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

After leaving the family treasury, Zhuang Yu followed the directions on the map in the mysterious space and sped westward.

He had assumed that this mysterious place would be deserted and desolate, but to his surprise, as soon as he stepped into the lush forest, a chattering little creature kept hovering above his head.

This is a small, bright green sparrow. It is petite, but its song is exceptionally clear and loud, as if it is curiously observing Zhuang Yu, this uninvited guest.

Zhuang Yu smiled slightly, and unlike other cultivators, he didn't impatiently chase away the spirit bird. Instead, he felt that this little guy might bring good luck.

He let the little sparrow follow him and continued walking deeper into the forest.

The closer Zhuang Yu got to the location marked on the map, the more he felt an invisible pressure, as if a mountain was pressing down on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The surrounding trees also became distorted, and the space itself seemed to tremble slightly.

He knew that this was the restriction protecting the mysterious place.

This power was stronger than he had imagined, which made him feel a sense of unease.

Zhuang Yu reached out and tried to touch the invisible barrier.

The moment his fingertips touched him, a strong rebound force sent him staggering back several steps.

“Interesting…” Zhuang Yu murmured to himself, a glint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

The little sparrow seemed to sense this powerful force as well. It stopped chirping, landed on Zhuang Yu's shoulder, and gently rubbed its little head against Zhuang Yu's cheek, as if to comfort him.

Zhuang Yu smiled and reached out to pat the little sparrow's head.

"It seems that entering this mysterious place is no easy task..." He looked up at the distorted space ahead, his eyes resolute. "However, I, Zhuang Yu, am not one to give up easily!"

He took a deep breath, preparing to try again, when he suddenly heard a rough voice behind him:

"Boy, what are you doing?"

Zhuang Yu turned around and saw a burly man with a full beard striding towards him.

The man was wearing a tattered Taoist robe and had a rusty iron sword hanging at his waist; he was clearly a wandering rogue cultivator.

Zhuang Yu could see through his cultivation level at a glance—the Qi Refining Perfection stage, which was still quite far behind his own Foundation Establishment stage.

"What I'm doing is none of your business," Zhuang Yu replied indifferently, his tone carrying a hint of disdain.

This rogue cultivator, who called himself Meng, was enraged when he saw Zhuang Yu looking down on him so much.

"Boy, do you know where you are? How dare you cause trouble here!" He pointed at the distorted space ahead, his tone arrogant. "This is a secret realm left behind by an ancient powerful being. How dare a greenhorn like you lay a finger on it?"

Zhuang Yu sneered, ignoring his clamor, and reached out again to try to touch the restriction.

"Overestimating yourself!" Meng Sanxiu mocked, "Even I can't break this restriction, and you, a mere brat, think you can..."

Before he could finish speaking, his foot suddenly slipped, and he fell forward uncontrollably, almost landing face-first in the dirt.

Several small birds chirped and twittered on the surrounding branches, as if mocking his disheveled appearance.

Meng Sanxiu, his face flushed, got up from the ground and glared at Zhuang Yu angrily.

"You cheated, you little brat!" he roared.

Zhuang Yu spread his hands innocently, "I didn't do anything, Fellow Daoist Meng. You just couldn't stand properly, right?" A faint smile appeared on his lips. The little mud puddle just now was naturally his doing.

A simple earth-based spell was enough to embarrass this arrogant guy and teach him a lesson.

Meng Sanxiu was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he couldn't find any evidence, so he could only glare fiercely at Zhuang Yu.

"Boy, just wait for me!"

Zhuang Yu remained calm and composed, ignoring him completely. Instead, he turned to the little sparrow on his shoulder and said softly, "Let's go." With that, he sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and seemed to enter a meditative state…

"Strange, why can't I get in?"

" Zhuang Yu murmured.

With a thought, Zhuang Yu instantly entered the mysterious space.

The space was filled with spiritual energy, a spring of spiritual water flowed gently, and the air was filled with the fragrance of medicinal herbs.

He walked straight to the stone platform in the center of the space, hoping to find clues to break the restriction.

Sure enough, there was an ancient book on the stone platform, with three ancient seal characters engraved on the cover: "Release of Prohibitions".

Zhuang Yu opened the ancient book, which recorded the principles and methods of breaking various restrictions. One method, called "overcoming skill with force," caught his attention.

This method does not involve brute force; rather, it utilizes the restriction of its own energy flow to find its weak point, thereby dismantling it with minimal effort.

This gave Zhuang Yu some ideas, which he studied carefully and memorized.

Just then, a furious roar came from outside the space.

Zhuang Yu immediately flashed out, only to see Meng Sanxiu charging over with a ferocious expression, his rusty iron sword carrying a sharp sword aura, aimed straight at Zhuang Yu's face.

"Kid, you dare to play me? I'll make you pay!" Zhuang Yu sneered, his figure flashing as he easily dodged the attack.

He did not rush to retaliate, but instead used the knowledge he had learned in the mysterious space to observe the flow of the restrictive energy and look for the flaws in Meng Sanxiu's attack.

Meng Sanxiu's attacks grew increasingly fierce, his sword energy crisscrossing, cutting down the surrounding trees and causing them to fall to the ground. The little sparrow flew up in fear, chirping anxiously.

Zhuang Yu, however, seemed to be toying with Meng Sanxiu, managing to dodge attacks at the last second each time, and even using the rebounding power of the restriction to deflect Meng Sanxiu's attacks back.

After several rounds, Meng Sanxiu was panting heavily and had several wounds on his body.

He realized he was no match for Zhuang Yu, and a flicker of fear crossed his eyes.

Zhuang Yu seized the opportunity and struck Meng Sanxiu in the chest with a palm, sending him flying.

"Is that all you've got? You dare to yell at me?" Meng Sanxiu scrambled to his feet, clutching his chest, his eyes filled with resentment, but he dared not take another step forward.

He knew he had met his match.

He glared fiercely at Zhuang Yu, then turned and fled into the depths of the forest.

Zhuang Yu did not chase after him. He looked up at the distorted space, took a deep breath, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

“This restriction…” He reached out, his fingertips lightly touching the restriction, feeling the powerful force within, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

"really……"