Mythical Cultivation

"With so many contribution points required, I imagine very few people in the sect have ever redeemed them before?"

Wu Ming pondered to himself. He had originally held a sliver of hope for this pupil technique, but now he had no choice but to abandon that idea.

He turned to Tang Shaolong and asked, "Senior brother, this eye technique is so precious, has anyone else in the sect practiced it?"

Tang Shaolong smiled slightly and replied, "Junior brother, you are right about that. As far as I know, there are very few people in the sect who practice this secret technique. One of them is Elder Fang, and the other is a true disciple."

Upon hearing this, Wu Ming felt a surge of admiration.

This eye technique is so rare that anyone who can successfully cultivate it must be someone of exceptional strength and great wealth.

"Junior brother, I was a bit too ambitious. I hope you'll forgive me, senior brother."

Wu Ming smiled nonchalantly, seemingly not taking the matter to heart.

Seeing this, Tang Shaolong quickly waved his hand and said, "Junior brother, you are too kind. Everyone has aspirations and dreams, which is not a bad thing. It's just that this eye technique is indeed too precious and cannot be obtained easily."

Wu Ming nodded in understanding. He then changed the subject, suggesting, "Since we brothers are fortunate to be sitting together today, why don't we have a discussion?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Tang Shaolong's eyes, and he readily replied, "That is my wish, I dare not ask you."

So the two of them started chatting away, one after the other.

They each shared their understanding and insights into the Foundation Establishment realm, exchanging their experiences and insights from the cultivation process.

Time slips away unnoticed, and before you know it, night falls and the city lights come on.

However, Wu Ming and Tang Shaolong were completely unaware of this and remained engrossed in their discussion.

Only at the very end did the two reluctantly conclude their discussion.

Tang Shaolong stood up, smiled, and bid farewell to Wu Ming: "Junior brother, I have benefited greatly from our conversation today. It's getting late, and I should go back now."

Wu Ming also got up to see him off. After saying goodbye to Tang Shaolong, he watched his receding figure and felt a mix of emotions.

After Tang Shaolong left, Wu Ming did not choose to rest. Instead, he sat upright on the futon in the room, closed his eyes, and adjusted his breathing.

His hands hung naturally at his sides, palms facing up, as if he were one with his surroundings.

Time passed second by second, and Wu Ming's breathing gradually stabilized, and his previously somewhat disordered internal energy gradually returned to normal.

When he felt that his own aura had become completely still, he slowly opened his eyes and took out the bottle of Yin Condensation Pill that Elder Fang had rewarded him with during the day.

Wu Ming carefully opened the bottle cap, and a faint fragrance wafted out.

He poured out a Yin Condensation Pill, put it in his mouth, and gently pushed it down his throat with the tip of his tongue, and the pill slid into his stomach.

After the pill entered his stomach, Wu Ming immediately felt a cool medicinal power spreading through his body, like a clear spring flowing through him.

He guided the medicinal power through his body, directing it into his sea of ​​consciousness, slowly repairing his nearly depleted spiritual awareness.

The night passed in the blink of an eye, and when the first ray of sunlight shone through the window onto Wu Ming's face, he slowly opened his eyes.

After a night of rest and healing, his injuries have completely healed. Not only has his physical fatigue disappeared, but he also feels exceptionally refreshed.

Wu Ming stood up, stretched his limbs, and felt the changes in his body. He secretly rejoiced that Tang Shaolong had helped him, otherwise he didn't know when his injuries would heal.

Now that the sect no longer restricts his travel and his injuries have healed, he plans to go to Qingyun Market today to see his grandfather.

After packing his belongings, Wu Ming left the cave.

Stepping onto the flying sword, they sped towards Qingyun Market like a shooting star.

Before long, Wu Ming arrived at Qingyun Market.

He sheathed his flying sword and walked into Hesheng Hall.

Heshengtang is still the same as before, but there are many more customers coming and going than in previous years, so it seems that business has been good in recent years.

Heshengtang, second floor.

An old man and a young man sat upright inside.

"Grandpa, how have you been lately?"

Wu Ming smiled and looked at Wu Tianlong, asking a question.

"It's the same as always. But how come you came back without a word?"

Wu Tianlong looked at Wu Ming with some confusion. He knew that his grandson had gone to Baiye County, a distant place, to be stationed for twenty years and could not leave easily.

"Isn't this the start of the sect's recruitment? I'll accompany my senior brother to send the newly recruited disciples back to the sect."

"Now that the task is complete, I came here especially to see you."

With a broad smile, Wu Ming took Wu Tianlong's hand and said happily.

Looking at Wu Ming, Wu Tianlong couldn't help but sigh at how quickly time had passed; it seemed as if another ten years had gone by in the blink of an eye.

He remarked with a sigh, "Time flies! The Qingyun Sect's recruitment season is here again. I wonder how many people from our village will be selected this time?"

Wu Ming clearly already knew the answer to this question, and he immediately replied:

"As far as I know, there are seven new people from the village entering the sect this time, three more than our year!"

Seven?

Wu Tianlong was somewhat surprised: "That's quite a lot! It seems the village has developed quite well in recent years."

A relieved smile appeared on his face.

However, Wu Tianlong's thoughts quickly drifted to his old friends.

He muttered to himself, "I wonder how those old guys are doing now, how many of them are still alive?"

His words revealed his concern and longing for his old friends.

“Grandpa, since you miss them so much, why don’t you find a suitable time to go back and visit them? There’s really no need for you to stay here in Hesheng Hall all the time.”

Wu Ming knew his grandfather's thoughts, so he expressed his support without hesitation.

After all, if it weren't for his mission, he would have wanted to go back to Lijia Village to take a look long ago.

That was also the place where he had lived for more than ten years, and there were still many familiar people and things there.

After listening to his grandson's words, Wu Tianlong nodded thoughtfully and said with emotion, "You're right, child. The reason I'm staying here is simply to be closer to you."

But now that you're no longer here, it seems pointless for me to stay any longer.

He suddenly realized that he had been confined to the small world of Heshengtang for a long time, which was indeed somewhat narrow-minded.

Wu Tianlong thought to himself that he should go out and see the world, and perhaps he could gain some unexpected insights and opportunities.

Staying in Heshengtang all the time does not bring much benefit to one's spiritual practice.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt enlightened and decided to follow his grandson Wu Ming's advice, leave Heshengtang, and travel around.