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

Zhuang Yu's figure disappeared into the night, with only the sound of the mountain wind accompanying him.

His journey was not aimless. His previous encounter with the Blood Demon allowed him to vaguely detect the direction of demonic energy, which was heading towards the northwest of the sect.

He quickened his pace, flew on his sword, and his figure streaked across the night sky like a streak of light.

Along the way, he encountered several suspicious-looking cultivators.

They wore the attire of different sects, but their eyes were empty and lifeless, and they exuded a faint demonic aura.

Zhuang Yu felt a chill run down his spine and approached stealthily, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"The power promised by Lord Blood Demon is indeed extraordinary!" A short, stout cultivator rubbed his hands excitedly, his eyes gleaming with greed.

"Shh, keep your voice down! It'll be troublesome if the righteous people hear us." Another tall, thin cultivator cautiously looked around, his tone tinged with fear.

"What's there to be afraid of? We have now gained great power, and those hypocrites of the righteous path are no match for us!" The short, fat cultivator sneered disdainfully.

Zhuang Yu understood immediately; it seemed these cultivators had been bewitched by the demonic cultivators and had become their puppets.

He quietly circulated his spiritual energy, preparing to deal with any unexpected situations.

Suddenly, the tall, thin cultivator seemed to sense something and abruptly turned his head to look in Zhuang Yu's direction, shouting, "Who's there?!"

The others also became alert and fixed their gazes on Zhuang Yu.

Their gazes gradually turned fierce, and a red light ignited in their empty eyes.

"Who are you? Why are you following us so suspiciously?" the short, stout cultivator shouted, his hand already gripping his weapon tightly.

Knowing he had been exposed, Zhuang Yu decided to stop hiding and slowly emerged from the shadows.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. "Who I am is not important. What is important is that you have been exposed."

The cultivators, corrupted by demonic energy, let out a strange cry and unleashed their magical treasures, attacking Zhuang Yu.

Their attacks, though seemingly chaotic, possess a strange, magical power that makes them impossible to defend against.

Zhuang Yu dared not be careless and summoned his magic weapon to deal with the situation cautiously.

"Overestimating yourself!" Zhuang Yu sneered, and the magic weapon in his hand shone brightly...

The magic weapon in his hand shone brightly, and a sharp sword aura shot out, heading straight for the short, stout cultivator.

The short, stout cultivator let out a strange cry and raised his shield to block.

The sword energy collided with the shield, producing a loud bang and sparks flying everywhere.

The short, stout cultivator was knocked back several steps, but he was not injured at all.

Zhuang Yu frowned slightly; it seemed these remnants of demonic cultivation were even more troublesome than he had imagined.

He brandished his magic weapon again, unleashing several sword energies that attacked the other cultivators.

Although these cultivators were not highly skilled, their physical strength was exceptionally impressive. Even when struck by sword energy, they could quickly recover from their injuries.

Zhuang Yu realized that this must be a new method used by demonic cultivators to enhance the physical body of the controlled, turning them into fearless puppets.

Since ordinary attacks are ineffective, let's attack their spiritual energy source!

Zhuang Yu had a sudden thought and changed his tactics.

He concentrated his spiritual power into a single point, transforming it into a sword aura as thin as a hair, which pierced straight into the short, stout cultivator's dantian.

The short, stout cultivator screamed, his body trembling violently, and the red light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Upon seeing this, the other cultivators retreated in fear.

Although they were controlled by demonic energy, their instinctive will to survive remained.

Zhuang Yu gave them no chance to catch their breath, his sword energy raining down like raindrops, accurately striking their dantian.

One by one, the cultivators fell to the ground, losing their fighting ability.

The aftershocks of the battle reverberated through the surrounding trees, causing leaves to fall and creating a tense atmosphere.

Zhuang Yu stood amidst the fallen leaves, his figure as upright as a pine tree.

A warm feeling suddenly welled up in his heart, and he thought of Wang Yao.

He knew that Wang Yao must be worried about him back in the sect at that moment.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Yu's eyes filled with love.

It was this love that strengthened his resolve to eliminate the remnants of the demonic cultivators.

He took a deep breath and turned his gaze to the northwest, where the real battlefield was!

Suddenly, he sensed a powerful demonic aura rapidly approaching.

A chill ran through him as he muttered to himself, "It's finally here..."

Sword energy crisscrossed, leaving afterimages flashing.

Zhuang Yu's figure was elusive, moving like a ghost among the cultivators controlled by demonic energy.

Each of his strikes was incredibly precise, hitting their dantian directly and forcing out the demonic energy within them.

Some cultivators who were not yet fully controlled gradually regained their clarity of mind after the demonic energy was dispelled. They looked around in horror, realizing that they had been used by the demonic cultivators, and were filled with remorse.

"Thank you so much for saving our lives, senior!" The rescued cultivators all knelt down before Zhuang Yu, their eyes filled with gratitude.

Zhuang Yu smiled calmly and helped everyone up. "Fellow Daoists, there's no need for such formalities. Exorcising demons and protecting the righteous path is the duty of us cultivators." His gaze sharpened as he swept over everyone. "Do any of you know where these remnants of demonic cultivation are hiding?"

A young cultivator stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Reporting to senior, I overheard them mentioning the 'Blood Moon Cave,' which seems to be their secret stronghold."

“Blood Moon Cave…” Zhuang Yu pondered for a moment, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. “Alright, let me go and meet them!” He took out a jade slip from his storage bag and handed it to the young cultivator. “This is my self-created Cleansing Mantra, which can help you expel the residual demonic energy in your body and consolidate your cultivation.”

After receiving the clue, Zhuang Yu did not linger for a moment and immediately set off for Blood Moon Cave.

He flew on his sword at lightning speed, with the mountains rushing past beneath his feet.

According to clues provided by the young cultivator, Blood Moon Cave is located deep in a desolate mountain, where yin energy permeates the air and sunlight never shines, making it an ideal hiding place for demonic cultivators.

Soon, Zhuang Yu found the Blood Moon Cave.

The cave entrance was shrouded in a thick layer of black mist, emanating a nauseating stench.

Zhuang Yu held his breath and cautiously approached the cave entrance.

He had expected fierce resistance and was even prepared to confront the Blood Demon head-on.

However, upon entering the cave, he found it empty, containing only a group of puppets with vacant eyes and stiff movements.

These puppets were not highly skilled, but there were a great many of them, densely packed throughout the cave.

Zhuang Yu was puzzled. Could the intelligence be wrong?

Just then, a chilling laugh came from behind him: "Hehehe... I didn't expect you to actually find this place."

Zhuang Yu turned around abruptly and saw two demonic cultivators dressed in black with ferocious faces appear behind him.

It was the Blood Demon who had escaped earlier, along with his two henchmen, Ghost One and Ghost Two.

The Blood Demon wore a mocking smile, his eyes flashing with a sinister light. "Zhuang Yu, you've walked right into our trap! Today is your death day!"

Zhuang Yu remained completely unfazed, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Is that so? I'd like to see whose death is coming!"

Blood Demon's expression changed, and a sense of unease rose in his heart.

He shouted sternly, "Ghost One, Ghost Two, make your move!"

Ghost One and Ghost Two attacked simultaneously, two black beams of light hurtling towards Zhuang Yu.

Zhuang Yu was prepared and easily dodged the attack with a swift movement.

"Is that all you've got?" Zhuang Yu mocked.

Blood Demon's face darkened, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He hadn't expected Zhuang Yu to be so powerful, able to easily dodge the combined attack of Ghost One and Ghost Two.

"It seems we underestimated you..." the Blood Demon said coldly, a blood-red longsword appearing in his hand. "Then let me show you my true strength!"

Before the Blood Demon could finish speaking, his figure transformed into a blood-red shadow and charged towards Zhuang Yu.

The blood-red longsword sliced ​​through the air with a piercing shriek...

Zhuang Yu's eyes narrowed as the blood-red sword light struck like a bolt of lightning. Instead of retreating, Zhuang Yu advanced, and the magic weapon in his hand shone brightly, transforming into a golden barrier.

With a deafening roar, the sword energy collided with the barrier, stirring up waves of air.

A hint of surprise flashed in the Blood Demon's eyes; Zhuang Yu's strength seemed to have increased even more than before.

"A mere trick!" Zhuang Yu sneered, his figure vanishing abruptly, reappearing behind the Blood Demon.

He pointed his fingers into a sword shape, slashed through the air, and a golden sword aura shot out, heading straight for the Blood Demon's back.

The Blood Demon reacted extremely quickly, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow, but his left shoulder was still grazed by the sword energy, and blood splattered everywhere.

His face contorted in rage, and he roared as he wildly brandished his blood-red sword, transforming it into a blood-red storm that enveloped Zhuang Yu.

"Overestimating yourself!" A hint of disdain flashed in Zhuang Yu's eyes as he quickly formed hand seals and chanted incantations.

A powerful surge of spiritual energy emanated from him, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

"Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Technique!" Zhuang Yu roared, and the sky changed color as golden lightning bolts descended from the heavens, striking the blood-red storm.

Thunder and blood energy intertwined, erupting into a deafening roar.

Seeing this, Ghost One and Ghost Two rushed forward to help, but were blasted away by the powerful spiritual pressure released by Zhuang Yu, spitting out blood and collapsing to the ground.

The crimson storm gradually dissipated, revealing the blood demon's disheveled figure.

His clothes were tattered and charred in many places, and his breathing was disordered, clearly indicating that he had suffered serious injuries.

“You…you actually…” The Blood Demon pointed at Zhuang Yu, his eyes filled with fear.

Zhuang Yu walked step by step toward the Blood Demon, each step feeling as if it were treading on his heart.

"I told you, today is your death day!"

Without further ado, Zhuang Yu's magic weapon flashed, and a golden light streaked across the sky. The Blood Demon let out a miserable scream, and its body instantly turned to ashes, leaving only a blood-red ring lying on the ground.

Upon seeing this, Ghost One and Ghost Two were terrified and knelt down, begging for mercy: "Senior, spare our lives! We are willing to submit to you!"

A cold glint flashed in Zhuang Yu's eyes, "The remnants of demonic cultivation should be killed by everyone!" He raised his sword and brought it down, two golden lights flashed, and Ghost One and Ghost Two followed in the footsteps of the Blood Demon.

Zhuang Yu stood still, a powerful aura emanating from him, like a war god.

He looked down at the three piles of ashes on the ground, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

Although he had eliminated the three demonic cultivators, Zhuang Yu felt no relief whatsoever.

He always felt that things were not so simple, and that there seemed to be an even greater force hidden behind these three demonic cultivators.

He picked up the ring left behind by the Blood Demon, probed it with his divine sense, and his expression suddenly changed.

He gazed into the distance, muttering to himself, "Blood Fiend Sect... It seems things are more complicated than I imagined..."

He suddenly turned around, his gaze sharp as he stared at a point in the void, and said coldly, "Since you've come, why not show yourself?"