Mythical Cultivation

After careful consideration, Wu Ming finally decided to trust Wang Zongyuan's character and personality.

He took a deep breath, then said to Wang Zongyuan with a smile, "Brother Wang, you've helped me so much, and I really can't repay you enough! So, I've specially prepared a small gift for you. I hope you won't despise it, nor refuse it."

Wu Ming's tone was very sincere, making people feel that he really wanted to thank Wang Zongyuan from the bottom of his heart.

After hearing Wu Ming's words, Wang Zongyuan didn't care too much. He just thought that this might really be just as Wu Ming said, a trivial little gift.

So, he smiled and replied, "Since you are so sincere, I feel embarrassed to refuse again and again."

Wang Zongyuan's answer seemed very casual, and he didn't seem to take the matter to heart.

When Wu Ming saw that Wang Zongyuan did not refuse, he felt relieved.

He quickly took out a crystal clear jade bottle from his storage bag and handed it to Wang Zongyuan carefully.

This jade bottle looks very plain, without any pattern on it, and looks ordinary.

After Wang Zongyuan took the jade bottle, he opened it. He wanted to see what Wu Ming had given him.

However, the moment he opened the bottle cap, a stream of extremely pure energy gushed out like a clear spring and rushed straight towards his face.

This vital energy was rich and pure, making him feel refreshed.

Wang Zongyuan's knowledge is extremely broad, and the treasures he has seen are as numerous as stars and countless.

However, when his eyes fell on the object in the bottle, he was instantly attracted to it as if struck by lightning.

He stared intently at the liquid in the bottle, as if he could see through the bottle the endless mysteries and powerful power contained in it.

With just one glance, he keenly sensed the extraordinary nature of the contents of the bottle.

So, he acted without hesitation and sealed the jade bottle in a lightning speed, preventing the escaped vital energy from leaking out.

"Is this... Thousand-Year Spiritual Milk?"

Wang Zongyuan's voice trembled slightly, as if he couldn't believe his own judgment.

"Junior brother, are you sure you didn't take the wrong thing? Is this really what you want to give me? This is thousand-year-old spiritual milk! Such a rare treasure, where on earth did you get it from?"

Wang Zongyuan looked at Wu Ming in shock, the disbelief in his eyes becoming more and more intense.

Seeing this, Wu Ming raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile.

He naturally knew that the bottle contained the thousand-year-old spiritual milk, and he also knew how precious it was.

"Brother, I certainly wouldn't be mistaken. This is indeed the Millennium Spiritual Milk, a gift I specially prepared for you.

"Brother, you have helped me many times. Now that I have such a good thing, I will never forget your kindness," Wu Ming said frankly.

He paused, then continued jokingly, "However, Junior Brother, this is the first time I've seen you look so shocked! I thought you could remain calm no matter what happened!"

"Junior brother, I don't need to introduce this thousand-year-old spiritual milk to you, right? It's something you can only encounter once in a while. Junior brother, are you sure you want to give it to me?"

Wang Zongyuan widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief. He never thought that Wu Ming would give him such precious thousand-year-old spiritual milk.

Seeing this, Wu Ming smiled slightly, patted Wang Zongyuan on the shoulder, and said, "Brother, when did you become so fussy? Of course I must give it to you!"

His tone was firm, without any hesitation.

Wang Zongyuan looked at Wu Ming and felt touched, but he still felt a little guilty and said:

"Junior brother, I don't need to explain the friendship between our two families. I'm not helping you in exchange for your help. That would ruin our friendship."

Wu Ming quickly waved his hands and said, "Brother, what are you talking about! I'm giving you the Millennium Spirit Milk not to repay you, but because we're brothers. This is a small token of my appreciation. Don't refuse it, just accept it!"

Seeing Wu Ming's insistence, Wang Zongyuan could no longer refuse. He nodded and said, "Since you've said so, I'll accept your kindness.

"But, Junior Brother, I have to remind you: don't take out treasures like this casually. It's just me, but others might not be able to resist such temptation, and it might even lead to fatal disaster."

Wu Ming knew that what Wang Zongyuan said was true. He said gratefully, "Thank you for reminding me, Senior Brother. I will remember this. Apart from you, I have never told anyone about this."

"Junior brother, in order to avoid any more trouble, I would like to take the liberty of borrowing your secret room to practice here. I think you wouldn't mind, Junior brother?"

Wang Zongyuan said this with a smile on his face and a sincere tone.

Seeing this, Wu Ming quickly shook his head and said, "Brother, what are you talking about? It is my honor that you can come to my secret room to practice. Feel free to use it."

After saying that, Wu Ming turned around and left the secret room, closing the door and leaving the space to Wang Zongyuan.

Time flies, and half a day is gone in a flash.

The door of the secret room slowly opened, and Wang Zongyuan walked out.

His complexion was rosy and his aura was steady, and it was obvious that he had gained a lot from this training.

"Junior brother, I really have to thank you this time. If you hadn't lent me this secret room, I'm afraid I wouldn't have made such great progress."

As soon as Wang Zongyuan saw Wu Ming, he immediately bowed and said, "Junior brother, I owe you a big favor this time. If you need any help in the future, just let me know and I will do my best to help you."

Upon hearing this, Wu Ming quickly waved his hand and said, "Brother, you're too kind. Haven't you helped me enough? If I really owe you a favor, it should be me."

"Haha, I'm being pretentious. There's no need to be so polite between us brothers."

Wang Zongyuan laughed and said, his voice revealing a cheerful and open-minded tone.

Wu Ming looked at Wang Zongyuan, a smile appeared on his face, and he responded: "Senior brother is right, it is my fault."

The two smiled at each other, as if all the previous awkwardness had disappeared in this smile.

Time flies, and one day later, Wang Zongyuan passed away.

Wu Ming's life returned to its previous calm, like a pool of still water, without any ripples.

However, this calm did not last long.

Half a month later, monks from several major forces arrived and broke the tranquility.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, I heard that the envoy you sent to Qingyun Sect has arrived. Why don't you introduce him to us?"

Huang Wenyan spoke first. He had the closest relationship with Wu Ming, so he spoke more casually, with a hint of sarcasm.