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

As dawn breaks, rays of light pierce the sky.

Zhuang Yu sat cross-legged, breathing in spiritual energy; a night of cultivation had left him feeling refreshed.

Since defeating the men in black, he has been hailed as a hero of the sect, but the halo of heroism cannot fill his stomach, nor can it help him quickly improve his cultivation.

The Qingyun Sect was already short of resources, and the newly arrived batch of "Dew Grass" became a hot commodity in the eyes of all the Qi Refining disciples.

The Dew-Condensing Grass contains abundant spiritual energy, which greatly benefits the cultivation of disciples in the early stages of Qi Refining.

Zhuang Yu knew that if he missed this opportunity, his cultivation progress would fall far behind.

However, obtaining the Dew-Gathering Grass was no easy task. Other disciples were also eyeing it covetously, including Zhang Dashan, who had always been at odds with Zhuang Yu.

"Hey, isn't this our 'great hero' Zhuang Yu? What, you want to steal the Dew-Gathering Grass too?" Zhang Dashan, along with several disciples, blocked Zhuang Yu's path, speaking in a sarcastic tone.

Ever since losing to Zhuang Yu in the last competition, Zhang Dashan has held a grudge. Now that he sees that Zhuang Yu also wants a share of the pie, he naturally won't let go of this opportunity to ridicule him.

"You only beat me by luck last time. Do you really think you're invincible?" another disciple chimed in, his tone contemptuous.

They deliberately released their spiritual power, creating a sense of oppression, in an attempt to make Zhuang Yu back down.

Wang Yao stood behind Zhuang Yu, her delicate brows slightly furrowed. Although her attitude towards Zhuang Yu had changed somewhat, she still felt worried about these aggressive disciples.

Zhuang Yu remained calm in the face of the provocation.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a playful smile.

"Just lucky? Maybe." He replied casually, but a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.

He slowly raised his right hand, palm facing upward, and a strange energy wave rippled around him.

"Did you... sense anything?" one of the disciples asked somewhat uneasily.

Zhang Dashan also sensed something was wrong. The aura emanating from Zhuang Yu was much stronger than before, which made him feel a strange sense of fear...

A powerful surge of spiritual energy emanated from Zhuang Yu and spread outwards.

The disciples who had initially been dismissive suddenly changed their expressions. What they felt was not the spiritual power of someone in the early stage of Qi Refining, but an unfathomable pressure that made it difficult for them to breathe.

"This... how is this possible?" Zhang Dashan stared wide-eyed in disbelief. He clearly remembered that Zhuang Yu's cultivation level was about the same as his, but now, this powerful spiritual pressure made him feel suffocated.

Zhuang Yu remained calm, a faint smile playing on his lips, as if everything was under his control.

He didn't explain anything, he just stood there quietly, like a majestic mountain, making people dare not approach him easily.

The disciples who had been shouting earlier fell silent, realizing they had messed with the wrong person; Zhuang Yu's strength far exceeded their expectations.

Zhang Dashan was furious and embarrassed, feeling that his dignity had been seriously challenged.

He roared and launched the first attack.

He quickly formed hand seals, and a sharp sword aura shot straight towards Zhuang Yu.

This sword energy was even more ferocious than before, containing all of Zhang Dashan's spiritual power, clearly intended to defeat Zhuang Yu in one fell swoop.

The disciples watching held their breath, knowing that this strike would determine the outcome.

Wang Yao clenched her fists nervously, silently praying that Zhuang Yu would be safe and sound.

Despite the fierce attack, Zhuang Yu remained calm.

He flashed away, dodging the sword energy like a ghost.

Zhang Dashan, enraged by his missed attack, launched several more attacks, each one potentially fatal, but Zhuang Yu skillfully deflected them all.

"This kid's movement technique is so unpredictable!" a disciple exclaimed.

“It seems we all underestimated him,” another disciple remarked.

Zhang Dashan became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. He realized that he couldn't touch Zhuang Yu at all, while Zhuang Yu always managed to find his weaknesses.

A sense of unease rose in his heart. Was he really no match for Zhuang Yu?

Throughout the evasion, Zhuang Yu maintained a calm demeanor.

He was searching for Zhang Dashan's weaknesses, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

He seized the opportunity, quickly forming hand seals while chanting incantations.

"Heavenly Gang Subduing Demon Finger!"

A golden light shot out from Zhuang Yu's fingertip, carrying overwhelming force, heading straight for Zhang Dashan...

"Stop!" a deep voice rang out.

Elder Zhao's appearance interrupted the competition.

His face was gloomy, and his gaze swept over all the disciples present before finally landing on Zhuang Yu.

"Zhuang Yu, you went a bit too far!"

Zhuang Yu, however, showed no fear and cupped his hands, saying, "This disciple was merely acting in self-defense. Zhang Dashan was being so aggressive that this disciple had no choice but to retaliate."

"Self-defense?" Elder Zhao sneered. "I think you're just showing off your strength on purpose! How could a newly initiated disciple like you possess such profound skills?"

He was puzzled. Zhuang Yu was clearly just an ordinary disciple, so how did he suddenly become so powerful?

Could it be that he was hiding his true strength?

"I was fortunate enough to learn it," Zhuang Yu said calmly, without revealing any further details.

Just then, Zhuang Yu's eyes sharpened. Seizing an opening in Zhang Dashan's defenses, a golden light flashed at his fingertips, and he uttered a soft shout: "Heavenly Gang Subduing Demon Finger!" A golden light, even more dazzling than before, shot towards Zhang Dashan like an arrow released from a bow.

This was a new spell he had learned in the mysterious space, far more powerful than before.

Zhang Dashan had no time to react before he was struck by the golden light. He was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out blood, and unable to get up for a long time.

The other disciples, who had been itching to make a move, turned pale with fright upon seeing this and retreated, no longer daring to step forward.

They originally thought Zhuang Yu was just using his strange movement techniques to dodge attacks, but they didn't expect him to have such powerful attack methods.

Wang Yao watched from the side, her eyes filled with admiration.

She walked to Zhuang Yu's side and said softly, "You've become very strong." This was the first time she had praised Zhuang Yu, and her tone carried a hint of tenderness.

Zhuang Yu looked at her, his heart warming. He smiled slightly and said, "I must thank Miss Wang Yao for taking care of me during this time."

Elder Zhao's face grew even more gloomy as he watched this scene.

He hadn't expected Zhuang Yu to defeat Zhang Dashan so easily, which made him feel a sense of threat.

He snorted coldly and said, "I'll let you off this time, but if you dare to be so insolent again, I won't let you off easily!" After saying that, he turned and left.

Zhuang Yu successfully obtained this cultivation resource—a hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum.

He knew that this was just a small step on the path of cultivation.

He gazed into the distance, his eyes deep and thoughtful... "This century-old Ganoderma lucidum will greatly benefit Wang Yao's constitution..."

Having acquired a century-old Ganoderma lucidum, its warm and smooth texture exudes a powerful spiritual energy.

Zhuang Yu smiled slightly. This was nothing more than a piece of cake for him, but it meant a lot to Wang Yao.

"Take this Ganoderma lucidum and refine it." He handed the Ganoderma lucidum to Wang Yao, his tone casual yet domineering.

Wang Yao was taken aback for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. She then took the Ganoderma lucidum and said softly, "Thank you." She could feel the powerful energy contained in this Ganoderma lucidum, enough to allow her to make further progress on her cultivation path.

Zhuang Yu stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance where the layered mountain peaks appeared and disappeared in the clouds and mist.

He knew that this small victory was just the beginning of his journey to immortality.

Countless challenges await him ahead, and the vast and boundless Dao of Heaven awaits his conquest.

He was filled with boundless pride, and an air of dominance over the world welled up within him.

This small sect could never contain this true dragon!

This competition undoubtedly allowed Zhuang Yu to distinguish himself within the sect.

He was originally unknown, but now he has become the focus of everyone's discussion.

Some people admire his strength, some are jealous of his good fortune, and some secretly try to find out the secret behind his sudden increase in strength.

Elder Zhao's gloomy gaze lingered on him, a complex look that mixed fear and suspicion.

The winds are blowing, and an even bigger storm is brewing.