Mythical Cultivation

Wu Ming's guess was correct. Shortly after the two men exchanged blows, Xiao Moyang arrived. However, he didn't show up, instead hiding a few hundred meters away, silently watching the two men fight. Seeing Wu Ming hold out so long against Tang Zhaojun, even though he was at a disadvantage, this was Tang Zhaojun wielding the Golden Light Sword. Even against Tang Zhaojun wielding the Golden Light Sword, he had no confidence of victory.

Thinking back to three years ago, Wu Ming could only spar with his younger brother, at the fourth level of Qi Refining, but now he's at the sixth level, and can even fight Tang Zhaojun, who's at the eighth level. Remember, he and Tang Zhaojun were only 4:6, which means Wu Ming's combat power is now almost the same as his own. This shows how fast Wu Ming has improved and how talented he is. No wonder Senior Brother Wang Zongyuan from the inner sect is so optimistic about him.

He also heard from others that Senior Brother Wang Zongyuan and several outer disciples had seized a magic weapon together, and Wu Ming was one of these outer disciples. Therefore, he inferred that Wu Ming and others must be Senior Brother Wang Zongyuan's subordinates in the outer sect.

He had originally wanted to see how Wu Ming could escape from Tang Zhaojun's grasp. If he couldn't escape, he wouldn't mind secretly tripping Tang Zhaojun up. However, he didn't expect that after dozens of rounds, he would hear a loud bang, and then Tang Zhaojun lay on the ground, his life or death unknown.

It turned out to be a Heavenly Thunder Seed, which cost over 200 Spirit Stones each, and he couldn't bear to buy it. He hadn't expected Wu Ming to have such a powerful weapon in his possession, but he didn't know if he still had one. Fortunately, he hadn't planned to attack in the first place, and Tang Zhaojun had essentially stepped on the minefield for him. Otherwise, if he had come into contact with the Heavenly Thunder Seed, he would have been dead.

After the explosion, Tang Zhaojun lay motionless on the ground, his clothes shredded and covered in blood. His Panlong Order shattered into pieces, and his Golden Light Sword landed not far away. Seeing Tang Zhaojun lying on the ground, his life or death uncertain, Wu Ming didn't dare to approach him. Instead, he shifted his focus and saw Shanhe Yan, now without an opponent in the air, pressing down on Tang Zhaojun until he was reduced to a pulp. Reassured, Wu Ming stepped forward.

However, he still didn't put the Mountain and River Inkstone away, letting it float above his head. He wasn't sure there was no one in the dark. He took the storage bag from Tang Zhaojun's body and put the Golden Light Sword that had fallen beside it into the storage bag, first collecting the spoils.

Then he summoned a fireball, which ricocheted onto the corpse. After a dozen breaths, the corpse dissipated, leaving only a pool of ash. With a flick of his sleeve, Wu Ming blew away the ashes, dispersing Tang Zhaojun's only trace in this world. Seeing that no one had appeared, he didn't hesitate any longer and set up his spirit boat, heading off into the distance.

After Wu Ming left, Xiao Moyang arrived at the scene of the battle and watched as Tang Zhaojun's body disintegrated into a cloud of dust. He sighed, feeling the fragility of life. A moment ago, someone was alive, and in the blink of an eye, nothing remained. In a few years, no one would even remember their existence. Perhaps his strength wasn't enough. If he were strong enough, he could remain unmoved, free and unfettered, regardless of the rise and fall of the clouds.

Xiao Moyang looked at the aftermath of the explosion of the Heavenly Thunder Seed, which scraped off three inches of the ground. The power of the Heavenly Thunder Seed was really strong, worthy of being a treasure that could hurt cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage. An idea that he had never thought of before appeared in his mind. He also wanted to get a few Heavenly Thunder Seeds as a trump card, in case of emergency.

Xiao Moyang had been a disciple for the past ten years and was only thirty-three years old. Excluding the three years he spent as a preparatory disciple, he had already been an outer disciple for thirteen years. He still had seven years left. If he couldn't achieve Foundation Establishment within those seven years, he would be expelled from Qingyun Sect. Given his usual level of effort, his chances of achieving Foundation Establishment were over fifty percent, placing him in the top fifty of the previous batch of disciples.

Unfortunately, he came from a small cultivation family. His parents had both passed away due to the clan's dirty deeds, and he was not well-received by his family. Therefore, he took the test of Qingyun Sect and then joined the Qingyun Sect, hoping to become an inner disciple of Qingyun Sect, so that his long-cherished wish could be fulfilled.

His talent was only three-star, so it was impossible for him to cultivate so quickly. However, he practiced diligently, determined to uncover the cause of his parents' death. He never spent his spirit stones on unnecessary things, always using them to purchase elixirs for cultivation. Therefore, he still used the Qingyun Sword he was initially issued and the low-level Xuanming Bell, a magical weapon. In addition to the spiritual armor his parents left him, that was all he had. The rest went to purchasing elixirs. He hadn't even purchased a mid-grade magical weapon, let alone a secret treasure.

In his heart, only cultivation was of utmost importance. Magical instruments and secret treasures were merely external possessions. Only when he became powerful could he fulfill his long-cherished wish. Therefore, he never spent spirit stones on these external possessions. This also led to his cultivation level being no stronger than Tang Zhaojun, who had just entered the eighth level of Qi Refining, despite also being in the late eighth level.

As for why he could be on par with Tang Zhaojun who possessed a mid-level magic weapon with his low-level magic weapon, it was simply because he had only been refining these two magic weapons for more than ten years and had never changed them. This allowed him to develop a tacit understanding with the two magic weapons, allowing him to unleash 200% of the power of the two magic weapons.

Normally, when a cultivator practices magic, after a period of time, he will be able to unleash the full power of the magic weapon. Until the magic weapon cannot keep up with his cultivation or is destroyed, he will replace it with a new one and eliminate the old one. This is normal.

However, Xiao Moyang hadn't changed his magic tools in over a decade, so they had acquired a hint of spirituality similar to that of a magic weapon, capable of recognizing a master. Of course, it was only a hint, and still a long way from the spirituality of a magic weapon. However, this didn't prevent Xiao Moyang from unleashing 200% of their power. It was just that he was short-sighted. If he could persevere, or meet an expert to guide him, his two magic tools would be recast and their power would be greatly enhanced, without the need for re-refining. It all depended on his luck.

Today, when he saw Wu Ming, who was at the sixth level of Qi Refining, kill Tang Zhaojun, who was at the eighth level of Qi Refining, with the help of the Heavenly Thunder Ball, the faith that he had always held on to began to collapse a little.

Not to mention Xiao Moyang, Wu Ming in the spirit boat traveled for a distance and saw that no one caught up with him. He was confused. He clearly saw Xiao Moyang following him in Qingyun Market. Logically, he and the masked man should be in the same group, but he killed the masked man without seeing Xiao Moyang take action. He didn't know why.

Wu Ming couldn't figure it out, so he gave up thinking about it. Only after the spirit boat flew hundreds of miles did he relax. He took out the Golden Light Sword and examined it. He found that the Golden Light Sword was indeed a mid-grade magic weapon, much stronger than the Qingyun Sword.

It just so happened that the only weapon he had for attacking now was the Mountain and River Inkstone, which was originally a magical weapon used for suppression. Although it could also attack, its power was somewhat lower than that of a flying sword of the same level. Now that he had obtained the Golden Light Sword, his strength had been greatly improved.