Mythical Cultivation

Chapter 219 Mission (1)

"Forget it, I have no interest in this kind of thing!" A monk who looked quite young refused mercilessly, then turned around and left without looking back.

Then, although another young man did not walk away directly like the former, his attitude was equally firm: "Senior brother, I'm really sorry! I still prefer to act alone and am used to being free. I'm afraid I can't accept your kindness!" After saying these words, the young man slowly left.

It's worth mentioning that this young man possesses the profound cultivation of the ninth level of Qi Refining, making him unmatched in the Qi Refining realm. Because of this, he believes that the rewards for completing the mission on his own will be more generous than those obtained by teaming up with others, so how could he willingly travel with others?

"I think what you said is absolutely right, senior brother. I fully agree with your suggestion." The person who spoke spoke sincerely, with a look of conviction on his face.

"Yeah, I agree too." Then another voice sounded, expressing agreement.

At this point, the remaining three people, excluding Wu Ming, had all nodded in agreement. Then, all three of them simultaneously turned their gazes toward Wu Ming, their eyes filled with anticipation and inquiry.

Wu Ming looked embarrassed. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "I'm truly sorry, brothers. I've always been a loner, and I'm not comfortable working with others on missions." Wu Ming pondered to himself that although they were all from the same sect, they weren't familiar with each other. If a disagreement arose mid-mission, it could lead to unexpected trouble or even danger. So, without hesitation, he declined.

After saying that, Wu Ming clasped his fists and bowed to everyone, saying loudly: "Goodbye!" Then he turned around and walked away. His figure was free and unrestrained, like a breeze passing by.

The three of them looked at each other after hearing this. Although they felt regretful, they didn't force it. After all, everyone has their own ideas and habits, and they still understand the principle that a forced melon will not be sweet.

After Wu Ming left this place, he rushed towards the reception building like an arrow from a bow. Not long after, his nimble figure appeared in front of the reception building.

Entering the reception building, Wu was clearly familiar with the area. With brisk steps, he made his way through the bustling crowd and quickly found a quiet and elegant guest room tucked away in a corner. After entering, he gently closed the door and began methodically making meticulous preparations for the upcoming night's operation.

The first thing that caught the eye was the magical instruments placed beside him that were shining with strange light. The most dazzling of them is undoubtedly the golden sword that gleams with golden light. There seem to be countless golden lightnings intertwined on the sword body, giving off a heart-pounding breath; there is also the ancient and heavy mountain and river inkstone, with exquisite mountain and river patterns carved around the inkstone, faintly revealing a sense of majestic atmosphere; and the pair of wind boots that can make people's figures as erratic as ghosts. The surface of the boots is glowing with a faint green light, and it seems to contain endless speed power; in addition, there is the white cloud banner that is as white as snow. When the banner flutters, there seem to be auspicious clouds lingering on it, giving people a sense of ethereality; and there is the weeping blood whip that is blood-red all over, as if stained with blood. When the whip is swung, it brings up a bloody storm that makes people shudder; finally, there is the pair of small and exquisite but incredibly powerful mother and child flying rings and the dazzling and magnificent seven-treasure glazed tower.

However, despite possessing such a vast arsenal of magical instruments, Wu Ming was well aware of the principle of biting off more than one can chew. Therefore, after careful consideration, he selected only a few instruments that he believed would be most useful in battle. After all, in a fierce battle, only two or three handy weapons are truly crucial. Too many magical instruments would not only increase the burden but also easily distract attention, causing unnecessary trouble and waste.

Next, Wu Ming turned his gaze to the bottles and jars of medicinal pills placed nearby. Besides the high-quality Qi-boosting pills he routinely used to improve his cultivation, he had also specially prepared several Qi-recovering pills to rapidly restore his Qi, a detoxifying pill that could dispel all poisons, and a resuscitation pill with miraculous healing properties. While these pills were few in number, each one was priceless and could be a lifesaver in a crucial moment.

After completing all this, Wu Ming pulled out dozens of high-level first-tier talismans and several low-level second-tier talismans from his bag. These talismans had been meticulously crafted, each painstakingly crafted. The intricate and delicate runes inscribed upon them embodied powerful spiritual energy. Some could unleash blazing flames, others summon sharp wind blades, and some could even form an impenetrable shield to ward off enemy attacks. These talismans would undoubtedly become crucial defensive tools during this nighttime operation.

At the second watch, night fell over the entire county, and most areas were already plunged into darkness. However, in stark contrast to this tranquility, the few entertainment venues, such as brothels and casinos, were still bustling with people and brightly lit.

In the pitch-black night, Wu Ming, fully prepared, quietly lurked in the shadows. Suddenly, his sharp eyes caught sight of a figure—a masked monk, nimble and agile, leaping across the rooftops like a swallow, his direction pointed directly toward the city. Seeing this, Wu Ming unhesitatingly used his agility to pursue him.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Ming successfully stopped the masked monk. Although he had not yet determined his true identity, out of caution, Wu Ming did not act rashly, but instead stopped him first.

The masked man's heart tightened when he saw his way was blocked. But when he realized the other party didn't attack immediately, he felt a little bit of luck. So, he calmed down and asked, "My friend, why are you blocking my way?"

Wu Ming stood there, his expression calm and composed. He raised his head slightly, staring at the masked man before him, and said slowly, "Greetings, fellow Daoist. I am a disciple of the Qingyun Sect. I have come here on a mission for the sect. If you can prove that you are not a disciple of the Zheng family, I will make way for you and let you go."