Mythical Cultivation

So he reminded him, "Fellow Daoist Liu, it seems you tend to forget things easily. I wonder if you still remember the earth-shattering event that took place in Peach Blossom Mountain back then? Several outer disciples of the Qingyun Sect were involved in it?"

When Liu Jiaxin heard Wu Ming's words, scenes flashed through his mind like a movie, and his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to more than ten years ago.

At that time, he was in his thirties, full of vigor and ambition.

However, his family sent him to be the shopkeeper of a shop in Taohuashan Market, which was far from what he had expected.

He originally thought that with his own strength and potential, he would have every chance to break through the foundation-building stage and become a core figure in the family.

However, the family's decision was like a bucket of cold water, ruthlessly extinguishing the fire of his hope.

Despite all his reluctance and complaints, Liu Jiaxin also understood that the family's decision was not something that a mere cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining could easily change.

Helpless, he could only accept the reality, come to this shop and start his career as a shopkeeper.

The days passed one by one, and Liu Jiaxin's life was dull and boring.

However, one day, four disciples of Qingyun Sect descended upon this shop like meteors.

When he first saw the four monks, a complex emotion surged in his heart.

Their faces were young and childish, and although they were only twenty-eight years old, they had already reached a level no lower than his.

Liu Jiaxin looked at them. Although he had a smile on his face, he felt frustrated in his heart.

These young cultivators have achieved such success at such a young age, while at my age, I was still struggling to reach the Qi Refining realm.

This contrast made Liu Jiaxin feel deeply powerless and lost.

Looking at the four young Qingyun Sect cultivators in front of him, the words his uncle had said to him kept echoing in his mind.

"Jiaxin, I know you are dissatisfied with the family's decision."

The voice of his uncle echoed in his ears.

"But have you ever thought about this? You are already over thirty years old, but you haven't even reached the late stage of Qi Refining.

The hope of building a foundation in this lifetime is slim, and the family's resources are limited, so they can only be provided to those with superior talents. I hope you can understand and put the overall situation first."

He sighed and recalled the situation at that time. Although his uncle's words were harsh, they were not without reason.

My own path of cultivation has indeed been bumpy. I have been stagnant for so many years and cannot even reach the late stage of Qi Refining. Compared with those talented tribesmen, I am indeed far behind.

In the end, he listened to his uncle's advice, came to a shop in this market town, and became an ordinary shopkeeper.

Although he still felt unwilling, he also understood that this might be his best choice at the moment.

However, on that day, he saw four cultivators from the Qingyun Sect.

They were dressed in white Taoist robes, and were graceful and elegant, forming a sharp contrast with the people around them.

He watched them from afar and couldn't help feeling envious.

As cultivators in the same field, their realms were almost the same as his, but they were much younger than him.

He suddenly realized that the gap between people was so huge.

He couldn't help but think of his previous arrogance. He thought that his cultivation speed was very fast, but he didn't expect that in front of a true genius, he was just a frog in a well and overestimated himself.

However, the series of events that happened next were far beyond his imagination and even made him extremely frightened.

These young Qi-refining monks, so ignorant of their own limitations, confronted the dreaded demonic monks head-on, and even managed to escape from the hands of the monks in the Foundation Establishment stage!

As soon as this incident was reported, it immediately caused an uproar, and its influence was beyond imagination.

And he was accidentally involved in this storm and acted as a mouthpiece.

He passed the news on in time, allowing the family to quickly notify Qingyun Sect and take appropriate measures.

Because of this, he was appreciated by his family and received a considerable amount of resources as a reward.

This resource was undoubtedly a timely help to him, allowing him to make rapid progress in strength in just one year. He successfully broke through the sixth level of Qi Refining and reached the seventh level of Qi Refining in one fell swoop.

At this point, he finally managed to catch up with the cultivation progress of the most respected brothers and sisters in the family.

Although there is still a gap, at least it is no longer as out of reach as before.

From then on, his originally restless heart gradually calmed down, and he worked peacefully as the manager of this trading company.

But what is unexpected is that his path of cultivation did not stagnate because of this, but became smoother.

He made rapid progress all the way and has now reached the ninth level of Qi Refining. The Foundation Establishment Realm that was once out of reach for him is no longer so far away.

What he didn't expect was that today he would actually meet an old friend here, and one of them was from the Qingyun Sect!

Yes, after he fell into his memories, he recognized Wu Ming.

Although Wu Ming in front of him had undergone some subtle changes compared to more than ten years ago, he could still clearly recognize the other party's identity.

More than ten years ago, Wu Ming was just a teenager of seventeen or eighteen years old, a little childish, with a handsome face and thin cheeks, giving people a gentle and refined feeling.

His eyes are clear and bright, like a clear spring, revealing humility and restraint.

At that time, he was inconspicuous among the four and was the one most easily overlooked.

However, time flies and time flies.

More than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Wu Ming is no longer the young boy he used to be.

Although his appearance has not changed much, he has become more mature and stable.

His temperament has undergone a drastic change, and he is completely different from the past.

Today, Wu Ming's eyes, which were once clear and bright, are still as bright as before, but that clarity is gone.

Instead, there is a sense of mystery like a deep pool, which is elusive.

His eyes are deep and reserved, as if hiding endless stories and secrets, making people want to find out.

"So it's Fellow Daoist Wu from the Qingyun Sect. I'm sorry for my poor eyesight. I hope Fellow Daoist Wu will forgive me!"

Liu Jiaxin was full of thoughts as he looked at the young man in front of him and said.

"Fellow Daoist Liu, you finally recognized me, otherwise I would have made a fool of myself."

Wu Ming said half-jokingly.

"Friend Wu, please stop joking with me. Come, let's talk upstairs." Liu Jiaxin invited Wu Ming to go upstairs.

The two of them slowly walked up to the second floor, and Liu Jiaxin smiled and asked Wu Ming to sit down.