Mythical Cultivation

He said slowly, "Blood Demon Sect monks have always been like this. They don't care about the lives of ordinary people. To them, life is like grass, which can be trampled on at will.

"This time, Junior Brother, you were able to annihilate more than ten cultivators from the Blood Demon Sect, which is already a great victory. You know, in these decades, no fellow disciple has achieved such a record as Junior Brother."

After hearing what Wang Zongyuan said, Wu Ming's anger subsided a little, but he still felt a little unsatisfied.

He frowned and said, "But what about the elders of the Blood Demon Sect? We haven't caught them all yet, and they will continue to do evil."

Wang Zongyuan shook his head helplessly and said, "Junior brother, the elders of the Blood Demon Sect are not so easy to destroy. They are powerful and experienced, and it is not easy to defeat them.

Junior brother, you are very lucky to have escaped unscathed this time. So, Junior brother, don't dwell on that escaped Blood Demon Sect elder. You have done a good job. By the way, Junior brother, were you injured in this operation?"

Hearing Wang Zongyuan's caring words, Wu Ming felt warm in his heart. He quickly replied, "Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother Wu. I'm fine. I just suffered some minor injuries. It's nothing serious."

"Junior Brother Wu, you must not let your guard down. You must think of Uncle Wu! If anything happens to you, Uncle Wu will be so heartbroken!"

Wang Zongyuan looked at Wu Ming seriously and saw that he didn't seem to take his words seriously.

He couldn't help feeling anxious, so he quickly brought out Wu Ming's grandfather Wu Tianlong, hoping to get his attention.

As he spoke, he took out a letter and handed it to Wu Mingdao: "This is the letter Uncle Wu asked me to bring to you. Take a look first!"

"Oh? And a letter from my grandfather?"

Wu Ming came to his senses after hearing this, and his attention was immediately attracted by the letter in Wang Zongyuan's hand.

Seeing that Wu Ming had finally taken the matter seriously, Wang Zongyuan quickly handed the letter to him and said, "Yes, Uncle Wu was worried about you. He knew I was coming to see you, so he asked me to bring it to you."

Wu Ming took the letter and opened it impatiently. He saw that the handwriting in the letter was vigorous and powerful, obviously written by his grandfather.

There wasn't much in the letter, but every word was filled with his grandfather's care and concern for him.

The more Wu Ming looked at it, the more uncomfortable he felt. His grandfather had come to Qingyun Market just to accompany him.

But Grandpa's peaceful days didn't last long, as he left the sect. He was gone for twenty years, leaving Grandpa alone there.

Thinking of this, Wu Ming couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of his grandfather's care.

Especially after seeing his grandfather's instructions in the letter, Wu Ming felt extremely ashamed and felt that he had failed to live up to his grandfather's expectations.

Ever since he left the sect and came to Baiye County, he was indeed not as cautious as before, and was often impulsive and reckless.

Wu Ming silently put away the letter and secretly made up his mind that he must think twice and be more careful in the future so as not to let his grandfather worry about him anymore.

What Wu Ming didn't know was that one of the reasons for this was that after seeing the strength of the monks in Baiye County, Wu Ming had a clearer understanding of his own strength, which led to an over-inflated self-confidence.

He began to look down on these second- and third-rate cultivators of the same realm, thinking that their strength was too low.

On the other hand, it was a problem caused by the fact that after he took the Millennium Spiritual Milk, his strength suddenly increased significantly, but his state of mind failed to improve at the same time.

However, before this, Wu Ming had been immersed in the growth of his own strength and did not notice this abnormality.

But after the previous battle with the elder of the Blood Demon Sect, he began to notice something unusual, but he didn't think about it in that direction.

Now, under the dual influence of Senior Brother Wang Zongyuan's reminder and his grandfather's letter, Wu Ming finally came to his senses. He realized that his strength was increasing too quickly and his state of mind could not keep up.

Originally, he thought that after several years of dedicated training in the sect, coupled with his own training in Baiye County for more than a year, he had completely eliminated the hidden dangers brought about by the sudden increase in strength.

But it turned out that although other hidden dangers had been eliminated, his state of mind still failed to improve effectively.

This is also why his personality has not been as low-key and cautious as before in recent times.

Otherwise, with Wu Ming's cultivation level at the middle stage of foundation building, he would never have thought that the strength of an elder of the Blood Evil Sect at the peak stage of foundation building was just so-so.

"Brother Wang, thank you for your reminder. I would like to express my gratitude here."

Wu Ming, who understood what was going on, said this sincerely, then bowed deeply to Wang Zongyuan.

He was truly grateful for this gift. If Wang Zongyuan had not appeared and reminded him in time, it would probably have taken him a long time to fully realize his mistake.

Maybe before he wakes up, he will encounter an enemy that he cannot deal with, and then he will be in trouble.

Seeing this, Wang Zongyuan quickly waved his hand and said, "Junior brother, there's no need to be so polite. Just remember that there are people who care about you. Think more about everything and don't take risks."

Although his words were simple, they revealed his concern and expectations for Wu Ming.

Wu Ming nodded repeatedly, indicating that he had kept it in mind.

Seeing that Wu Ming had taken his words to heart, Wang Zongyuan straightened his expression and turned the topic to the official topic, saying, "Junior brother, this time I came here not only to bring you a letter, but most importantly, I brought you the reward for your efforts in annihilating the Blood Demon Sect cultivators."

As Wang Zongyuan spoke, he took out a storage ring from his arms and handed it to Wu Ming.

Wu Ming looked at the storage ring in his hand and couldn't help feeling confused.

According to common sense, these rewards should be handed over to the cultivators of several major forces personally by Senior Brother Wang, the inspector. Why would they be given to him?

As one of the recipients of these rewards, could he still issue and receive the rewards himself? Wasn't the sect afraid that he would embezzle these rewards?

With these questions in mind, Wu Ming asked, "Brother, why are you giving me these rewards? Are you asking me to distribute them? Aren't you going to hand them over yourself?"

There was a hint of confusion in his tone.

"Junior Brother, this is something you don't know. Generally speaking, these rewards are naturally distributed by us, the Inspectors, personally, but it's not mandatory. The sect doesn't have a hard and fast rule that they must be distributed by us, so sometimes we hand them over to the local garrison.

After all, we inspectors have our own responsibilities and need to patrol the four directions. We can't stay in one place for too long. And some monks can't come for a while. We can't wait for them, and we can't delay our time just to give out such a small reward! "

Seeing that Wu Ming still had some doubts, Wang Zongyuan explained the reason.