Mythical Cultivation

Chapter 224 Reinforcements Arrive

A cold glint flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he swung his spear again. The tip of the spear flashed with a chilling light, stabbing straight at Wu Ming's back, clearly intending to finish him off in one fell swoop and leave the city as quickly as possible. However, Wu Ming knew that his blind escape would be futile. As he heard approaching footsteps behind him and the chilling sound of a blade breaking through the air, he didn't even turn his head, but unhesitatingly swung another talisman.

In an instant, the talisman burst into dazzling light in the air, and instantly turned into an ice wolf that exuded a biting cold air. It opened its bloody mouth and pounced towards the middle-aged man at lightning speed.

Just as the middle-aged man was about to successfully kill Wu Ming, a figure suddenly appeared between him and Wu Ming like a ghost, like an insurmountable mountain. This sudden appearance made the middle-aged man, who had been confident of victory, frown.

However, this powerful middle-aged man was not easily intimidated. He snorted coldly, and his spiritual energy instantly surged. His hand gestures shifted continuously. In the blink of an eye, several rays of cold light shot out from his fingertips, heading straight for the newly appeared opponent—a massive ice wolf emitting a biting cold aura.

Faced with such a fierce attack, the ice wolf showed no fear. It opened its bloody maw and spewed out a stream of piercing cold, attempting to block the icy light. But the middle-aged man's attack was too powerful. In just a few breaths, the majestic ice wolf was reduced to a pile of fine ice cubes in a series of explosions.

After overcoming two obstacles in a row, the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel a bit irritated. He knew that he was in a place guarded by Qingyun Sect's inner disciples and couldn't stay there for long. Otherwise, if they were to attract them, things would become extremely difficult. With this in mind, he decided to make a quick decision and stopped pursuing Wu Ming. Instead, he controlled the extremely sharp spear in his hand and stabbed Wu Ming at a distance of over a hundred feet with lightning speed.

In a flash, the spear roared towards him, carrying immense force. Wu Ming was already severely wounded, but fortunately, he still had the protection of a magical weapon called the "Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda." At the crucial moment, Wu Ming exerted all his might to unleash the weapon's power. A brilliant, multicolored curtain of light suddenly rose, abruptly blocking the spear's fatal blow.

Although the blow didn't kill Wu Ming, the powerful impact still caused him to feel like he had been hit hard, and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood. However, unexpectedly, Wu Ming used this impact to rush forward dozens of feet, plunging headfirst into the endless darkness ahead.

Although Wu Ming had temporarily escaped the middle-aged man's pursuit, the distance between them was only a mere two hundred feet. This distance was nothing to the middle-aged man, possessing a powerful spiritual sense; it was still within his range of perception. Through his spiritual sense, the middle-aged man clearly saw that the "Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda" on Wu Ming's body, which had been relied upon for survival, had dimmed, clearly unable to withstand further attacks. His lips curled up slightly, revealing a cruel smile, as he thought: Now, let's see how you can escape from my grasp! Then, the middle-aged man once again summoned his spiritual power, preparing to deliver the final, fatal blow to Wu Ming, bringing the pursuit to an end.

However, at that moment, his incredibly sharp spiritual sense suddenly detected an extremely powerful aura, like a surging torrent, brazenly invading his spiritual awareness range! A rough sense suggested that the aura was still four miles away, but in the blink of an eye, it had closed to three miles. Its speed was astonishing!

His heart sank, and he exclaimed inwardly, "Oh no! It's this inner disciple of the Qingyun Sect, arriving so swiftly!" At this moment, how could he even think about Wu Ming standing beside him? Without hesitation, he reached out with one hand, catching his son, Zheng Yixuan, tightly in his grasp like an eagle catching a chick. Then, with a flash of lightning, his feet swiftly moved, and without even a moment to turn his head, he was darting out of the city.

The other three Zheng clan members had just been secretly congratulating themselves on their good fortune, unexpectedly encountering a Foundation Establishment Stage senior from their clan. This senior was incredibly powerful, and with just a few moves, he had beaten those despicable enemies to death or injury, forcing them to flee in panic. But who could have imagined that in the blink of an eye, this Foundation Establishment senior would abandon them and flee on his own.

Just as the middle-aged man hurriedly fled the place with his son, a figure suddenly appeared here like a ghost within a few breaths. Upon closer inspection, the person who came was none other than Xiao Changfeng from the Qingyun Sect!

He approached the three outer disciples lying on the ground, their lives unknown. In the dim moonlight, he carefully examined their condition. After a moment's observation, he found that while they were severely injured, they were still breathing. He then pulled three faintly fragrant pills from his pocket and placed them into the mouths of the three men. These pills were treasured possessions he had long cherished, possessing miraculous healing properties.

After doing all this, he suddenly turned, his gaze piercing as he directed a fierce look at the other three masked men. He casually swung his palm, sending a whistling wind blasting through the air, striking the three men with overwhelming force. The three masked men had no time to react and were instantly sent flying, landing heavily in the distance, their lives unknown. Without hesitation, he turned and sprinted towards the city like the wind.

At the same time, a deep but clear voice reached the fleeing Wu Ming: "Send these three men to my residence. You will handle these three Qi-refining cultivators of the Zheng family." Hearing this, Wu Ming's heart trembled, his tense nerves finally relaxing. He looked back and saw a dazzling light streak across the inky black sky like a meteor. He looked closely and saw it was Xiao Changfeng, soaring through the air on his flying sword. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the distance.

"Luckily, Senior Brother Xiao arrived just in time, otherwise I'd have died here today!" Wu Ming muttered to himself with lingering fear. After calming down a bit, he pulled two more pills from his pocket—a Resuscitation Pill for healing and a Qi-Replenishing Pill for replenishing his Qi. He swallowed them without hesitation, feeling the pills transform into a warm current that quickly flowed through his body. His injuries began to heal at a noticeable speed.