Mythical Cultivation

After Wu Ming got up and washed up, he also said goodbye to Pan Ning.

"Brother Pan, let's say goodbye now! I benefited greatly from hearing your words yesterday. However, I have important matters to attend to and need to rush back to the sect to complete a mission, so I really can't stay any longer. I hope that we can meet again when you return to the sect to report on your work. I hope you will be generous with your guidance and advice."

"Junior Brother Wu, why are you so polite? As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. Although we're parting ways today, we'll meet again someday. Besides, this separation is for a better reunion next time! When I return to the sect, I'll definitely go find you for a drink and a chat, to rekindle our brotherhood."

Afterwards, Wu Ming left the mansion with the fond memories of last night, boarded the spirit boat, said goodbye to Pan Ning and headed towards Qingyun Sect.

Ever since Wu Ming had seen the true face and ruthlessness of the cultivation world at Pan Ning's house, he seemed to have undergone a baptism of rebirth, and his state of mind had undergone a drastic change.

Although he had once been diligent in his cultivation, it was primarily due to the pressure of his surroundings, which pushed him to constantly strive for greater heights. However, deep down, he always harbored a slight resistance to this lifestyle. He had never truly devoted himself to the world, always feeling an insurmountable barrier between them.

Even when facing the grandfather who raised him and treated him like his own son, this feeling still lingered. After all, as a steadfast socialist successor for decades, it is not easy to completely change those deeply rooted ideas.

But now, things were different. After this profound epiphany, his inner resistance had vanished, and he had completely assimilated into this world. Wu Ming gradually began to understand that only by letting go of the burdens of the past could he truly embrace the world before him and embark on the path forward.

No matter how rugged and thorny the road ahead is, and no matter how full of difficulties, obstacles and hardships, he will fearlessly wield the sharp blade in his hand, cut through the thorns, forge ahead bravely, and unswervingly strive towards the towering peak.

Even if the road ahead is bumpy and thorny, even if he encounters countless difficulties, obstacles, and setbacks in his pursuit of his dreams, these cannot stop him from moving forward. Because along the way, he has already seen the beautiful scenery along the way and felt the meaning of life. No matter what the future holds, he will take a firm step forward without hesitation to pursue his own brilliant achievements.

Three full days and three nights passed, and Wu Ming remained aboard the Spirit Boat, never stopping or moving a single step. During this time, he neither rested nor wasted a single moment doing useless work.

Most of the time, he was fully focused on cultivation, constantly breaking through himself and improving his cultivation level; occasionally, he would temporarily put aside cultivation and instead concentrate on refining various magical instruments, hoping to make them more powerful; in addition, he would also take some time to carefully refine various talismans in case of emergency.

For Wu Ming, time was too precious to waste. He knew the path of cultivation was like rowing against the current; if he didn't strive forward, he would fall back. Those far more gifted than he were diligent and hardworking, so how could he afford to slack off? Every day of rest meant a little more progress for others, which in turn meant he fell further behind. Therefore, he dared not stop, but redoubled his efforts, striving to surpass himself and catch up with those who had come before him.

However, Wu Ming was completely oblivious. Although his mindset had shifted, leading him to practice even more diligently, this wasn't entirely beneficial. The path of cultivation emphasizes a balance between tension and relaxation, a balance between work and rest. If one constantly strains, dedicating all one's energy to cultivation, over time, this will be counterproductive.

After all, humans are not machines. Being in a state of high tension for extended periods of time is not only physically and mentally exhausting, but can also be counterproductive due to excessive stress, hindering one's progress in cultivation and even leading to obsession. Therefore, maintaining a proper balance between cultivation and rest is the best strategy. However, since we're just getting started, it's not a big deal; as long as we wake up in time, everything will be fine.

It was a sunny day with a clear blue sky. Wu Ming steered his spirit boat, passing through the clouds like a shining meteor, and rushed towards the direction of the sect.

At that moment, a strange aura entered Wu Ming's keen senses. He frowned slightly, thinking to himself, "Hmm? Something seems amiss up ahead..." With the insight cultivated by years of practice, Wu Ming immediately noticed two groups of people chasing him not far away.

One side was clearly at a disadvantage, and they were fleeing desperately in a panic; while the other side was chasing them aggressively, obviously not intending to let those in front go.

As the two chased, the distance between them narrowed, drawing closer and closer to Wu Ming's spirit boat. As they drew closer, Wu Ming finally could see their faces. He saw only two figures desperately fleeing—a wrinkled, white-haired old man tightly clutching a black-shirted teenager who looked no more than a dozen years old.

The old man was covered in wounds, his clothes stained with blood, and his face pale beyond belief. His flying speed had also slowed down, but he still pursed his lips as he flew with the young man.

Just when the two were not far away from the spirit boat that Wu Ming was riding, they were surrounded by four people chasing them from behind.

"Old Wang, why don't you keep running? I don't think you two old, weak and sick people can run far." A tall and burly middle-aged man among the four said with a gloomy face.

The old man who was surrounded did not respond to the middle-aged man's words, but instead showed a pleading look and said to the Lingzhou beside him:

"Fellow Daoist, please save my young master. Afterwards, our Han family... well, I will definitely reward you handsomely."

Wu Ming had no intention of interfering, but the four pursuers had subtly circled his spirit boat, forcing him to leave. Wu Ming also roughly determined their cultivation levels. Aside from the young man, the old man and the four pursuers were all in the late Qi Refining stage, posing no real threat to Wu Ming at this point.

Since entering the seventh level of Qi Refining, he hadn't fought anyone yet, and he didn't know how strong he was now. If they had any ill intentions, he wanted to see how much his strength had increased.