Seven Mysterious Spaces: My Rise to Power in the Cultivation World

Master Zixiao, fueled by rage and boundless spiritual power, arrived in an instant.

The longsword in his hand suddenly blazed with purple light, tearing through the void and slashing straight at Zhuang Yu with unstoppable momentum.

Before the sword even arrived, the sharp sword energy had already grazed Zhuang Yu's cheek as if it were a tangible object, bringing a stinging, burning sensation.

Zhuang Yu dared not take the blow head-on, and with lightning speed, he narrowly avoided the thunderous strike.

Boom!

The longsword struck the spot where Zhuang Yu had been standing, and the ground instantly shattered, sending debris flying like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting apart.

The entire restricted space trembled, as if it were about to be torn apart by this powerful force.

The aftershocks of the spell raged, the air surged, and Zhuang Yu's robes fluttered wildly. He could feel the surrounding space being distorted by this power.

"Boy, how dare you disregard me! Today I'll show you what it means to be outmatched!" Master Zixiao's anger intensified after his attack missed. He stepped forward, his figure transforming into a streak of purple light as he charged towards Zhuang Yu.

He twirled his longsword, creating a dense, impenetrable net that enveloped Zhuang Yu.

Just then, the already severely injured spirit sensed a new threat, and its eyes suddenly burst forth with a terrifying light.

It roared, and its previously dim spiritual power surged again. Abandoning Zhuang Yu, it pounced on Master Zixiao instead.

"Roar--"

The spirit of the artifact swung its giant claws with earth-shattering power, heading straight for True Person Zixiao.

Master Zixiao's expression changed. He hadn't expected the spirit to be so troublesome, and it could even change its target instantly.

He had to divert his energy to defend against the weapon spirit's attacks.

In an instant, the scene descended into chaos. Master Zixiao and the weapon spirit clashed fiercely, their sword lights and claw shadows intertwining, the air waves churning and deafening.

Zhuang Yu, meanwhile, waited for his chance to strike, like a lurking beast, his eyes fixed on the battlefield.

The power of Master Zixiao made him realize that he had to be more cautious.

He could feel the spiritual energy within his body surging wildly, his heart pounding, and his adrenaline soaring.

A delicate balance had formed among the three, like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment.

Master Zixiao wanted to eliminate Zhuang Yu first, but he had to guard against the weapon spirit's attack. The weapon spirit was determined to destroy all intruders. It roared repeatedly and its attacks became even more fierce. Meanwhile, Zhuang Yu sought an opportunity in the gaps. He was like a ghost in the dark night, looking for the possibility of a fatal blow.

Amidst the chaotic battle, Zhuang Yu's gaze suddenly shifted to another direction, where Li Ming, a disciple of Master Zixiao, stood still, his face pale, staring at the battlefield in terror.

He gripped the spirit sword tightly, a cold smile curving his lips as a daring idea quietly took root in his mind…

Zhuang Yu's eyes flashed like lightning, catching the fear and panic that crossed Li Ming's face.

He knew the opportunity had come.

The chaotic battlefield provided him with perfect cover.

Master Zixiao and the spirit of the artifact were completely focused on each other, and had no time to pay attention to anything else.

Zhuang Yu took a deep breath and circulated his spiritual energy to its maximum.

He flashed and appeared behind Li Ming like a ghost.

Li Ming felt a gust of wind coming from behind him, and before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his back.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood gushed out, and Li Ming's face instantly turned ashen.

He looked down at the wound on his chest in disbelief, his eyes filled with terror and despair.

He never imagined that he would become a victim of this battle.

Zhuang Yu landed a successful blow, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He kicked Li Ming hard, sending him flying.

Li Ming fell to the ground in a sorry state, groaning in pain.

"Li Ming!"

Master Zixiao caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes widened in fury.

He roared, turned around abruptly, and pointed his long sword directly at Zhuang Yu.

"You little beast, you're looking for death!"

Master Zixiao was furious. He never expected Zhuang Yu to be so despicable as to ambush his disciple while he was fighting the artifact spirit.

He was filled with regret. If he had known this would happen, he should have dealt with Zhuang Yu, this scourge, first.

"Heh, old man Zixiao, you'd better take care of yourself first!"

Zhuang Yu sneered, showing no fear whatsoever.

With a thought, he took out a dagger that gleamed with a cold light from the mysterious space.

The dagger was entirely black and exuded an eerie aura; it was clearly no ordinary weapon.

"What is this?" Master Zixiao was startled. Sensing the dangerous aura emanating from the dagger, a sense of unease rose in his heart.

Zhuang Yu did not answer. He flashed again, rushing towards Master Zixiao like a bolt of lightning.

The dagger sliced ​​through the void, creating a series of ear-piercing sonic booms, aiming straight for Master Zixiao's throat.

Master Zixiao dared not be negligent and quickly swung his sword to defend himself.

"clang!"

A crisp metallic clang rang out, sparks flying everywhere.

Master Zixiao felt a sudden numbness in his tiger's mouth, and the long sword in his hand almost slipped out of his grasp.

He was horrified; the dagger was incredibly powerful.

The two engaged in a fierce magical duel, exchanging blows.

Master Zixiao truly lived up to his reputation as a Nascent Soul stage expert; his swordsmanship was exquisite, and his attacks were fierce.

But Zhuang Yu was not at a disadvantage at all. He kept acquiring new techniques from the mysterious space to deal with the attacks of Master Zixiao.

The collision of their spiritual energies erupted with dazzling light, leaving the surrounding cultivators dumbfounded.

"This... just who is this kid? How could he fight to a draw with Master Zixiao?"

"The dagger in his hand was strange, as if it contained some kind of powerful force."

"This kid is something else..."

The crowd buzzed with discussion, their gazes towards Zhuang Yu filled with awe and curiosity.

Just then, Zhuang Yu suddenly put away his dagger and a longbow appeared in his hand.

He drew his bow to its fullest extent, and an arrow shimmering with golden light appeared out of thin air, aimed at Master Zixiao.

"Old man Zixiao, take this arrow!"

Zhuang Yu's lips curled into a cold smile as he released the bowstring...

"Wang Yao, no..."

The golden arrow shot out through the air with a sharp whistling sound, heading straight for Master Zixiao.

Master Zixiao's pupils contracted sharply as he sensed the terrifying power contained in the arrow, and he quickly swung his sword to block it.

"boom!"

The arrow collided with the longsword, creating a deafening roar.

Master Zixiao felt a tremendous force coming from him, and his tiger's mouth instantly split open, blood splattering everywhere, and his long sword almost slipped from his hand.

He stumbled back several steps, his eyes filled with horror.

However, at that moment, a familiar figure suddenly burst into the battle.

"Zhuang Yu, watch out!"

With a clear shout, Wang Yao rushed into the barrier without hesitation.

Seeing Zhuang Yu in danger, she was extremely anxious, even forgetting that she was only a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator.

When Zhuang Yu saw Wang Yao rush in, he was startled, but a warm feeling welled up inside him.

He was touched by Wang Yao's concern, but also worried about her safety.

How could this girl be so foolish as to rush in at a time like this!

"Wang Yao, get out of here quickly!" Zhuang Yu shouted anxiously. He wanted to protect Wang Yao, but he was also surrounded and unable to spare any attention.

The spirit seemed to sense a new target. It roared, abandoned its entanglement with Master Zixiao, and pounced on Wang Yao instead.

Its enormous claws, carrying a devastating force, lashed out at Wang Yao like the scythe of death.

"No!" Zhuang Yu's eyes were bloodshot. Ignoring his injuries, he forcefully activated his spiritual power and flashed to stand in front of Wang Yao.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, the artifact spirit's giant claw slammed into Zhuang Yu's back. He felt as if he had been struck by a giant mountain, his internal organs churning violently, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Zhuang Yu!" Wang Yao screamed in terror and quickly supported the swaying Zhuang Yu.

She sensed Zhuang Yu's weakness, and tears welled up in her eyes, her heart filled with fear and guilt.

She shouldn't have come in; she'll only be a burden to Zhuang Yu!

Zhuang Yu's face was as pale as paper, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

He smiled weakly, trying to comfort Wang Yao, but his throat felt blocked, and he couldn't make a sound.

He could feel the chaotic spiritual energy within his body, the surging blood and qi, and a strong sense of exhaustion welling up in his heart.

"Wang Yao, don't be afraid, I..." Zhuang Yu tried to raise his hand to touch Wang Yao's cheek, but before he could touch her, everything went black and he lost consciousness.

Wang Yao held Zhuang Yu tightly, feeling the coldness of his body. Her hands trembled as she tried to cover the wound on Zhuang Yu's chest, but she found that the bleeding could not be stopped.

Looking at his pale face, she could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her face like broken beads.

"Zhuang Yu, don't scare me..." she choked, her voice filled with despair and helplessness. She could only hold him tightly, as if she wanted to meld him into her own body.

"Zhuang Yu..." she called his name softly, her voice gradually becoming weaker, but at that moment, she suddenly felt a strange power surging within her body. This power, carrying a scorching temperature, quickly spread throughout her entire body.

Wang Yao looked at her hands in surprise. She could feel a powerful force surging within her body. This force was both so unfamiliar and so familiar.

She raised her head and looked at Zhuang Yu, whose eyes were tightly closed.

"Zhuang Yu, I..." she said softly, her voice carrying an unprecedented firmness.

While Zhuang Yu was unconscious, a continuous stream of power flowed from Wang Yao into his body.

His body began to tremble slightly, and spiritual energy flickered around his tightly closed eyes.

Suddenly, Zhuang Yu opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with astonishing light, and a powerful spiritual force swept outwards from him.

The spirit was forced to retreat by the impact of this spiritual power, its huge body leaving deep marks on the ground, its copper bell-like eyes filled with terror.

Master Zixiao was also shaken by the sudden burst of spiritual power, causing his blood and qi to surge. He felt an invisible force pressing down on him like a wall, and he had to use all his spiritual power to resist it. However, his feet still involuntarily took several steps back.

The surrounding cultivators were forced to kneel on the ground by the powerful spiritual energy, their eyes wide with shock.

"Just what kind of existence is Zhuang Yu? How could he be so powerful!" a cultivator said, his voice trembling.

Just as everyone was astonished, the artifact suddenly emitted a dazzling light, which was like a giant sword piercing the sky, illuminating the entire restricted space as if it were daytime.

The light contained a mysterious and powerful force, seemingly beckoning Zhuang Yu, yet also serving as a warning.

Zhuang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the light, knowing in his heart that this must be an unprecedented challenge.

He clenched his fist, and the spiritual energy around him fluctuated even more violently, as if responding to the provocation of the divine artifact.

Master Zixiao looked at the light, but Zhuang Yu only glanced at him coldly before turning his gaze back to the light of the divine artifact. An even greater storm was about to break.