Mythical Cultivation

Chapter 140 Enemy

Upon hearing Wu Ming's proposal, Zhao Xiaohai nodded in agreement. After all, he had just witnessed the bloody fight for the treasure, and he knew it would be nearly impossible to seize it on his own. Rather than risking his own efforts, it would be better to join forces with others, as this would increase the chances of success. So he quickly said, "I think Wu Ming's proposal is excellent and worth a try."

After careful deliberation, the four men finally came up with a perfect plan: to work together to seize the inestimable treasure! The final winner would be determined later. Everyone present agreed with this proposal—after all, given their current precarious situation, if they relied solely on their own strength on this uncertain battlefield, they would likely struggle to even survive. Instead, they should work together to seize the treasure; this way, their chances of success would be much greater.

"Look! There is a golden light flying towards us quickly!" Zhao Xiaohai suddenly pointed his finger forward and shouted excitedly with a face full of excitement, as if he had discovered some rare treasure.

After hearing Zhao Xiaohai's shout, Wu Ming and the other three people all turned their attention in that direction. Sure enough, just as Zhao Xiaohai had said, a dazzling golden light was being fiercely fought over by several cultivators, and in the chaos, it was thrown forcefully towards them.

Seeing this situation, Wu Ming and the other four people immediately became extremely alert and used their unique skills one after another - they used protective magic weapons and flying swords, and were on high alert, ready to snatch the mysterious treasure at any time.

As the golden light drew closer, Wu Ming leaped forward without hesitation and grabbed it tightly. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the golden light contained a bowl-shaped magical instrument. Judging from the aura it exuded, it was likely a mid-grade magical instrument or higher.

However, just as Wu Ming put the treasure into his bag, several extremely sharp flying swords rushed towards him like lightning. At the same time, someone shouted, "Good boy, you dare to snatch something from me? You must be tired of living!"

At this moment, Wu Ming had no time to check who had said such harsh words. He had already tried his best to resist these sudden attacks. Fortunately, Zhao Xiaohai and the other three people reacted quickly and helped him block several of the flying sword attacks.

Despite this, three flying swords ultimately struck Wu Ming's basalt shield fiercely. In a matter of moments, the shield's light vanished like a bubble, and the shield itself fell into Wu Ming's arms. Fortunately, the three flying sword attacks were successfully blocked.

After the first wave of attack was blocked, a few people looked at the monks fighting for the treasure. There were six people in total, three of whom were actually fellow disciples, and two of the other three were also disciples of the Nangong family, one of the four major families.

"Oh, it's you guys! What a coincidence!" One of the handsome young men said to Wu Ming and the other three in a joking manner. His eyes revealed a hint of contempt and ridicule, as if he didn't care about these people at all.

The other three cultivators from other factions, who had been preparing to leave, stopped in their tracks when they saw the situation seemed to be turning around, giving up their plans to leave. They had originally given up on fighting for the treasure when they saw that the seven cultivators were all from the Qingyun Sect. However, when they saw that there seemed to be a conflict between these people and that they were not on the same page, their thoughts began to stir again.

"It's you, Meng Haoran!" Zhao Xiaohai recognized him immediately, a flicker of anger in his eyes. "What? Liu Lei has already been expelled from the sect, and you're still working for him? Oh, I almost forgot, you must have gotten close to his eldest brother, inner disciple Liu Qingquan."

Zhao Xiaohai's words were filled with irony. He knew full well that these people had a close relationship with Liu Lei, yet now that Liu Lei had been expelled, they still remained loyal to him, clearly harboring ulterior motives. The mention of Liu Qingquan further highlighted their backers.

It was then that Wu Ming suddenly realized that the man before him was one of the group that had once followed Liu Lei. Recalling how Liu Lei had committed a grave offense, his cultivation was abolished and he was expelled from the sect. Who could have imagined that these people would now join the ranks of Liu Lei's brother, Liu Qingquan? Clearly, Liu Qingquan couldn't openly attack them, so it was likely that they were using them to avenge Liu Lei. Wu Ming couldn't help but ponder, "No wonder I always felt a lingering sense of ill will after leaving the sect. It turns out it was these people who were the source!" Now, he finally understood the reason.

Hearing Zhao Xiaohai's words, Meng Haoran snorted coldly, a look of disdain appearing on his face. "Hmph, defeated general, yet you still have the nerve to talk back! Have you forgotten how we abused you back then? But today, you're just unlucky to have run into me." His tone was filled with confidence, as if he believed he could easily defeat his opponent.

As a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining, only one step away from the ninth level, he naturally had the confidence to say such words. Moreover, among these people, Huang Hao, the most powerful, was not present. In his eyes, these people were simply as vulnerable as chickens and dogs.

More importantly, before they set out from the sect, Senior Brother Liu Qingquan had already issued an order: whoever could kill the other party would have priority in obtaining the Foundation Establishment Pill during their future Foundation Establishment period. Now, seeing Wu Ming and the others appear, he knew his good fortune had arrived. As long as he could successfully kill them and seize a few precious treasures, his future Foundation Establishment journey would surely be smooth sailing.

"Do you think we will still let you bully us like before? Today I will let you see what it means to be looked at with new eyes after three days of absence!" Zhao Xiaohai clenched his fists tightly, his eyes flashing with anger, and the various humiliating scenes he had suffered kept emerging in his mind.

Meng Haoran stood aside, his expression grim as he stared at the enemy before him. He took a deep breath and whispered to his two companions, "Attack together! Don't let any of our enemies go!" Without hesitation, he unleashed his flying sword and, in a flash, charged at Wu Ming like a ghost.