Mythical Cultivation

Staring at the shopkeeper's offer, Wu Ming still thought it was too high, so he bargained with Shopkeeper Fang again, finally settling on 780 spirit stones. Fortunately, he had previously obtained over 1,000 spirit stones from Yin Lenghai's spoils from Senior Brother Pan, otherwise his own spirit stones would not have been enough.

Wu Ming placed the bone-piercing needle, the spirit-shaking talisman, and the formation-breaking bead into his storage bag. After the payment was made, he left the shop, warmly guided by Shopkeeper Fang. Shopkeeper Fang also hoped that Wu Ming would return if he needed anything in the future.

Wu Ming left the grocery store without further delay and headed straight for the outskirts of Changxin County. While his purchase wasn't entirely satisfactory, there was nothing he could do about it. There were only two shops in the county selling items related to spiritual practice, primarily due to Changxin County's remote location and the scarcity of spiritual practitioners. Consequently, there were relatively few shops.

After leaving the county, Wu Ming also set up his spirit boat and headed towards the swamp on the map. The swamp on the map was located more than 800 miles north of Changxin County, and Yunlong Village was also located more than 800 miles north of Changxin County.

It looked like Yunlong Village and the swamp were in the same place, but the three of them were not on the same line. However, the swamp was indeed not far from Yunlong Village. The swamp was located more than a hundred miles west of Yunlong Village, so the two were indeed very close.

No wonder Wu Ming discovered so many poisonous creatures in the wilds of Yunlong Village. They were probably the outer poisons of the swamp. If it weren't for the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect, Wu Ming might have completed his task of collecting poison sacs long ago.

On the way to the swamp, Wu Ming was not idle either. He took out the jade slip that recorded the Wuxiang Jue and studied it. He could not get started immediately, but he had to familiarize himself with it first to prepare for future practice.

After a few hours, Wu Ming also had his own understanding of the Wuxiang Jue. He could practice it directly when he was free in the future.

Wu Ming only had a few second-level talismans in his hand now, which were his trump cards for dealing with unavoidable dangers. But he also had to prepare some talismans for going into the swamp.

So he took out talisman paper and talisman pen and started making talismans. After a stack of talisman paper was used up, he also made fifteen first-level advanced talismans, namely Fireball Talisman, Entanglement Talisman, Ice Spear Talisman, Earth Shield Talisman, and Haste Talisman.

Unfortunately, the success rate is not high, only about 30%. Thinking about the method of making the earth escape talisman in the storage bag, I don’t know when I can make it.

After eight hours of flying, Wu Ming was finally about to reach the swamp. However, seeing that it had completely darkened, Wu Ming chose not to enter the swamp directly. Instead, he slightly deviated in direction and headed towards Yunlong Village.

Wu Ming had originally planned to go to the swamp to see if he could complete the second mission. If he could, he would complete that mission first, and then go to Yunlong Village to inform the villagers of the monster's demise. If he couldn't complete it, he would just go back and inform them.

Now that it's dark, we might as well go to Meteorite Village to rest for a night and then go to the swamp tomorrow.

The spirit boat stopped in Yunlong Village. Unfortunately, most of the villagers were asleep, with only a few houses still having lights on. Coincidentally, the light in the village chief's house was still on, so Wu Ming knocked on the village chief's door.

After the village chief welcomed Wu Ming in, he asked Wu Ming about the whereabouts of the monster.

"Master Wu, I haven't seen you for over half a month. The villagers thought something had happened to you. I knew you were powerful and would be fine."

"Thank you, Village Chief Niu, for your concern. I've been recovering from my injuries lately, but thankfully the monster has been dealt with, and there will be no more missing persons in the village. I came here today to reassure you and also to stay overnight."

"It's good that the monster has been dealt with. It's a pity that several people disappeared before. They were all outstanding young people in the village. Master Wu can stay as long as he wants, as long as you don't mind the simple conditions in the village."

Speaking of the missing people, Village Chief Niu was also worried for a while, but when he heard that Wu Ming wanted to stay with him, he stroked his snow-white beard to express his welcome.

After a night, Wu Ming said goodbye to Village Chief Niu, then raised his flying sword and headed towards the swamp.

As he approached the swamp, Wu Ming saw several monks flying across the sky on flying swords. However, they passed by quickly and had no intention of interacting with him, so Wu Ming did not approach them to speak. Changxin County was a remote place, and Wu Ming had assumed that monks were unheard of. He hadn't expected to see one since arriving.

It seems that there are quite a lot of resources in this swamp, otherwise we wouldn’t see any monks passing by.

After landing on the edge of the swamp, Wu Ming also stuck an earth shield talisman on his body so that he could activate it at any time when encountering danger.

This vast swamp is full of mystery and danger. Looking around, a scene of muddy water and dense weeds comes into view.

The swamp was thick with moisture, as if it could be squeezed to release water. The air was filled with a stench of decay, making it feel suffocating. The ground beneath our feet was soft and deep, requiring us to take every step with care. A single mistake could lead to a deep, quagmire.

The water in the puddle was a dark brown, with various dead branches and leaves and unknown objects floating on it, adding a sense of eerie atmosphere to the entire environment. From time to time, strings of bubbles emerged from the water, making gurgling sounds, as if something was lurking underwater, waiting for its prey to approach.

Tall trees grew around the swamp, their branches intertwining to form a dense canopy. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows, but this meager light couldn't dispel the swamp's gloomy atmosphere. In such an environment, it was easy to feel like one was being watched, unsure of when danger would strike.

Like a rabbit afraid of being spotted by a hunter, Wu Ming tiptoed forward, each step cautious. His eyes darted around, as if countless dangers were lurking around him. Even his breathing became very light, as if even the slightest bit of breathing would cause unnecessary trouble.

Wu Ming was filled with vigilance and anxiety at this moment. He had to be extremely careful and not let his guard down. Although the monsters in the swamp were not very powerful, they could still be poisonous at any time. If he was careless, his life would be in danger.

Wu Ming, walking through the swamp, suddenly felt a foul odor emanating from the puddle beside him. He hurriedly activated his Earth Shield Talisman. A dull thud was heard, and a long tongue struck the shield. Upon closer inspection, he discovered a three-legged frog. This frog, naturally three-legged, was covered in pustules. Though only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, it wasn't particularly powerful, but it was nonetheless formidable.

Wu Ming then summoned his Golden Light Sword, his gaze fixed firmly on the giant three-legged frog in front of him. He took a deep breath, and the Golden Light Sword suddenly rushed forward at lightning speed.

The three-legged frog sensed Wu Ming's provocation and let out a deep roar. It then pushed hard on its three legs and pounced towards Wu Ming.

Wu Ming dodged the frog's attack by moving sideways, then directed his Golden Light Sword towards its head. However, the frog's skull was incredibly hard, and the sword blade only left a shallow mark, with traces of blood running deep into the wound. This small wound was nothing to the frog; instead, it only fueled its ferocity.