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

The once peaceful and serene mountain gate is now stained with blood.

The air was filled with a nauseating stench of blood, and the corpses of fellow disciples lay scattered among the broken walls and ruins.

Zhuang Yu's heart sank, and a surge of anger burned fiercely from the depths of his heart.

"Damn demonic cultivator!" He gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

Just then, two sinister figures slowly emerged from the ruins, followed by a group of ferocious-looking demonic cultivators.

Leading the way were Ghost One and Ghost Two, emanating a suffocating aura of evil, their blood-dripping demonic blades gleaming with an eerie light.

"Hehehe, I didn't expect there to be a fish that slipped through the net." Gui Yi chuckled sinisterly, his eyes greedily sweeping over Zhuang Yu. "Kid, if you obediently surrender, you can suffer less physical pain."

Gui Er chimed in, "That's right. If you know what's good for you, hand over your storage bag, and maybe we can even leave you with a whole corpse."

Looking at the two demonic cultivators before him, who resembled evil spirits, Zhuang Yu could no longer suppress his anger.

He glanced at them coldly, a disdainful smile playing on his lips.

"You clowns dare to be so insolent in front of me?"

"Hmph, you fool who doesn't know what's good for you!" A murderous glint flashed in Ghost's eyes. "Since you're courting death, then so be it!"

Gui Yi made the first move, his demonic energy surging and transforming into countless black spikes that shot towards Zhuang Yu with a sharp whistling sound.

Zhuang Yu remained calm and composed, flicking his fingertips, and a layer of pale golden spiritual energy shield instantly enveloped him.

The black spikes struck the shield, sparking dazzling sparks and producing a piercing metallic clang.

The disciples watching from all sides held their breath, watching the situation on the field with tense anticipation.

"A mere trick!" Zhuang Yu sneered, his hand seals changed, and the golden light on the shield suddenly intensified, shattering all the incoming spikes.

He seized the opportunity and struck out with his palm, a sharp golden palm wind whistling out and hitting Gui Yi's shoulder.

Ghost let out a muffled groan, staggered back a few steps, his ferocious expression intensified, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

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

Just then, a clear voice broke the tense atmosphere: "Brother Zhuang Yu!" Wang Yao pushed through the crowd and rushed over.

She spotted Zhuang Yu fighting fiercely at a glance, her eyes filled with admiration.

Zhuang Yu also sensed Wang Yao's presence, and his tense expression softened slightly, a warm feeling welling up in his heart.

"Yao'er, why are you here? It's dangerous here, go back quickly!" Zhuang Yu said with concern.

Wang Yao ran to Zhuang Yu's side and grabbed his arm tightly. Her body trembled slightly, both afraid and dependent.

"I won't leave, I want to stay with you!"

"Wang Yao said firmly, her eyes revealing unwavering trust.

Looking into Wang Yao's determined eyes, Zhuang Yu was deeply moved.

Seeing that Ghost One had suffered a loss, Ghost Two smiled sinisterly, and with a flash, he appeared behind Zhuang Yu like a ghost. The demonic blade in his hand, carrying a sharp killing intent, was aimed straight at Zhuang Yu's back.

Just as the demonic blade was about to pierce Zhuang Yu's body, at the critical moment, Zhuang Yu seemed to have sensed it beforehand. He curled up a contemptuous smile, turned to the side and grabbed Wang Yao, while at the same time his right foot kicked out like lightning, hitting Gui Er squarely in the chest.

With a muffled thud, Gui Er flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the broken wall and kicking up a cloud of dust.

He lay sprawled on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper.

Zhuang Yu stood firmly in place, holding Wang Yao in his arms, his eyes sharp, like a war god, exuding a powerful aura.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding disciples erupted in deafening cheers, their morale soaring.

Just then, a blood-red figure descended from the sky, accompanied by a suffocating demonic aura, and slowly landed in front of everyone.

The newcomer was none other than the powerful demonic cultivator—the Blood Demon.

He was tall and had a ferocious face. His blood-red eyes shone with a bloodthirsty light, and he held a huge blood-red demonic blade in his hand, exuding a chilling aura.

Blood Demon looked at Zhuang Yu, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, which then turned into disdain.

"Hmph, brat, you think you can save this sect by defeating two of my men? How utterly laughable!"

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yu didn't get angry but laughed instead. He glanced at the Blood Demon with disdain, his tone full of sarcasm.

"You? A brute who only knows how to kill, do you dare to yell at me? Your methods are nothing but child's play in my eyes."

Blood Demon's face darkened, and killing intent surged in his eyes.

He never expected that this seemingly weak boy would dare to look down on him so much.

Just as he was about to lash out, he saw Zhuang Yu slowly raise his right hand, point at him, and a strange smile curled at the corner of his mouth...

Do you want to know what true despair is?

No sooner had Zhuang Yu finished speaking than the Blood Demon flew into a rage.

He roared to the sky, and a monstrous demonic aura erupted from his body, instantly engulfing the entire sect.

The sky and earth changed color, the sun and moon lost their light, as if the end of the world had arrived.

The already dilapidated mountain gate became even more ruined under the erosion of demonic energy, and a suffocating sense of oppression filled the air.

Some of the weaker disciples fainted under the oppressive force of this powerful demonic energy.

"Boy, you're courting death!" Blood Demon roared, raising his blood-red demonic blade high. A crimson blade light slashed through the darkness, carrying a world-destroying aura, and slashed towards Zhuang Yu.

Despite this devastating blow, Zhuang Yu remained unfazed.

His eyes were closed, and his powerful divine sense spread out, carefully perceiving everything around him.

With his powerful divine sense, he actually discovered a flaw in the Blood Demon Art.

"I see..." Zhuang Yu's lips curled up slightly, and he already had a solution in mind.

He took a deep breath, concentrated all his spiritual power into a single point, and gathered it in his right hand, forming a dazzling golden sphere of light.

"Break!" Zhuang Yu roared, and the golden ball of light in his hand shot out like a meteor, accurately striking the weakness of the Blood Demon Art.

With a deafening roar, the Blood Demon's demonic power shattered like glass, the darkness vanished instantly, and light returned.

The Blood Demon was also forced back several steps by this powerful force, his face filled with shock.

"How is this possible? You actually saw through my demonic arts?" The Blood Demon looked at Zhuang Yu in disbelief, his eyes filled with terror.

The sect leader, seeing Zhuang Yu's performance, smiled with satisfaction.

He had always known that Zhuang Yu was exceptionally talented, but he never expected that he could so easily neutralize the Blood Demon's attack.

It seems he was right about the person.

Zhuang Yu slowly opened his eyes, a sharp glint in them.

He knew that this was only the beginning of the chaos caused by demonic cultivators, and that even greater challenges awaited him.

He gazed into the distance, his heart filled with fighting spirit. He didn't know what other schemes or tricks the demonic cultivators might have up their sleeves, but he was ready to face any challenge.

He gripped Wang Yao's hand tightly, feeling the warmth of her palm, and his heart was filled with strength.

No matter what, he had to protect her and the sect, and safeguard this hard-won peace.