Mythical Cultivation

Chapter 133 Disciple of the Blood Demon Sect

After two days of arduous journeys, Wu Ming finally left the vast, uninhabited wasteland and entered a lush, verdant primeval forest, dotted with towering trees. The once desolate landscape had been replaced by vibrant life, but this also presented a new dimension of unknown risks and challenges. Unlike the wilderness, the dense forest here obscured vision, making it difficult to see through. A single misstep could lead to unexpected danger.

Fortunately, Wu Ming was getting closer and closer to his other companion, and it was estimated that they would be able to successfully meet up in a few hours.

However, the two-day journey wasn't entirely smooth sailing. Along the way, Wu Ming encountered several powerful demonic beasts, each possessing the ninth level of Qi Refining. After a bitter battle, Wu Ming barely managed to defeat these ferocious foes. Furthermore, he also encountered other cultivators, but both parties quickly departed without any conflict. Clearly, no one was willing to provoke an unnecessary conflict. After all, without the alluring promise of a treasure, no one would risk a fight.

However, just as Wu Ming was about to reunite with his companions, an accident occurred. Wu Ming did not use the sword control technique to fly, but instead relied on the light body technique to run at full speed.

Just as Wu Ming passed a giant tree, he suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation surge through his heart, causing his mind to tremble violently. Instinctively, Wu Ming quickly moved to the side, but he was still a step too late. With a soft "swish," his left arm was punctured, and blood instantly stained his sleeve.

Wu Ming was well aware of the dangers lurking in this mysterious forest, so he remained cautious. However, he never anticipated the enemy's cunning and treachery, hiding so deeply and even using a breath-suppressing talisman, only striking when he was close. Wu Ming had no time to attend to his wounds, as he suddenly realized two more piercing swords were slashing towards him like lightning!

In a flash, Wu Ming simultaneously summoned his Golden Light Sword, Bloodthirsty Whip, and Black Tortoise Shield. He first protected his vitals with the Black Tortoise Shield, then maneuvered the Golden Light Sword to slash fiercely at a branch high above the giant tree. Simultaneously, the Bloodthirsty Whip, like a nimble venomous snake, quietly coiled its way up the tree. In truth, even from the moment Wu Ming was attacked, he had already sensed the enemy's hiding place—atop a branch midway up the tree.

Although the Breath-Suppressing Talisman could conceal the fluctuations of a cultivator's true essence, it would immediately become ineffective as soon as a move was made. Wu Ming's keen insight and rich combat experience allowed him to make accurate judgments at critical moments and take decisive countermeasures.

Two flying swords, one red and one black, slashed at the Black Tortoise Shield, with only two clangs. Although the Black Tortoise Shield shook for a moment, it did indeed block the two flying swords. The two flying swords did not cause any harm to Wu Ming, but the two men did not give up and continued to command their flying swords to attack the Black Tortoise Shield.

As for the golden flying sword that was slashing towards them, the two men also used their protective magic tools to block it. The golden sword split into dozens of sword lights, slashing at the two men respectively. Unfortunately, the two men's protective magic tools were not ordinary objects and firmly blocked the golden sword's sword energy.

Wu Ming felt as if these two people wanted to compete with him to see whose true essence was more powerful. Although both of them had reached the eighth or ninth level of Qi Refining, their true essence was indeed much deeper than Wu Ming's.

However, Wu Ming wasn't about to compete in endurance. Through his keen perception, he realized that the ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator wasn't as effective as the eighth-level cultivator. Consequently, Wu Ming skillfully focused most of his sword energy on the ninth-level cultivator, attempting to create the illusion that he intended to attack them first.

But in reality, Wu Ming's real plan was to eliminate one of the enemies first. This way, when he only had to deal with a single opponent, the pressure he faced would naturally be much less. Undoubtedly, the chosen target was the more powerful and threatening eighth-level Qi Refining cultivator. After all, the Blood-Weeping Whip had already been deployed. If this thorny threat wasn't dealt with first, the situation would become quite difficult if the subsequent supply of True Essence ran low.

It happened so fast! As the Blood-Weeping Whip closed in on the eighth-level Qi Refining cultivator with lightning speed, Wu Ming's Black Tortoise Shield was in dire straits! A blood-red whip snaked around, tightly binding the radiant shield. The bloody aura emanating from the whip, like a bone-eating poisonous insect, madly eroded the Black Tortoise Shield's light.

The sight before him astonished Wu Ming. Wasn't this his carefully prepared trump card—the Weeping Blood Whip? Why had it suddenly turned and attacked him? In a split second, Wu Ming suddenly understood. These two individuals were most likely cultivators of the Blood Demon Sect, as the Weeping Blood Whip was a magical weapon possessed by every disciple of the sect. Even more remarkable, the Weeping Blood Whip could continuously evolve and become even more powerful by absorbing the power of the Blood Demon.

At this moment, Wu Ming's Blood-Weeping Whip inadvertently displayed its astonishing power, silently trapping the eighth-level Qi Refining cultivator and his protective magical device. The situation had instantly reversed, leaving the opponent dumbfounded and bewildered. How could two Blood-Weeping Whips appear simultaneously? He even briefly wondered if he had encountered a fellow disciple.

However, in a split second, he realized his assumption was completely wrong. The Blood-Weeping Whip that bound him was actually a top-grade magical weapon! In a matter of seconds, he noticed the halo of his mid-grade protective magical weapon begin to show signs of cracking. Just as he attempted to repair it, the halo shattered, then shrank and fell directly into his arms. Immediately afterwards, he was completely bound, unable to move.

In just these few breaths, Wu Ming's true energy was less than half. This was why Wu Ming used the Blood-Crying Whip as his trump card. His realm was too low and his true energy could not withstand the waste.

Fortunately, the strongest enemy had been eliminated, and the Bloodthirsty Whip that had trapped the Black Tortoise Shield had lost its offensive power and fallen to the side due to its owner's coma. Now the enemy was only one cultivator left, and Wu Ming was ready to attack with all his strength, to take down the enemy in one fell swoop to prevent any further trouble.