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

Zhuang Yu took a small sip of the qi-tonifying soup that Wang Yao handed him, and a warm current flowed down his throat into his stomach.

Looking at Wang Yao's slightly tired but still gentle smile, he felt a pang of guilt.

During these past few days of competitions, Wang Yao has been quietly taking care of his daily needs and handling everything for him, while he...

"Yao'er, thank you for your hard work," Zhuang Yu said softly.

Wang Yao shook her head and said softly, "I'm very happy to be able to help Brother Zhuang Yu."

After a brief moment of warmth, Zhuang Yu threw himself back into intense preparations.

He knew that the opponents ahead would only get stronger.

He was already a little tired after the previous round of competition, but when he thought of Lin Qingxue's expectant eyes, he felt full of energy.

After resting for a while, Zhuang Yu stepped onto the arena.

His opponent, Wu Di, is a renowned seed player from other sects. His cultivation has reached the peak of the early stage of Core Formation, and it is said that he is only one step away from breaking through to the middle stage of Core Formation.

As soon as Wu Difu appeared, he released a powerful spiritual pressure, which pressed down on the surrounding air like a mountain, making the disciples watching the battle feel breathless.

He glanced sharply at Zhuang Yu, a disdainful sneer curling at the corner of his mouth: "You're Zhuang Yu? I heard you've been making quite a splash lately."

Zhuang Yu looked back at him with neither arrogance nor servility, and calmly said, "It's just good luck."

"Luck?" Wu Di scoffed. "You'll see soon enough that luck is nothing in the face of absolute strength!" Before he finished speaking, Wu Di transformed into a blur and pounced on Zhuang Yu.

His speed was astonishing, making his movements almost impossible to see.

Wu Di's attacks poured down like a storm, each strike containing immense power, causing the arena to vibrate and hum.

Zhuang Yu was unable to defend himself for a while and could only retreat, sustaining some minor injuries.

Wang Yao, sitting in the audience, was extremely anxious. Her hands were clenched tightly together, and her nails were almost digging into her flesh.

"Brother Zhuang Yu..." she murmured softly, her eyes filled with worry.

Faced with Wu Di's relentless attacks, Zhuang Yu gradually felt overwhelmed.

He gritted his teeth and held on.

Wu Di's attacks became increasingly fierce, and Zhuang Yu sustained more and more wounds.

He felt his spiritual energy rapidly depleting, and blurry double images began to appear before his eyes.

Just then, Wu Di seized an opening and struck Zhuang Yu hard in the chest with a palm strike.

Zhuang Yu let out a muffled groan, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the edge of the ring.

"With this little strength, you dare to be arrogant in front of me?" Wu Di stood proudly in the center of the arena, looking down at Zhuang Yu who was lying on the ground, his eyes full of contempt.

"It seems this match should end soon..." He slowly raised his right hand, gathering a dazzling ball of spiritual energy, preparing to deliver the final blow to Zhuang Yu.

At this critical moment, Zhuang Yu's gaze suddenly fell on an inconspicuous stone in the corner of the arena.

His eyes narrowed, and he thought to himself, "Now is the time!" Then, he rolled away and hid behind the rock.

"A desperate struggle?" Wu Di sneered, about to give chase, when he suddenly realized that Zhuang Yu's figure had vanished...

"Where is he?" Wu Di frowned, looking around, but Zhuang Yu was nowhere to be seen.

A bad feeling suddenly rose in his heart...

Zhuang Yu used the rock as cover to conceal his figure.

He held his breath, silently recited the incantation, and quietly opened the mysterious space.

As soon as he entered the space, a rich spiritual energy rushed towards him, washing away his tired body.

Without a second thought, Zhuang Yu immediately began searching the space.

He knew that every breath he took at this moment was incredibly precious.

"Found it!" Zhuang Yu's eyes lit up as he locked onto a cultivation technique called "Wind and Thunder Technique".

This technique excels in speed and explosive power, making it perfect for countering Wu Di's ferocious attacks.

Time was of the essence, and Zhuang Yu disregarded everything else, immediately sitting cross-legged and beginning his cultivation.

The flow of time within the mysterious space differed from that outside, giving Zhuang Yu a precious chance to catch his breath.

With his exceptional comprehension and the abundant spiritual energy within the space, he quickly grasped the essence of the "Wind and Thunder Technique" and integrated it into his own combat skills.

When Zhuang Yu reappeared on the stage, he was completely transformed.

His previously disheveled figure now exuded a sharp aura, like a lurking beast ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

“You…” Wu Di looked at Zhuang Yu, who was completely different from before, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He clearly sensed a significant change in Zhuang Yu's aura, a feeling that made him uneasy.

Zhuang Yu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile.

He stopped dodging and instead met Wu Di's attack head-on.

His movements were as swift as lightning and as fast as the wind; as his palms danced, a faint sound of thunder could be heard.

"Wind and Thunder Palm!" Zhuang Yu shouted and struck out with his palm.

Caught off guard, Wu Di took the blow head-on.

A powerful force struck him, making his arm go numb and causing him to stagger back several steps.

"How is this possible?!" Wu Di stared at Zhuang Yu in disbelief, his mind reeling with shock.

He couldn't understand how Zhuang Yu's strength had increased so much in such a short time!

"Now, it's my turn!" Zhuang Yu's eyes sharpened as he lunged forward again, his figure as elusive as a ghost.

Wu Di dared not be careless and immediately focused his attention to deal with the situation.

For a moment, a strong wind howled on the arena, and the two figures crisscrossed and were evenly matched.

Elder Zhang stroked his beard, his gaze fixed intently on the battle on the arena, muttering to himself, "This kid... he's getting more and more interesting..."

As Wang Yao watched Zhuang Yu fight hard on the stage, her tense nerves gradually relaxed.

She knew that her brother Zhuang Yu would definitely win!

Just then, Zhuang Yu suddenly stopped attacking and distanced himself from Wu Di.

He took a deep breath, a gleam in his eyes.

"Next, I'm going to unleash my strongest attack!"

The battle between Zhuang Yu and Wu Di has entered a fierce stage.

The two figures clashed, and the booming sound of their spiritual energy colliding echoed throughout the entire arena.

Wu Di's attacks were as fierce as thunder, each strike carrying the force of destruction, while Zhuang Yu, relying on his newly comprehended "Wind and Thunder Technique," moved as swiftly as the wind, skillfully deflecting Wu Di's offensive.

He would strike swiftly like a gust of wind, or dodge silently like a wisp of smoke, causing Wu Di's attacks to repeatedly miss.

The spectators around the ring were dazzled, and gasps of amazement rose and fell.

They had never seen such a spectacular battle before, with both sides displaying extremely high combat skills and formidable strength.

"This kid is actually fighting Wu Di to a standstill!" a disciple watching the battle exclaimed in amazement.

“Yes, it seems we all underestimated him!” another disciple chimed in.

After a fierce collision, Zhuang Yu and Wu Di briefly separated.

Zhuang Yu's gaze swept across the crowd and landed on Wang Yao.

He gave her a reassuring look, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Wang Yao felt a warmth in her heart when she felt Zhuang Yu's gaze.

She knew that Zhuang Yu was full of confidence and control in battle, which made her feel extremely at ease.

She returned a loving and encouraging look, as if to say, "Keep going, I believe in you!"

This brief exchange filled Zhuang Yu with strength.

He took a deep breath, his eyes shining with determination.

Wu Di looked at Zhuang Yu, his heart filled with surprise.

He never expected that this seemingly unremarkable opponent would possess such formidable strength.

He had initially thought he could win easily, but now it seemed the battle was far more difficult than he had imagined.

"I admit, I underestimated you," Wu Di said in a deep voice. "But I must win this match!"

Zhuang Yu sneered: "The outcome is still uncertain!"

The two clashed again, and the battle became even more intense.

The shockwave generated by the collision of spiritual energy forced the disciples around the arena to take a few steps back.

During one exchange, Zhuang Yu suddenly sensed a flaw in Wu Di's attack.

He was overjoyed, knowing that his opportunity had arrived.

"Now!" Zhuang Yu shouted, his figure flashing forward...

"What are you going to do?" Wu Di realized Zhuang Yu's intention and was startled, but it was too late to stop him...

Zhuang Yu flashed and appeared behind Wu Di like a ghost.

He concentrated all his spiritual power into his right palm and struck Wu Di on the back.

This palm strike contains the essence of the "Wind and Thunder Technique," with speed as fast as lightning and power as fierce and domineering as a tiger.

Wu Di sensed the danger behind him and tried to dodge, but it was too late.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Zhuang Yu's palm strike landed squarely on Wu Di's back.

Wu Di groaned, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily outside the arena.

The entire room fell silent; everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

A moment later, deafening cheers and applause resounded throughout the arena.

"Zhuang Yu! Zhuang Yu! Zhuang Yu!"

The audience cheered Zhuang Yu's name excitedly, applauding his wonderful performance.

Wang Yao was also moved to tears. She clenched her fists tightly, her heart filled with pride and joy.

Elder Zhang stroked his beard, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

He hadn't expected Zhuang Yu to be able to defeat Wu Di, which gave him a new understanding of Zhuang Yu's strength.

Zhuang Yu stood on the arena, feeling the cheers around him, but felt no pride whatsoever.

He knew this was just the beginning, and the competition would be even more difficult in the future.

Moreover, he had a vague feeling that there seemed to be some unknown traps hidden in the rules of this competition, and he had to be more careful.

In a corner of the crowd, a man in black silently watched Zhuang Yu, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He muttered to himself, "Zhuang Yu, you do have some skill, but do you think you can win just like that? The real show is just beginning..."

Wang Yao walked to Zhuang Yu's side and asked with concern, "Brother Zhuang Yu, are you alright?"

Zhuang Yu shook his head and smiled, "I'm fine, just a little tired."

Wang Yao looked at Zhuang Yu with heartache and said softly, "Brother Zhuang Yu, you must be careful, I..."

Suddenly, Wang Yao's expression changed; she sensed a powerful aura rapidly approaching.

"Someone's coming!" Wang Yao exclaimed.

Zhuang Yu also sensed this aura. His expression turned serious, and he warily scanned his surroundings.

"who is it?"

A cold voice rang out on the arena.

A man dressed in black with a cold face slowly walked onto the arena. He stared sharply at Zhuang Yu, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Are you Zhuang Yu?" the man in black asked.

Zhuang Yu felt a chill run down his spine, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

"Who are you?" Zhuang Yu asked.

The man in black did not answer, but slowly extended his right hand...