black held his breath and stood there vigilantly to see if he had alarmed anyone else.

After a few breaths, with no further movement, he quietly fled out of town, carrying the unconscious resident like a ghost.

However, at this moment, that extremely subtle sound exploded in Wu Ming's ears like thunder.

He was startled and woke up from his meditation instantly.

Wu Ming frowned slightly. How could there be abnormal noises in the middle of the night?

He changed his mind and released his spiritual consciousness without hesitation.

In an instant, the spiritual consciousness was like an invisible net, quickly covering the surroundings.

At this moment, Wu Ming's spiritual consciousness suddenly captured an unusual figure.

He looked closely and saw a man in black passing by Yuelaiju like a ghost, speeding in the darkness, with a young man who was in a coma tucked under his arm.

"What a coincidence? I just settled down in town today and I ran into the target of the mission?" Wu Ming was secretly surprised.

Although he had some doubts in his mind whether this was just a coincidence, he decided to follow and find out.

Without any hesitation, Wu Ming moved and followed the man in black quietly and silently like a ghost.

He always kept a distance of about a hundred meters from the man in black, so as not to be discovered by the other party and to ensure that the target was always within the range of his spiritual monitoring.

In this way, Wu Ming followed the man in black all the way out of the town and into the wilderness.

However, just as he was concentrating on tracking, suddenly, he lost sight of the man in black from his spiritual consciousness.

"Huh? What's going on?" Wu Ming's heart tightened. "The target has been under my spiritual monitoring the entire time, how could it suddenly disappear?" He frowned, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

Wu Ming's heart tightened, he smelled the scent of conspiracy.

He remained calm, pretending nothing had happened, and continued to follow the target as if nothing had happened.