Mythical Cultivation

Chapter 225 The mission is over

After his injuries improved slightly, Wu Ming didn't dare to waste time and immediately set off to return to the battlefield. When he returned to the battlefield, he saw the mess on the ground and couldn't help but sigh in admiration at the power of the foundation-building cultivators. He wondered when he would become a foundation-building cultivator himself.

It was already the second day, and time flew by. Because the three fellow disciples had sustained serious injuries, Wu Ming had no choice but to lead them to rest temporarily at Senior Brother Xiao's residence, where they spent a long night.

The morning sun streamed through the windows into the room, awakening everyone from their slumber. Wu Ming got up early, packed his belongings, and headed to the living room to say goodbye to Senior Brother Xiao.

When he saw Xiao Changfeng leisurely drinking tea, he quickly stepped forward, bowed respectfully and said, "Brother Xiao, I've been bothering you all night. Now that my injuries are healed, I won't delay any longer and will take my leave first!"

Xiao Changfeng put down the teacup in his hand, nodded with a smile, and responded, "I know that Junior Brother has an important mission, so I won't force you to stay. But the journey is long and full of dangers, so I hope Junior Brother will be careful along the way!"

Wu Ming once again clasped his fists in thanks for Xiao Changfeng's concern and reminder, then turned and slowly left Xiao Changfeng's residence. After walking out of the gate, Wu Ming looked back at this magnificent and imposing mansion, feeling deeply moved.

Then, he set off without hesitation, not staying in the bustling Baiye County for too long. He walked through the bustling streets and soon left the city gate.

Wu Ming boarded the Spirit Boat and activated the formation. The Spirit Boat instantly soared into the air, transforming into a stream of light as it sped off into the distance. His destination was to complete his mission by visiting the locations of the disciples and clansmen of several major factions who were stationed outside.

"Fellow Daoist! Why do you have to force me like this?" A thin, gaunt young man was huddled in a seemingly shaky, precarious shield. His face was filled with fear and helplessness. Through the thin veil of light, he looked at a plain-looking young monk standing outside and shouted in a trembling voice, "This is just a mission. Fellow Daoist, why can't you be so kind as to help me?"

However, in the face of his pleading, the young monk outside showed no mercy. He simply raised his hands expressionlessly and quickly formed a magical spell with both hands. In an instant, several crystal-clear water balls appeared in the air, like falling meteors, smashing into the fragile shield with a fierce momentum.

Even before this, the thin young man's situation was already dire. The shield he relied on, relentlessly attacked by a gleaming golden sword, had already been battered and on the verge of collapse. The sudden onslaught of water balls was undoubtedly the straw that broke the camel's back. A crisp crack echoed throughout the surroundings, and the shield instantly shattered, dissipating into tiny specks of starlight.

Without the shield's protection, the thin young man was completely exposed to the enemy. At that moment, the golden flying sword, which had been lurking in his sights, darted towards him like lightning, slicing through the young man's neck with lightning speed. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and the young man's head flew high into the air before falling heavily to the ground.

After completing the kill, the cold-blooded young monk glanced indifferently at the corpse on the ground. With a gentle wave of his hand, he collected all the treasures and spoils from the deceased's body. Then, he skillfully cast a spell, completely clearing away the bloodstains and traces of the struggle. Having done all this, he didn't even linger for a moment. He turned and walked away without looking back, quickly disappearing at the end of this desolate land.

This young man was Wu Ming. After leaving the bustling Baiye City, he embarked on a challenging journey. Along the way, he wandered around, passed through several counties, and traveled thousands of miles.

Over the course of more than a month, Wu Ming encountered numerous hardships and dangers. Along the way, he encountered dozens of disciples and members from the three major families and the Hehuan Sect. Although the journey was not smooth, sometimes calm, sometimes turbulent, and even placed him in danger several times, Wu Ming persevered through unwavering faith and unwavering perseverance.

Hard work pays off, and he has now accumulated over two hundred Contribution Points. However, as time passed, the situation gradually changed. The Qingyun Sect disciples who had been pursuing him relentlessly seemed to be slowing down their pursuit, and the major factions began to tighten their defenses, becoming less aggressive than before. As a result, during this journey, Wu Ming found that the probability of encountering people from these major factions was becoming increasingly smaller.

Faced with this shift in circumstances, Wu Ming, after careful consideration, resolutely made a decision: to cease his mission and return to the sect to concentrate on cultivation. He knew that only by continuous cultivation could he quickly break through to the ninth level of Qi Refining.

A few days later, the sun shone down on the winding mountain road, illuminating Wu Ming's slightly tired yet hopeful figure. After several days of traveling, he finally returned to the familiar sect's location.

As soon as he entered the sect's territory, Wu Ming rushed to Qingyun Market. There, at a shop called Heshengtang, his long-awaited grandfather was waiting for him. This was something they had agreed on long beforehand. Wu Tianlong, knowing full well that his grandson might encounter numerous obstacles on his mission, was deeply concerned and had instructed Wu Ming to rejoin him immediately upon completing his mission.

When Wu Ming stepped into Heshengtang, he saw his grandfather sitting behind the counter with a frown on his face, seemingly lost in deep thought.

Hearing footsteps, Grandpa Wu suddenly looked up, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "A-Ming is back! Come over here and let me see you. Did you encounter any danger along the way?" He quickly walked over to Wu Ming, firmly grasped his shoulders, and looked him up and down, occasionally touching and prodding him, as if he feared his grandson might be missing some part. Only after confirming that Wu Ming was intact did the old man's heart settle a little.

"Grandpa, I'm fine. Don't worry about me." Wu Ming smiled and comforted him. Then he asked his grandfather about the recent business situation in the store: "Grandpa, how is our store's business lately?"