Mythical Cultivation

Chapter 413 Healing Elixir

At this moment, when he saw the obvious potholes in the spiritual field of the medicine garden, his heart felt as if it had been severely cut by a knife, and the pain was unbearable.

These potholes were obviously traces left by other cultivators who had dug up the spiritual medicines, which made Wu Ming feel extremely angry and regretful.

Wu Ming stared at the monk who had stopped and was wary of him, and a hint of murderous intent gradually appeared in his eyes.

The monk was tall, with a long black robe fluttering in the wind, giving people a mysterious and majestic feeling.

His face was covered in a faint shadow, making it difficult to see his true appearance, but from his sharp gaze and calm aura, it can be judged that this person is definitely a powerful character.

Wu Ming thought to himself that this old man in black was one of the two leaders among the independent cultivators. His strength should not be underestimated and he had reached the late stage of Qi Refining.

Just as he was about to ask the old man in black to hand over the elixir he had obtained and said that he would spare his life as long as the other party did so, he suddenly heard the old man in black speak first.

"Friend You, I was the first one to discover this medicine garden. You don't want to snatch it away from us, do you?" The black-shirted old man's voice was low and powerful, revealing a hint of dissatisfaction and warning.

He continued, "I don't want to be an enemy of you, Daoist Fellow. Please leave quickly to avoid damaging the friendship between us."

Wu Ming frowned slightly upon hearing this. He naturally understood what the black-shirted old man meant. He clearly didn't want to give up the medicinal herbs in this medicine garden easily.

These spiritual medicines are extremely precious resources for any cultivator. They can improve cultivation and refine elixirs. Their value is self-evident.

The old man in black shirt knew very well in his heart that with his own strength, he was probably no match for You Riyue.

However, the elixirs in this medicine garden were so tempting that he was unwilling to give them up.

Therefore, he could only hope that the other party would be able to show the demeanor of a disciple of a large sect as he had shown before, like a modest gentleman, and not compete with them, the independent cultivators.

Taking a step back, he could allow the two of them to search the medicine garden together. Although his gains would be less, it was still better than getting nothing.

After all, in the face of absolute strength, he could only choose to compromise.

Unfortunately, the black-shirted old man’s wishful thinking seems to be in vain.

Hearing the black-shirted old man's words, which were obviously filled with suppressed anger and even trembling slightly, Wu Ming couldn't help but smile.

He thought to himself: This old man in black is obviously not as strong as others, but he still wants to monopolize the treasure. Isn't this courting death?

Wu Ming raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile, and taunted the black-shirted old man, "Becoming my enemy? Think carefully, fellow Daoist. This is not a joke. You are playing with your life!"

His words were full of disdain and confidence, as if he didn't take the old man in black seriously at all.

However, facing Wu Ming's arrogant attitude, the old man in black was furious, but he still forced himself to hold back.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm his emotions, and then said slowly:

“I naturally know that Fellow Daoist You is very powerful, and I am definitely not your opponent.

However, I am not a soft persimmon that can be bullied by anyone. Can Fellow Daoist You guarantee that he will remain unscathed in this fight?

If you get hurt, it won’t be worth it.”

Although the tone of the old man in black was still a little stiff, it was much softer than before.

He seemed to be weighing the pros and cons, trying to find a solution acceptable to both sides.

Finally, the black-shirted old man gave in slightly and suggested, "How about this? Let's search for this medicine garden together and each of us use our own abilities to obtain the treasures within. How about that?"

"Since you are so understanding, I will not force you to do anything. I have a suggestion, and I hope you can consider it."

Wu Ming said with a smile on his face and in a gentle tone.

"Fellow Daoist, please only hand over the spiritual herbs you harvested in the medicine garden. As for your other harvests, I will definitely not touch a single bit of them, and I will also let you leave safely."

Wu Ming thought to himself that this condition should be considered quite generous for the other party.

After all, exchanging a portion of the harvest for one's own life is a very good deal no matter how you look at it.

However, what he did not expect was that the old man in black shirt did not buy into his proposal at all.

The old man in black's face suddenly became extremely gloomy. He widened his eyes and stared at Wu Ming as if he was about to spit fire.

The uncontrollable rage churned in his chest, and finally erupted like a volcano, roaring out:

"Great! Very good! You bastard, how dare you bully me like this? Do you really think I'm easy to bully? You're treating me like a soft persimmon!"

The voice of the old man in black was like thunder, echoing in the space and making people's eardrums hurt.

His body was trembling slightly with anger, and the long sword in his hand was flashing with cold light, as if he was going to cut Wu Ming into pieces in the next moment.

Before he finished speaking, the old man in black suddenly swung the long sword in his hand. The long sword drew a dazzling arc in the air and rushed towards Wu Ming like lightning.

Its speed was so fast, like a meteor across the sky, carrying endless murderous intent, vowing to pierce Wu Ming's heart with one knife!

Of course, his methods go far beyond this.

As a casual cultivator, he lingered on the brink of life and death for a long time and experienced countless crises before he was able to cultivate to the eighth level of Qi Refining.

Such a difficult path of cultivation made him deeply aware of the importance of means of protecting the path, and naturally he would not lack methods of attack.

At the moment when the long sword was about to be swung, he slapped the storage bag without hesitation. A golden light flashed, and a gold brick appeared in his hand.

He held the gold brick in his hand and smashed it towards Wu Ming mercilessly, as if the gold brick was his deadly weapon.

However, this was just the beginning. As the gold bricks were smashed, several talismans shot out like meteors, quickly surrounding Wu Ming and trapping him tightly.

These talismans flashed with mysterious light and obviously contained powerful power.

Seeing this, the old man in black raised his lips slightly and revealed a sneer: "Hmph, even if you are a cultivator from a sect, so what? With my methods, even a cultivator at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining may not be able to stop me!"

He was full of confidence in his series of attacks and firmly believed that Wu Ming would never be able to escape.

Following a deafening explosion, flames shot up into the sky and smoke filled the air.

The old man in black looked carefully and found that Wu Ming's figure did not appear in the explosion.

This finally made a huge stone in his heart fall, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.