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

A flash of golden light, and the longsword was in hand.

Just as Zhuang Yu was about to engage the ferocious beast, he suddenly sensed an unusual aura.

He quickly withdrew his spiritual power, concealed his longsword, and cautiously looked around.

The ferocious beast also stopped and nervously pawed at the ground, seemingly sensing the strange aura as well.

Just then, two figures flew over from a distance and arrived in front of Zhuang Yu in the blink of an eye.

Zhuang Yu had just stepped out of the spirit realm and hadn't even adjusted to the light outside when he heard a cold laugh: "Heh heh, kid, you've got quite a haul!"

He squinted and made out who it was.

The leader was a man wearing a blue robe named Yang Fei, who was at the mid-stage of Core Formation.

Behind him followed a short, stout man named Zhao Qi, who had reached the peak of Qi Refining.

Both of them had a greedy glint in their eyes as they stared intently at Zhuang Yu.

Zhuang Yu clenched his fist.

Yang Fei, with an arrogant expression, pointed at Zhuang Yu and said, "Hand over everything you obtained from the Spirit Realm, and perhaps I can spare your life!" He was certain that Zhuang Yu had just come out of the Spirit Realm and was in a weak state, and that his side had the advantage in numbers, so Zhuang Yu would not dare to resist.

"You two pieces of trash?" Zhuang Yu sneered, his tone full of disdain. "You think you can mess with me? You're courting death!" He deliberately feigned weakness, but secretly mobilized his spiritual power, preparing to teach the two a lesson.

Seeing Zhuang Yu's disdain, Zhao Qi was furious. Taking advantage of the moment when Yang Fei was distracting Zhuang Yu, he sneakily circled behind Zhuang Yu, and a dagger appeared in his hand, gleaming with a cold light. He then stabbed Zhuang Yu in the back.

However, Zhuang Yu seemed to have anticipated this, and with a slight shift of his body, he deftly dodged the fatal blow.

Without even turning around, he kicked Zhao Qi squarely in the stomach.

With a muffled thud, Zhao Qi flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting blood, staring at Zhuang Yu with a face full of terror, as if he had seen some terrifying monster.

Enraged at the sight, Yang Fei roared, "You're courting death!" He summoned a cyan flying sword, its blade humming and emitting a sharp sword aura.

The flying sword transformed into a streak of azure light, heading straight for Zhuang Yu.

Zhuang Yu curled a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, calmly extended two fingers, and casually caught the flying sword.

Yang Fei's expression changed drastically. He felt as if his flying sword was stuck in a quagmire, and no matter how much spiritual power he activated, he could not move it even an inch.

"Is this all you've got? You dare to rob people?" Zhuang Yu's tone was icy, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He flicked his finger, and the flying sword broke in two with a "clang" and fell to the ground.

Yang Fei was shocked. He never imagined that this seemingly young cultivator would possess such great strength.

He took several steps back, his eyes filled with fear.

Zhuang Yu did not make a move immediately, but watched Yang Fei with great interest, like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Bring on whatever tricks you have up your sleeve."

Yang Fei took a deep breath, suppressing the fear in his heart. He knew he had met a tough opponent today.

But he had no intention of giving up. He gritted his teeth, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

He refused to believe that this kid was really that powerful!

"Kid, don't get cocky! I..." Yang Fei once again channeled his spiritual power, his aura surging, intending to make a desperate gamble...

Seeing Zhuang Yu dodge twice, Yang Fei assumed he could only dodge, so he increased the intensity of his attack. His hand seals changed, and the fragments of the cyan flying sword actually re-condensed in the air, turning into countless tiny blades that attacked Zhuang Yu like a rain of pear blossoms.

He was full of confidence; with such a dense barrage of attacks, even if Zhuang Yu was fast, he would have a hard time completely dodging them.

However, just when Yang Fei thought victory was assured, Zhuang Yu suddenly stopped dodging and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Yang Fei inwardly cried out in alarm, but it was too late to react.

Zhuang Yu quickly formed hand seals, and a golden beam of spiritual energy shot out from his hands, striking Yang Fei squarely in the chest.

"Pfft!" Yang Fei spat out a mouthful of blood, his face filled with disbelief.

He never expected that Zhuang Yu would suddenly counterattack while he was dodging, and that the counterattack would be so swift and precise!

His prized sword formation was as fragile as paper before Zhuang Yu's pillar of spiritual energy, utterly vulnerable.

Zhuang Yu pressed his advantage, launching another attack before Yang Fei could recover.

He moved like lightning, instantly appearing in front of Yang Fei and throwing a punch that struck Yang Fei squarely in the abdomen.

"Bang!" Yang Fei was knocked away again, crashing heavily to the ground and groaning in pain.

Zhao Qi, standing to the side, was already terrified. He never imagined that he and Yang Fei, working together, would be so easily defeated by a cultivator who looked so young.

He tried to escape, but found that his legs felt like they were filled with lead and he couldn't move at all.

Zhuang Yu walked towards Yang Fei step by step, each step feeling like it was stepping on Yang Fei's heart, filling him with immense fear.

"Now, do you still think I'm a piece of trash?" Zhuang Yu looked down at Yang Fei, his tone icy.

Yang Fei was terrified. He struggled to get up, but found that he was powerless to resist.

"Spare...spare me..." he said, trembling, his eyes filled with fear.

Zhao Qi also knelt down and begged for mercy: "Senior, spare our lives! We were blind and didn't recognize your greatness. We offended you, senior. Please forgive our petty offense and spare our lives!"

Seeing the two kneeling and begging for mercy in such a miserable state, Zhuang Yu felt a surge of satisfaction.

He smiled slightly and said, "Remember, if you dare to mess with me again, the consequences won't be so simple."

After saying that, Zhuang Yu turned and left, leaving Yang Fei and Zhao Qi trembling on the ground.

Zhuang Yu gazed into the distance, and suddenly a person came to mind...

"If Wang Yao saw me looking so majestic..."

Zhuang Yu thought of Wang Yao. If she saw him looking so majestic, her eyes would surely light up with admiration.

A gentle smile appeared on his face, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

This girl, although she always puts on a calm demeanor, is actually still a little girl deep down. She likes to be praised and to be relied upon.

"When we get back, I'll definitely tease her a bit," Zhuang Yu thought to himself with a sense of smug satisfaction, his steps becoming lighter.

After dealing with Yang Fei and the other two, Zhuang Yu did not rush on his way, but turned and headed towards the forest near the Spirit Realm.

He knew that this forest also harbored many dangers, perhaps even more perilous than the interior of the Spirit Realm.

Having gone through the trials of the Spirit Realm and easily dealt with Yang Fei and Zhao Qi, these two clowns, Zhuang Yu was now full of confidence and even looking forward to the challenges ahead.

"Let me see what treasures are hidden in this forest." A confident smile appeared on his lips, and his eyes gleamed with excitement.

Stepping into the forest, a damp smell hits you.

The surrounding trees are towering and lush, blocking out the sun and making the forest exceptionally dark.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, which made a "rustling" sound when stepped on.

A faint smell of decay permeated the air, making one feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Zhuang Yu slowed his pace, cautiously observing his surroundings.

He knew that in this forest, any carelessness could come at a terrible price.

He released his divine sense and carefully examined everything around him.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew by, bringing with it a strange fragrance.

The fragrance is very unique, resembling both floral and medicinal scents, making one feel refreshed and relaxed.

Zhuang Yu's heart stirred, and he followed the direction of the fragrance.

He guessed that the source of the fragrance was likely some kind of rare medicinal herb.

After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Zhuang Yu arrived at an open space.

In the center of the open space, a strange plant was growing.

The plant radiates a faint golden light, its leaves are as translucent as jade, and it bears a fist-sized fruit that emits an enticing fragrance.

Zhuang Yu recognized it at a glance; it was the legendary "Golden Jade Spirit Fruit," an extremely precious spiritual medicine that could greatly enhance a cultivator's cultivation level.

He was overjoyed and was about to go forward to pick it when he suddenly heard a cold voice: "Boy, this Golden Jade Spirit Fruit is mine!"

Zhuang Yu turned around abruptly and saw an old man dressed in black appear behind him at some point.

The old man's face was gloomy, his eyes gleaming with greed as he stared intently at the golden jade fruit.

He stretched out his withered hand and said in a sinister tone, "Hand it over!"