Mythical Cultivation

"Junior brother, have you made all the arrangements?" Tang Shaolong opened his eyes and looked at Wu Ming with sharp eyes.

"Brother, don't worry, everything has been arranged!"

Wu Ming smiled slightly, sat down and said.

"The journey is long and will probably take six or seven days. We should stagger the control of the spirit boat to avoid being too tired. How about each of us taking two days? What do you think, Junior Brother?"

Tang Shaolong asked.

"Junior brother, if you think there is no problem, then follow the plan you suggested."

Wu Ming said with a smile that he had no doubts about the plan proposed by Tang Shaolong.

Tang Shaolong nodded. Although his voice was calm, a subtle excitement could be detected in it if one listened carefully. "I just hope I can reach the sect safely. I can't wait!"

What Tang Shaolong was thinking about was not just returning to the sect.

The reason why he hoped to arrive at the sect smoothly was because after returning to the sect, he could safely break through his current realm and reach the late stage of foundation building.

He has been working hard for this goal for a long time and has waited for too long.

However, Wu Ming did not know what Tang Shaolong was really thinking. He just thought that Tang Shaolong was as eager to return to the sect as he was to see his relatives and friends.

After all, there are people and things they are familiar with in the sect.

Wu Ming couldn't calm down when he thought about his upcoming reunion with his grandfather.

"This time it will definitely go smoothly!" Wu Ming's tone was extremely firm, as if this was an inevitable result.

Tang Shaolong smiled slightly and responded, "Okay, Junior Brother, go back to the cabin first and get some rest. I'll be waiting for you to come and change with me in two days!"

After saying this, he closed his eyes and concentrated all his energy on controlling the spirit boat.

Seeing this, Wu Ming also stood up and returned to his room.

He knew that the journey ahead was still long and he needed to stay in good condition to deal with various situations that might arise.

However, they were completely unaware that just a few days ago, something happened in a palace thousands of miles away.

The palace looked a bit eerie. Torches that never went out were hung high on the walls, burning brightly and bringing a faint light to the palace.

At the top of the palace, sat an old man in purple.

His face looked quite kind, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was full of kindness towards everything in the world.

However, this smile makes people feel a little chilling.

On both sides of the old man, there were five chairs, and there was a person sitting on each chair.

The five people were of different ages and dressed differently, but they all sat there quietly, like sculptures.

If Wu Ming could be here at this moment, he would certainly be surprised to find that among these five people, there was actually one person he was familiar with!

"Everyone, time flies. In the blink of an eye, it's almost time for Qingyun Sect to recruit new members. I wonder if you are all fully prepared?"

The old man in purple smiled and slowly glanced at the five people in the field, and asked softly.

However, when the five people saw the smile on the purple-robed old man's face and heard the words he said, they all trembled at the same time, as if they were shrouded in an invisible fear.

However, just when everyone was feeling uneasy, the old man's tone suddenly changed.

The originally gentle words suddenly became cold, like the cold wind in winter, making people shudder.

"Whether we can deal a heavy blow to the Qingyun Sect this time and inject fresh blood into our Xuesha Sect depends on your performance."

The old man's eyes were as sharp as torches as he scanned the entire audience. Everyone felt an invisible pressure looming over them.

When his eyes fell on the five people on the field, his brows frowned slightly, as if he was not satisfied with their performance.

Hearing the change in the purple-robed old man's tone, the five people in the field felt relieved, and their originally hanging hearts fell.

As elders of the Blood Evil Sect, they were very familiar with the purple-robed old man who led them, who was one of the four great masters of the Blood Evil Sect.

They knew very well that whenever this venerable smiled, that was when he was most unhappy.

In this situation, no one dared to touch his bad luck, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable, and he would probably fall into a miserable situation where he could neither live nor die.

On the contrary, when the Venerable's tone became cold, it actually meant that he was in a good mood at the moment, at least he was not angry.

At this time, communicating with him will be smoother.

Therefore, when they heard the Venerable's tone turn cold, they were not afraid. Instead, they felt a little relieved, thinking that this was an opportunity to communicate well with the Venerable.

"Your Excellency, I have arranged all the plans perfectly. There will be absolutely no mistakes. Just wait for good news!"

One of them was a tall and thin middle-aged man with a hint of unconcealable lust in his eyes who suddenly stood up with his head lowered, as if he was full of awe for the old man in purple before him.

After hearing what the tall and thin middle-aged man said, the other four people stood up at the same time. They said in unison that they were fully prepared.

Each of these five people exuded an air of confidence, as if this operation was a piece of cake for them.

The purple-robed old man's frown finally relaxed after hearing the solemn promises from his five elders.

His eyes swept over the five people and finally stopped at the tall and thin middle-aged man. He seemed quite satisfied with his previous statement.

"In that case, I will wait patiently for good news. I hope you will not disappoint me!"

The purple-robed old man's voice was low and powerful. Although his tone was flat, the majesty contained in it made people dare not neglect it in the slightest.

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the old man in purple disappeared in the palace like a ghost, as if he had never appeared.

For more than ten breaths after the Purple-Robed Venerable left, the palace was silent and no one dared to speak easily.

They cautiously glanced at the seat at the top out of the corner of their eyes and found that it was empty.

Only after they were sure that the Purple-Robed Venerable had indeed left did the few people breathe a sigh of relief.

After confirming that the Venerable had really left, these people finally felt relieved. They straightened up and sat back in their seats.

Since the Venerable was no longer present, they no longer hesitated and began to let go, enthusiastically discussing the specific details of how to intercept and kill the Qingyun Sect.