Mythical Cultivation

Chapter 130 Hehuan Sect

After carefully placing the Earth Spirit Flower in his pocket, Wu Ming's gaze fell on the corpse of the Purple Electric Marten not far away. Just as he stepped forward, intending to take this rare prey with him, an inexplicable sense of alarm surged through him.

Without any hesitation, Wu Ming flashed away from his previous position like a ghost. As he left, two incredibly sharp sword beams pierced through the air, fiercely slashing the ground!

In an instant, smoke and dust billowed, and soil flew everywhere. The originally flat ground was instantly torn into two deep gullies, and the grass and trees on both sides were also affected and broke and fell to the ground.

Watching the shocking scene before him, Wu Ming couldn't help but feel a wave of fear. If he hadn't been so alert and dodged in time, he would have been killed by the sword by now. At this thought, beads of sweat formed on his forehead and back, and his heart pounded so hard that it felt like it was about to burst out of his throat.

Wu Ming took a deep breath and calmed down a little, but his eyes were still full of vigilance. He knew that anyone who could use such a powerful sword technique was no ordinary person.

Wu Ming's eyes widened in shock, his heart still pounding. As his gaze slowly shifted to the body of the purple electric marten, he suddenly saw two figures standing there!

"It's them..." Wu Ming was startled, then realized that it was these two who had attacked him. He saw a man and a woman standing side by side, wearing similar clothing, with a small, lifelike bell embroidered on the corner.

Looking at the familiar bell, Wu Ming's fury instantly ignited. Memories of the Hehuan Sect flashed through his mind—this sect, renowned for its dual cultivation method, whose disciples often engaged in unruly behavior, earning the disdain of many righteous followers. However, they generally refrained from coercion, so while this sect wasn't righteous, it wasn't demonic either; at best, it could be considered an evil path. And the two people before him were clearly disciples of the Hehuan Sect!

What infuriated Wu Ming even more was that he recognized one of the women. It was the same female cultivator who had teased the three wandering cultivators not long ago! Wu Ming happened to be passing by at the time and was deeply dissatisfied with her behavior, but he didn't intervene. He hadn't expected to be attacked by her today. The combination of old and new hatreds intensified Wu Ming's hatred for the two Hehuan Sect disciples.

"Who are you and why did you attack me?" Wu Ming asked the two men in a calm tone. In fact, the anger in his heart had almost reached a critical point, but he was just suppressing it by force.

"I really didn't mean it! I just saw that the monster was so ferocious, and I was anxious to kill it quickly. Who knew I would fail and almost hurt you. I was so scared. If you don't forgive me, what will I do..."

The female cultivator clutched the hem of her clothes with both hands, her body trembling slightly, her face filled with fear and regret. Her voice was clear and melodious, like the sound of a yellow oriole singing in a valley, but with a hint of sob in it, it sounded pitiful and touching, inspiring sympathy.

She was petite and delicate, looking frail, as if a gust of wind could blow her over. Her large, watery eyes looked at Wu Ming with pleading eyes, tears ready to fall at any moment. Such a look would move anyone to pity.

Wu Ming's chest was originally filled with anger, like a volcano about to erupt, but at this moment, what he heard from the female cultivator was as gentle as a spring breeze on his face, instantly extinguishing the raging fire in his heart without a trace.

Not only that, at this moment Wu Ming even had an impulse to immediately walk up to the woman, apologize to her sincerely, and confess his mistakes, saying that he really shouldn't have misunderstood her.

Fortunately, this impulse lasted only a moment before disappearing. The reason he was able to regain his composure so quickly was partly due to Wu Ming's own powerful spiritual awareness—after countless trials and tribulations, his spiritual awareness far surpassed that of cultivators of the same level. It was also because the woman's beauty wasn't breathtaking.

Although Wu Ming was just an ordinary person in his previous life and had never seen many peerless beauties in his life, modern technology is developing rapidly with each passing day, and various information can be widely disseminated through the Internet, allowing people to see all kinds of beauties without leaving home.

Based on Wu Ming's experience of browsing thousands of photos and videos of beautiful women on the Internet in his previous life, the appearance of the woman in front of him could be considered above average at best.

If one were to rate the looks of the many beauties Wu Ming had seen, zero would be extremely ugly and unsightly, five would be average-looking and featureless, and ten would be as stunningly beautiful as a fairy.

Judging by this standard, this woman's beauty was no more than a 7. Precisely because of this, such beauty was definitely not enough to captivate someone as experienced as Wu Ming.

Considering the woman's sect, there was only one possible explanation: she had practiced a technique to seduce others. His impulsiveness just now was due to this technique. Fortunately, he regained his consciousness in time, otherwise, his life and death would have been out of his control. Thinking of this, Wu Ming's anger flared up again.

"Oh, you said it was just an accident and not intentional? Then should I believe you?" Wu Ming asked in a rhetorical tone.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the person speaking was angry, and the two people from the Hehuan Sect were certainly not stupid.

"Junior Sister Linglong, your Dream Dance accomplishments seem to be lacking! You can't even control a mere cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining. Let me take over."

The male monk raised his lips slightly and spoke to the female monk beside him in a teasing tone. It can be seen that the two people's group is mainly composed of male monks.

The female cultivator nodded slightly, a hint of apology in her gentle voice, "Brother Zhang is absolutely right. I know my skills haven't reached perfection yet, so I'm deeply ashamed to have to trouble you for your help this time."

"Junior Sister Linglong, please don't be so humble. It is my honor to help you solve your problems. Just wait and see how I capture that disciple of Qingyun Sect!" Senior Brother Zhang said with a heroic smile.

As she spoke, Junior Sister Linglong's beautiful eyes flickered, her lips parted, and she unleashed her forbidden, secret charm on Senior Brother Zhang. Instantly, Senior Brother Zhang seemed to be under a spell, his eyes gleaming and his whole body filled with fighting spirit.

Then, without hesitation, he unleashed his flying sword, darting towards Wu Ming like lightning. Seeing the flying sword approaching, Wu Ming secretly cried out in disbelief. He had been expecting a spectacular farce, but in the blink of an eye, the situation had reversed, and the male cultivator had actually turned his spearhead directly on him.