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

"Could it be... the Seven-Colored Soul-Gathering Grass?!" Zhuang Yu held his breath, his heart racing.

This legendary herb actually appeared before his eyes!

He carefully reached out his hand, his fingertips gently touching the leaf that emitted a soft glow. A surge of pure spiritual energy instantly flowed into his body, invigorating him.

Just as he was about to acquire this precious herb, a repulsive voice came from behind him.

"Hey, isn't this Brother Zhuang? What good luck!"

Zhuang Yu's heart sank. He slowly turned around and saw Yang Fei leading Zhao Qi, walking towards him with a greedy look on his face.

Yang Fei stared intently at the Seven-Colored Soul-Gathering Grass, as if he couldn't wait to possess it immediately.

"I saw this spiritual herb first, but Brother Zhuang beat me to it." He smiled broadly, but his tone was full of unquestionable domineering authority.

Zhuang Yu sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Yang Fei, have you no shame? I clearly arrived at this valley first, yet you're blatantly lying!"

Yang Fei's face darkened, and his eyes turned sinister.

"Zhuang Yu, if you know what's good for you, hand over the spirit herb obediently, otherwise..." He paused deliberately, a hint of threat flashing in his eyes.

"Otherwise what?" Zhuang Yu met his gaze without fear, his tone full of provocation.

Yang Fei snorted coldly and said no more, but gave Zhao Qi a wink.

Zhao Qi understood immediately and let out a sinister laugh...

Zhao Qi grinned maliciously, drew his long sword from his waist, and a sharp sword aura shot straight at Zhuang Yu's face.

Zhuang Yu snorted coldly, his figure swaying slightly as he easily dodged the attack.

With a backhand flick, a stream of pure spiritual energy transformed into an invisible force, striking Zhao Qi squarely in the chest.

Zhao Qi screamed and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a large tree. Leaves fell one after another, as if marveling at Zhuang Yu's strength.

When Yang Fei saw that Zhao Qi was defeated in one move, his face immediately darkened.

He knew that Zhuang Yu's strength was not to be underestimated and dared not be disrespectful in the slightest.

He quickly formed hand seals and chanted incantations, emanating a powerful surge of spiritual energy from his body.

"Zhuang Yu, I admit you have some skill, but do you think you can protect the Seven-Colored Soul-Gathering Grass like this? Wishful thinking!" Yang Fei roared, thrusting his hands forward with force.

Streams of sharp spiritual energy shot towards Zhuang Yu like swords.

These spiritual swords were extremely fast, whistling through the air with a sharp sound that sent chills down one's spine.

Zhuang Yu dared not be careless and quickly used his spiritual energy movement technique to weave and dodge through the dense rain of spiritual energy swords.

His movements were elusive, like a ghost, making him impossible to fathom.

"Boom boom boom!" The rain of spiritual energy swords struck the surrounding rocks, creating deafening explosions. Shards flew and dust billowed, demonstrating the intensity of the battle.

Seeing that he could not break through after a long attack, Yang Fei became increasingly anxious.

He gritted his teeth and pushed his spiritual power to its limit, increasing the density and speed of the spiritual power sword rain once again.

Zhuang Yu's hiding space was getting smaller and smaller, and some small wounds began to appear on his body.

Just when Yang Fei thought victory was assured, Zhuang Yu suddenly revealed a strange smile.

He stopped dodging and faced Yang Fei's attack head-on, his eyes filled with confidence and...

Crazy.

“Yang Fei,” Zhuang Yu’s voice was deep and powerful, “Do you think this is all the strength I have? You’re too naive!”

Zhuang Yu suddenly stopped dodging and instead faced Yang Fei's attack head-on.

He quickly formed hand seals and chanted incantations. A powerful spiritual energy condensed in front of him, forming a semi-transparent barrier that emitted a faint golden light.

Yang Fei's spiritual energy sword rain poured down like a torrential downpour, striking the barrier with crisp clanging sounds, but it couldn't budge the barrier in the slightest.

Upon seeing this, Yang Fei's expression changed drastically.

He hadn't expected Zhuang Yu to have such powerful defensive measures, and he couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

In the instant he was stunned, Zhuang Yu seized his weakness, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

He removed the barrier and appeared before Yang Fei in an instant, moving like lightning.

"You've been tricked!" Zhuang Yu sneered, clenched his right fist, and slammed it into Yang Fei's chest.

"Oh!"

With a muffled thud, Yang Fei was sent flying backward as if struck by a giant hammer, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face filled with disbelief.

He never expected that he would be hit so easily by Zhuang Yu.

Seeing this, Zhao Qi was terrified and turned to run away.

"Trying to run? Not so easy!" Zhuang Yu snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and he instantly appeared behind Zhao Qi, kicking him to the ground.

Zhuang Yu pressed his advantage, beating Yang Fei and Zhao Qi until they were powerless to fight back.

They lay on the ground, disheveled and covered in wounds, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

Zhuang Yu stood before them, his heart filled with joy.

He looked down at the two of them and said in an icy tone, "If you dare to mess with me again, the consequences won't be so simple!"

He turned and walked towards the seven-colored Soul-Gathering Grass, reaching out his hand...

"Wait!" An old voice suddenly came from the depths of the valley.

Zhuang Yu's outstretched hand did not stop. He uprooted the Seven-Colored Soul-Gathering Grass, and a rich spiritual energy instantly spread out.

He looked at the spiritual herb in his hand, feeling the powerful spiritual energy emanating from it, and an excited smile appeared on his face.

The Seven-Colored Soul-Gathering Grass is the main ingredient for refining the Soul-Gathering Pill. With it, his chances of breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage will greatly increase!

"Boy, this spiritual herb is not for you to lay a finger on!" The aged voice rang out again, carrying a hint of oppressive power.

Zhuang Yu felt a chill run down his spine and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw an old man in a gray robe slowly walking out from the depths of the valley.

The old man had white hair and beard, a ruddy complexion, and sharp eyes like an eagle. He exuded a powerful aura and was clearly a master of the Nascent Soul stage!

"This junior has no intention of offending you, senior. It's just that this spiritual herb is of utmost importance to me," Zhuang Yuqiang said respectfully, suppressing his unease.

"Hmph, flattery!" the old man sneered. "This spiritual herb is something I've cultivated for many years; how could I allow you to take it away?"

Zhuang Yu inwardly cursed, realizing that things were unlikely to end well today.

He took a deep breath and prepared himself for battle.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

The once peaceful valley suddenly began to tremble violently, and huge cracks appeared in the ground, with streams of scorching magma gushing out from the earth.

"Oh no, it's an eruption of subterranean fire!" The old man's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in alarm.

Zhuang Yu was also startled, not expecting such a sudden turn of events.

He quickly put the Seven-Colored Soul-Gathering Grass into his storage bag, then flashed away and fled out of the valley.

Seeing this, the old man no longer cared about Zhuang Yu and turned to flee in another direction.

In the valley, lava spewed forth, the earth shook, and it was as if the end of the world had come.

After escaping the valley, Zhuang Yu looked back and saw that the entire valley had been swallowed by lava, and he couldn't help but feel a chill of fear.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and then turned and left.

He left the valley with the medicinal herb, knowing he was getting closer and closer to his goal.

But he also understood that there were many more challenges waiting for him in the Spirit Realm.

He was full of fighting spirit and looked forward to the challenges ahead.

He didn't know what obstacles he would encounter in his search for the next spiritual object. Suddenly, he stopped and his gaze fell on a giant tree not far ahead...

"Who?"