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

Zhuang Yu held the pearl in his hand, feeling a warm touch on his fingertips, and the immense spiritual power it contained gave him a jolt.

A dazzling light shone on his face, but it couldn't hide the solemnity in his eyes.

The surrounding air seemed to have frozen, eerily silent.

He keenly sensed a subtle, persistent feeling of being watched, clinging to him like a leech.

Liu Feng is definitely still lurking nearby.

The dense jungle blocked out the sun, and the shadow of each ancient tree seemed to harbor murderous intent. The rustling of the leaves in the wind sounded to Zhuang Yu as cold and sinister as a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

The feeling of being secretly watched made him feel uneasy, and every hair on his body stood on end.

He remained outwardly calm, but in reality, he was on high alert, his spiritual energy quietly circulating within his body, ready to deal with any sudden danger.

Hiding in the shadows, Liu Feng was pale, the blood at the corner of his mouth still wet, but the fire of greed burning in his eyes grew ever stronger.

Seeing Zhuang Yu's wary look, he knew he had been exposed.

But he was unwilling to give up!

How can you let a duck that's already in your hands fly away?

A sinister plan quickly took shape in his mind.

He staggered out, clutching his chest, his steps faltering. He deliberately feigned serious injury and weakly called out towards Zhuang Yu, "Fellow Daoist... help... help me..."

Zhuang Yu coldly watched Liu Feng approach, a mocking smile curving his lips.

Instead of going forward to check as Liu Feng had expected, he snorted contemptuously, made a hand seal, and a golden light flashed, instantly enveloping Liu Feng with a detection spell.

Liu Feng's expression changed drastically. His feigned injuries were exposed under the golden light, and his originally pale face instantly turned rosy. His movements as he clutched his chest also stiffened.

"A mere trifle!" Zhuang Yu said disdainfully, his tone full of sarcasm.

Enraged that his disguise had been exposed, Liu Feng's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He stopped pretending and directly drew his longsword, its blade gleaming with cold light, aiming straight at Zhuang Yu.

"Kid, you're asking for trouble. Since you're courting death, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Liu Feng attacked swiftly and fiercely, his sword moves sharp and swift, accompanied by a whistling sound, each strike aimed directly at Zhuang Yu's vital points.

Zhuang Yu moved nimbly, using mysterious footwork to easily dodge Liu Feng's attacks.

At the same time, with a thought, he took out an ancient shield from the mysterious space.

The shield's surface shimmered with iridescent light, radiating powerful spiritual energy fluctuations.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Liu Feng's longsword slashed at the shield again and again, producing a deafening metallic clang and sparks flying.

However, the shield remained unmoved, firmly protecting Zhuang Yu.

Seeing the shield in Zhuang Yu's hand, Liu Feng's greed intensified, and his attacks became even more frenzied. The surrounding trees were affected by the sword energy, and debris flew everywhere. A frightened little sparrow chirped in fear in the distance.

As Zhuang Yu dodged, he sensed the power emanating from the shield in his hand. Suddenly, he felt an unusual fluctuation, a powerful force hidden deep within the shield…

“This…” Zhuang Yu’s eyes narrowed, and he muttered to himself.

As Zhuang Yu dodged, he felt the power emanating from the shield in his hand. Suddenly, he sensed an unusual fluctuation, a powerful force hidden deep within the shield.

This force was violent and primal, like a sleeping beast about to awaken.

“Interesting…” Zhuang Yu’s lips curled into a playful smile, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

He tried to guide this power, and strands of pure energy flowed into his body through his arm, merging with his own spiritual power and resonating with it.

Liu Feng continued his frenzied attacks, completely oblivious to Zhuang Yu's change in demeanor.

His eyes were fixed on the shield that radiated an alluring light; his greedy desires had completely consumed him.

"Now!" Zhuang Yu seized an opportunity and shoved his shield forward.

The shield shone brightly, and the hidden power erupted instantly, pouring out like a flood bursting its banks, slamming hard into Liu Feng.

"Ah!" Liu Feng screamed in agony as his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

He struggled to get up, but found that his body was out of control, and his spiritual energy was in chaos, as if he would explode and die at any moment.

Zhuang Yu did not press his advantage, but instead slowly walked up to Liu Feng, looking down at him with a mocking gaze.

With a thought, the shield in his hand flashed with light once more, and mysterious runes appeared out of thin air, weaving together to form a complex restriction that firmly trapped Liu Feng within it.

Liu Feng struggled frantically and roared angrily within the restriction, but like a trapped beast fighting for its life, it could not shake the restriction in the slightest.

He watched helplessly as Zhuang Yu turned away and ignored him, his heart filled with resentment and fear.

Zhuang Yu sat cross-legged, placed the shield in front of him, and carefully observed the patterns on it.

These patterns are intricate and mysterious, as if they contain some ancient secret.

He stretched out his fingers and gently stroked the patterns, a strange feeling welling up inside him.

“These runes…” Zhuang Yu frowned and muttered to himself, “I feel like I’ve seen them somewhere before…” He closed his eyes and tried hard to recall, countless images flashing through his mind, but he could not capture that elusive fragment of memory.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide, his gaze fixed on a peculiar rune on the shield, his fingers trembling slightly.

"this is……"