Mythical Cultivation

Time flies like an arrow; a night passes in the blink of an eye.

Wu Ming slowly opened his eyes, feeling a refreshing sensation all over his body, as if every pore on his body was cheering and jumping for joy.

He felt the changes in his body. The oppressive feeling that had been lingering in his heart had disappeared without a trace. Even his cultivation level, which had not improved for a long time, seemed to have made a slight progress.

Since he couldn't leave the sect, Wu Ming thought he might as well visit some acquaintances within the sect.

He secretly pondered to himself that since leaving the sect a few years ago, he had had little interaction with the other members. Now was the perfect opportunity to catch up with everyone.

Having made up his mind, Wu Ming stepped onto his flying sword without hesitation and sped away like a meteor, heading straight for a cave.

This cave dwelling was the residence of his elder, Steward Wang Cheng, and Wu Ming was very familiar with it.

However, when he arrived at the cave and excitedly sent a message inside, he found the cave tightly closed and there was no response.

Wu Ming couldn't help but wonder, "Could it be that Grandpa Wang went out?"

He stood in front of the cave and waited quietly for a while, but received no response.

Normally, Grandpa Wang would be cultivating in his cave. Even if he went out for something, he would still be able to receive messages. Why is there no response today? Could it be that he left the sect?

As time ticked by without any response, Wu Ming decided to stop waiting.

He sighed softly, turned around, and stepped onto his flying sword again, flying like a bird towards another cave.

After he sent the message, he received a response in just a few breaths.

Suddenly, the array in the cave emitted a slight buzzing sound and then slowly opened.

A figure flashed out from the formation. This person was tall and slender, with an elegant demeanor. His green robe fluttered in the wind, making him look exceptionally dashing.

He was handsome, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a faint smile on his lips; he was Wang Zongyuan.

"Junior Brother Wu, why did you suddenly come back?"

When Wang Zongyuan saw Wu Ming, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

However, before he could finish speaking, he suddenly seemed to remember something, slapped his forehead, and exclaimed in realization:

"Oh, right, it's that time of year again for sect recruitment. You must be back to escort the new disciples back to the mountain, right?"

Wu Ming smiled and nodded, replying, "Senior brother is absolutely right. I am indeed escorting the newcomer back to the mountain."

Wang Zongyuan laughed heartily, warmly took Wu Ming's hand, and said, "Come, come, let's go into the cave and talk."

After saying that, he led Wu Ming into the cave.

After entering the cave, Wang Zongyuan invited Wu Ming to sit on a stone bench and then personally poured him a cup of hot tea.

The tea has a wonderfully fragrant aroma and is steaming hot, which is invigorating.

"Junior brother, how about trying this Jade Mountain tea?"

Wang Zongyuan said to Wu Ming with a big smile, "I finally got this from the old man. I heard it's an extremely rare and precious item!"

Looking at the cup of clear, bright green tea in front of him, Wu Ming couldn't help but feel tempted and quickly said:

"Then I'll have to give it a good try."

After saying that, he picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

As the tea entered his throat, Wu Ming felt a strange substance seeping into his body like a gentle stream, as if a long-awaited rain had come after a drought, nourishing every cell in his body.

This force not only made his body feel comfortable, but also invigorated his spirit.

It was as if the first ray of sunlight in the morning pierced through the clouds, dispelling the gloom in my heart.

Wu Ming was surprised. What kind of tea was this that had such a miraculous effect?

It turns out that this tea can nourish a cultivator's spiritual consciousness.

Realizing this, Wu Ming no longer stood on ceremony, picked up his teacup, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

The tea was slightly bitter at first, then sweet, like a clear spring flowing through his body.

Wherever it went, spiritual consciousness seemed to be nourished and made more active.

Although the effect of this cup of tea was limited, it was undoubtedly a timely help for Wu Ming's nearly exhausted spiritual consciousness, allowing his spiritual consciousness to recover slightly.

Just then, Wang Zongyuan, who had been sitting upright to the side, suddenly spoke up: "Eh, Junior Brother, are you injured?"

Although his voice was calm, Wu Ming could feel his piercing gaze, as if he had already seen through his situation.

Wu Ming's heart tightened, and he realized he was in trouble. He had been so focused on experiencing the effects of the spiritual tea that he had completely overlooked Wang Zongyuan's presence.

He originally intended to keep this matter a secret from Wang Zongyuan, since his grandfather would find out about his injury if his senior brother Wang Zongyuan found out.

But he never expected that a cup of spiritual tea would expose his injury.

He quickly composed himself and explained, "I hope you won't take offense, senior brother. I didn't mean to hide it; I just didn't want my grandfather to worry."

Wang Zongyuan frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with Wu Ming's explanation. He said in a deep voice, "Junior brother, I'm not trying to criticize you, but what kind of relationship do we have? Why are you keeping this from me?"

I understand your filial piety. As long as you explain it to me, I naturally won't tell Uncle Wu. I'm not a gossip.

His tone carried a hint of reproach, clearly indicating his displeasure at Wu Ming's concealment.

However, he only complained once, then immediately showed concern and asked:

"When exactly were you injured? I clearly remember that you were perfectly fine when I last went to Baiye County."

Could it be that cultivators from the Blood Fiend Sect have come seeking revenge?

Hearing his senior brother Wang's question, Wu Ming felt a surge of warmth in his heart, knowing that his senior brother cared about him.

"It was indeed the work of cultivators from the Blood Fiend Sect, but they don't seem to be here for revenge. I was attacked while escorting the newcomers."

Wu Ming quickly explained.

"What? You were ambushed while escorting the newcomers? I remember that the escort mission wasn't your responsibility alone!"

Logically speaking, the disciples sent by the sect are all quite strong, and with you joining forces, they shouldn't have been defeated so easily.

Could it be that the other side has a large number of people? Are you outnumbered?

Upon hearing this, Wang Zongyuan frowned slightly and asked with a look of suspicion.

"You've guessed wrong, senior brother. There aren't many people on the other side, just one person."

Wu Ming sighed softly and said with a wry smile.

Upon hearing this, Wang Zongyuan's face showed an expression of disbelief. His eyes widened, and he pressed for an answer:

"Just one person? How is that possible?"

Wu Ming nodded and confirmed, "That's right, it's the same person."

However, this person is no ordinary individual; he is the elder who escaped last time when his junior brother and the forces of Baiye County joined forces to wipe out the Blood Fiend Sect cultivators.