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

The air in the Herb Garden was filled with a rich spiritual energy, mixed with a faint floral fragrance. However, this tranquility was soon broken.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, a blinding light exploded at the entrance of the Spirit Herb Garden.

Zhuang Yu turned around abruptly, his pupils contracting sharply. He saw that Zhao Hai and the other two had forcibly broken through the restrictions he had set up and swaggered in.

"Zhao Hai!" Zhuang Yu spat out these words through gritted teeth, his eyes almost spitting fire.

He never expected that these three people would be so despicable as to launch a sneak attack while he was repairing the formation!

Zhao Hai looked at Zhuang Yu with a greedy smile on his face: "Zhuang Yu, do you think you can successfully repair the formation? We are determined to get this spiritual herb today."

Zhuang Yu clenched his fists, his eyes resolute: "You won't succeed."

Qian Er smiled sinisterly and quietly approached Zhuang Yu from the side, intending to launch a sneak attack.

He refused to believe that Zhuang Yu could defend himself against him while he was multitasking.

However, Qian Er still underestimated Zhuang Yu's strength.

Although Zhuang Yu was repairing the formation, his spiritual sense kept a close eye on everything around him.

Just as Qian Er was about to make his move, Zhuang Yu suddenly turned around and struck Qian Er's wrist with a sharp burst of spiritual energy.

"Ah!" Qian Er screamed, dropping his weapon to the ground. He clutched his swollen wrist and glared venomously at Zhuang Yu.

Zhuang Yu sneered, "Is that all the tricks you have?"

Seeing Qian Er fail, Sun San angrily charged at Zhuang Yu.

Zhuang Yu neither dodged nor avoided the attack. When Sun San got close, he released a powerful surge of spiritual energy, which sent Sun San flying.

Sun San knocked over several spirit herbs, and the spirit herb spirits in the spirit herb garden cried out in distress.

Zhao Hai looked surprised when he saw his teammates being easily defeated.

"Mid-Foundation Establishment stage?! How is that possible?!"

Wang Yao watched Zhuang Yu nervously from the side, her eyes filled with worry and admiration.

She whispered to Zhuang Yu, "Brother Zhuang Yu, be careful." Zhuang Yu glanced at her, a warm feeling welling up in his heart. He nodded to Wang Yao, his eyes filled with confidence.

Seeing this, Zhao Hai's face darkened, and he coldly snorted, "It seems I underestimated you!" He slowly drew his long sword from his waist, the blade gleaming with a cold light, and a powerful pressure spread outwards...

Zhao Hai took action personally, unleashing his sect's ultimate technique, "Whirlwind Swordplay," as sharp sword energies surged towards Zhuang Yu like a storm.

Wherever the sword energy passed, deep trenches were carved into the ground, and the surrounding spiritual herbs were shredded by the sword energy, turning into specks of green light that dissipated into the air.

"A mere trick!" Zhuang Yu sneered, calmly mobilizing his spiritual power and rapidly forming hand seals. A golden light barrier formed in front of him, blocking all of Zhao Hai's sword energy.

Ripples spread across the golden light screen, yet it never shattered.

"How did this kid suddenly become so strong?" Zhao Hai was shocked, but he did not back down because of this. Instead, it fueled his fighting spirit even more.

He roared and poured all his spiritual power into the longsword. The sword immediately shone brightly, and a huge pillar of sword energy shot straight into the sky, then crashed down on Zhuang Yu with earth-shattering force.

Zhuang Yu's expression changed slightly; he knew Zhao Hai was going to fight to the death.

He dared not delay. While diverting some of his spiritual power to continue repairing the formation, he mobilized all his spiritual power, clenched his fists, and suddenly punched upwards.

The force of the fist collided with the sword energy, producing a deafening roar that caused the entire herb garden to tremble violently.

The powerful shockwave destroyed everything around it, tearing up the ground layer by layer to reveal the dark soil underneath.

At the epicenter of the explosion, Zhuang Yu swayed slightly, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but he remained firmly in place.

Zhao Hai was thrown backward by the shock, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper.

"Senior Brother Zhao!" Qian Er and Sun San were shocked to see this and rushed to Zhao Hai's side to check on his injuries.

"I'm fine..." Zhao Hai struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and glared at Zhuang Yu with venomous eyes. "Kid, you just wait, I'll settle this score with you sooner or later!"

"I'm ready anytime!" Zhuang Yu sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Zhao Hai and the others dared not linger in the fight, and fled the Spirit Herb Garden in a sorry state, filled with anger and resentment.

Zhuang Yu watched them leave without giving chase.

He knew that today's events were just the beginning, and Zhao Hai and his group would definitely not let it go. There would certainly be more trouble waiting for him in the future.

However, Zhuang Yu was not afraid. He believed that as long as he continued to grow stronger, one day he would stand at the pinnacle of this world and look down on all living beings!

He took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and continued to focus on repairing the formation.

As time went by, the cracks in the array became fewer and fewer, the spiritual energy in the herb garden became more and more abundant, and the damaged spiritual herbs began to recover their vitality at a visible speed.

However, at that moment, Zhuang Yu suddenly felt a strange sense of crisis welling up in his heart.

He suddenly looked up at the entrance of the Spirit Herb Garden and saw a mysterious figure dressed in a black robe and wearing a bamboo hat, whose face was obscured, slowly walk in.

"Who are you?" Zhuang Yu asked in a deep voice, his heart filled with vigilance.

The mysterious man didn't speak, but slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of cold, ruthless eyes. A sinister smile curled at the corner of his lips, and he said in a hoarse voice, "You're Zhuang Yu? Someone asked me to deliver a message to you..."