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Chapter 145 By the White Desert River
"There's no time to lose. Since you're interested, Wu Ming, let's set off as soon as possible. Although the spiritual tide in Baimo River occurs once every three years, it doesn't always appear on the exact time."

When Yan Chuyu saw that Wu Ming had agreed, she immediately put down her teacup.

Seeing this, Wu Ming shook his head and said, "There's no need to be in such a hurry. Miss Chuyu just returned to the camp."

Yan Chuyu said, "The sooner we get there, the sooner we can secure a spot and find a few people to practice with."

"Row."

Wu Ming was fine with it. For him, it didn't matter much whether he was in the wilderness or in a border stronghold. He always carried plenty of supplies and never lacked anything. After cultivating his primordial spirit, he hardly needed any rest.

After discussing the matter with Yan Chuyu, he returned to his tent, tidied up briefly, and then left the tent again. Together with Yan Chuyu, they departed from the Great Village and headed straight for the Baimo River in the far northwest of the Great Village.

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Heading northwest from the border stronghold of Jingye City, after crossing the Poisonous Barrier Valley, and continuing northwest for more than four hundred miles, you will arrive at the Baimo River. This river is not very wide; at its widest point, it is less than ten zhang wide, and at its narrowest point, it is only three to five zhang wide. Even ordinary martial artists with one or two blood can easily leap across it.

Although the river is not wide, the current is extremely rapid, so rapid that the water is almost white, like patches of white foam, hence the name White Desert River. Moreover, although the river channel is narrow, the riverbed is extremely deep, and the bottom cannot be seen!

"It is said that the Baimo River was originally an extremely deep fissure in the earth, which was later filled with water and became a river?"

Wu Ming and Yan Chuyu appeared on the banks of the Baimo River. He gazed at the rushing river, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"good."

Yan Chuyu nodded slightly and said, "It is said that a great earthquake occurred here a long time ago, and the earth cracked to form a deep canyon called the Northern Desert Canyon. It was thousands of feet deep and almost bottomless. At that time, various forces in Jingye City entered the canyon to explore and gained a lot from it. Later, hundreds of years ago, another change occurred here. Water flowed in from all sides of the canyon and filled the thousands of feet deep canyon in less than ten days, forming this river."

"Therefore, although this river is not wide, it is bottomless. Many demons are born in the river, including the clam demon clan, which all lurk in the depths of the river. Because the river is too deep, even experts who have condensed blood five times cannot go deep into the bottom of a thousand feet. Therefore, only during the spiritual tide once every three years can we take advantage of these clam demons coming ashore to temper their natal pearls and seize their life pearls."

Listening to Yan Chuyu's words, Wu Ming took a few more steps forward and came to the edge of the riverbank. He looked down at the river and a faint light flashed in his eyes. He quietly extended a wisp of his soul to explore the river. With a sweep of his soul, he scanned the river, which was only a few feet wide, but when he extended it downwards, he felt that it was bottomless.

After its soul traveled down sixty or seventy feet, it reached its limit and could no longer extend downwards.

of course,

This was only the limit of his soul's exploration. If his primordial spirit were to leave his body, he could naturally escape to deeper places underwater. However, the river was so deep that it was hard to say what kind of demons or monsters might be at the bottom. Naturally, Wu Ming would not do anything rash.

"Did you find anything?"

Yan Chuyu approached. She knew that Wu Ming had also cultivated the Dao of the Primordial Spirit, and that the detection power of the Primordial Spirit was far greater than that of a martial artist's eyes and ears, capable of peering into the depths of the riverbed.

"No."

Wu Ming collected his spiritual senses and said, "The bottom of this river is indeed extremely deep and cannot be explored. Those clam demons must be hiding in the deepest places. We can only capture them when they come out on their own."

After hearing this, Yan Chuyu said with a slight regret, "Well, that is indeed a pity. If you could find them directly in this river and use Taoist methods to scoop them up from the depths, you could directly obtain some pearls without having to wait for the spiritual tide."

"It's not that easy."

Wu Ming briefly explained, "Even if I use the method of astral projection to enter the river, the deeper I go, the stronger the suppression of heaven and earth becomes, and the more difficult it is to use Dao techniques unless I have mastered a Dao technique like water control... But even then, if my cultivation level is not high enough, it is difficult to reach the depths. Even if I find some clam demons in this shallow area, they are just young little demons, and the clam pearls they produce are of low quality and of little use."

Yan Chuyu nodded and said, "That's true. Those old clam demons must be hiding at the bottom of a thousand feet. Even those who have reached the fifth level of the Nascent Soul stage probably can't go that deep to use their magic to capture the clam demons."

She took a few steps forward and came to the riverbank. After carefully examining the river, she said, "Judging from the condition of this river, it should be some time before the spiritual tide arrives. Let's go upstream and find a better spot."

"Let's go."

Wu Ming nodded slightly and continued forward with Yan Chuyu.

Not long after.

The riverbank in the distance widened, gradually reaching about ten zhang (approximately 33 meters), and the forests on both sides of the riverbank gradually thinned out, revealing a relatively open plain. On the plain, one could vaguely see some figures, gathering in twos and threes in the distance.

Most of the figures were dressed in the robes of the Black Fiend and Profound Jade sects, while a small number of young patrol officers from the Cautious Punishment and Demon Suppression divisions wore flying fish robes. In addition, there were some dressed in a variety of unconventional and irregular styles, who were basically from the Seven Martial Alliance.

Of the six major forces in Jingye City, apart from Bloodblade Tower, almost all the young talents from the other forces have arrived.

With the arrival of Wu Ming and Yan Chuyu, many eyes immediately swept over.

"Yan Chuyu!"

"She did come, just as expected."

Who was the person traveling with her?

"It should be Wu Ming from the Cautious Punishment Division, the personal disciple of that Division Master Liu. It is said that his blood clotting aptitude is average, but his skill talent is extremely high. He achieved the unity of skill and technique during his second blood clotting, and his current marksmanship is even more unfathomable."

Some disciples from the Black Fiend Sect and the Profound Jade Sect looked at Wu Ming with a hint of fear in their eyes. Most of the people present had only heard of Wu Ming's name and this was the first time they had seen his true face. However, a few of the top disciples looked at Wu Ming with a sharp gaze.

They weren't interested in ordinary people, but Wu Ming, who was renowned, known as a prodigy, and was Liu Muyuan's personal disciple, was someone who could make them pay some attention and gave them a bit of fighting spirit.

"Brother Wu."

At this moment, someone took the initiative to greet Wu Ming.

He was a square-faced man who looked to be about thirty years old and quite mature. He said with a smile, "My name is Qian Qiu, and I am Xu Hao's fellow disciple. I heard that Brother Wu and Junior Brother Xu are related by marriage, and I have long wanted to pay them a visit, but I have never had the opportunity. Today I am finally fortunate enough to meet you."

"Brother Qian."

After hearing what the square-faced man said, Wu Ming returned the greeting with a cupped hand.

He had never heard of Qian Qiu before, but since he was greeting him using Xu Hao's name, and they were from the same school, he figured they must have a good relationship. He didn't mind returning the greeting.

After exchanging greetings, Qian Qiu didn't try to ingratiate himself with Wu Ming. Instead, he stayed where he was, with some of his fellow disciples from the Seven Martial Alliance. Looking in Wu Ming's direction, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Truly, heroes emerge from among the young."

Wu Minglun is younger than Xu Hao, and much younger than him, but he is now a highly sought-after young prodigy in the entire Jingye City region. He is also Liu Muyuan's personal disciple, and his future is much brighter than Xu Hao's.

If he were three or five years younger, he would probably want to spar with Wu Ming, but now he is over thirty. Although he is confident that his skills and techniques have improved after three blood coagulations and he is not afraid of any of the younger generation, he is no longer considered a member of the younger generation at his age, so he has no desire to compete. He came here simply for the pearl.

Both sides of the Baimo River.

As time slowly passed, there was still no movement in the river. The spiritual tide had not yet arrived. As more and more people arrived, the presence of various forces also continued to gather and approach.

A considerable number of people from the Cautious Punishment Division and the Demon Suppression Division gradually gathered there, including Lu Weiping from the Demon Suppression Division and Ning Bufan from the Cautious Punishment Division, all of whom were renowned figures among the younger generation.

"..."

As soon as Lü Weiping arrived at the riverbank, he saw Wu Ming and Yan Chuyu standing side by side. His calm expression immediately darkened. Although Wu Ming and Yan Chuyu were just standing there and didn't even talk much, he felt that their behavior was already intimate, and he didn't know what would happen if it continued to develop.

"Wu Ming is nothing but a peasant. He has only a little bit of talent. I don't know what kind of luck he had to be chosen by that person. Now he actually dares to try to get his hands on Miss Yan and climb up to Master Yan."

Lu Weiping's patience had reached its limit. In his opinion, Wu Ming's blood clotting aptitude was not worth mentioning. He only had a little talent, which was passable. He didn't know what kind of luck he had to become Liu Muyuan's disciple. Despite being a lowly commoner from outside the city, he had climbed up the social ladder all the way, and even managed to get close to Yan Chuyu.

By using his status as Liu Muyuan's disciple and employing some tricks to gain Yan Chuyu's favor, he would essentially gain the support of Yan Yuntian, the head of the Demon Suppression Division. With the backing of two great division heads, wouldn't he be able to run rampant in Jingye City without any restraint?

Just as Lü Weiping's gaze grew increasingly cold.

suddenly,

More people arrived in the distance.

The man was a young man carrying a sword. He wasn't wearing an official robe, but only a simple white shirt. However, as soon as he appeared, almost all the disciples of the two sects and the patrol officers present turned their gazes toward him.

"Ling Zhonghan!"

Someone spoke in a low voice.

At the age of 21, he entered the third stage of blood clotting. Now at the age of 27, although he failed once in his attempt to enter the fourth stage of blood clotting, his blood energy is now abundant and he has the capital to try again. His talent is also extremely high. After entering the third stage of blood clotting, he mastered the unity of skill and technique in less than a year. Before Wu Ming appeared, he was always regarded as the number one young person in the Cautious Punishment Division!
Even Yan Chuyu glanced at it sideways, a glint of something unseen in her eyes.

As Yan Yuntian's only daughter, she possesses exceptional martial arts talent, making her virtually unrivaled in the two divisions. Among the only two people who can surpass her, there is Ling Zhonghan... well, now there is also Wu Ming.

Yan Chuyu couldn't help but glance at Wu Ming beside her. Although they had sparred using martial arts techniques and were evenly matched before, she knew that Wu Ming also possessed extremely powerful Taoist magic. Once he unleashed it, she would be far from being his match.

Even Ling Zhonghan would probably be no match for Wu Ming.

She wasn't even sure how strong Wu Ming would be if he went all out, but she knew that if the younger generation of various forces in Jingye City were to compete for first place, Wu Ming, if not guaranteed to be number one, would likely have no rivals.

Yan Chuyu glanced at Ling Zhonghan and then at Wu Ming, while Ling Zhonghan also swept his gaze across the entire room before finally settling on Wu Ming, exchanging a glance with him from afar.

"Wu Ming..."

Although it was also the first time Ling Zhonghan had met Wu Ming, he was quite familiar with Wu Ming. At this moment, he recognized Wu Ming's identity at a glance. His expression was calm and his gaze seemed indifferent, but in reality, there was a trace of indifference in his heart.

As a martial arts prodigy who rose through the ranks, he possessed an extremely tenacious martial will and paid little attention to external things. He also paid little attention to Wu Ming's rise. However, there was one thing he could never ignore: Liu Muyuan did not accept him as a disciple, but instead accepted Wu Ming as a disciple.

why?
When Ling Zhonghan first learned of this, he felt neither anger nor resentment. He only had a slight doubt in his heart, which he still finds hard to understand. He doesn't understand why Liu Muyuan chose Wu Ming instead of him.

Is it simply because he mastered the unity of skill and technique during the second coagulation process?
He did admire such martial arts talent, but in terms of blood coagulation aptitude, Wu Ming was only of average to below average, which was clear. His strengths and weaknesses were both obvious. So, was skill talent more important than blood coagulation aptitude?

maybe.

Ling Zhonghan shook his head slightly.

He had heard that if one could complete the fifth blood coagulation, the blood and qi would temper the body and reach the internal organs, which could improve one's 'aptitude' to a certain extent. If one could complete the sixth blood coagulation, one would undergo a further transformation and everyone would reach the superior grade.

That is because after the sixth blood coagulation, the difference in blood coagulation aptitude is not significant. Therefore, at Liu Muyuan's level, skill and talent are valued more. However, the problem is that for those who do not have enough blood coagulation aptitude, let alone reaching the sixth blood coagulation, even reaching the fifth blood coagulation is extremely difficult.

Just like him, he failed his first attempt at four blood clotting attempts.

Although he was confident of making another attempt, he still managed to delay it until he was twenty-seven years old.

"Ling Zhonghan, I have mastered a new sword technique. Do you dare to take it?"

Just as Ling Zhonghan's thoughts were wandering, a cold voice suddenly came from afar.

From the direction where the many true disciples of the Black Fiend Sect had gathered, a figure holding a curved sword stepped out. He was dressed in a black robe and had a handsome appearance. His appearance immediately attracted many eyes and attention. He was none other than Xiao Yang, the number one true disciple of the Black Fiend Sect!

"Why don't you dare."

Ling Zhonghan's mind cleared instantly, temporarily putting Wu Ming's matter out of his mind, and he looked at Xiao Yang with a calm attitude.

Xiao Yang, the top disciple of the Black Fiend Sect, is also his old rival, and the two have clashed more than once.

"Come!"

Xiao Yang stepped forward, brandishing his curved blade, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

Ling Zhonghan also carried his sword forward.

As Xiao Yang took the initiative to challenge Ling Zhonghan, the already tense atmosphere along the Baimo River changed once again. Many of the younger generation's outstanding talents, who intended to compete in martial arts and discuss the Dao, looked at each other from afar, their eyes filled with fighting spirit.

Arriving at the banks of the Baimo River, partly to seize the pearl and partly to hone their martial arts skills, the spiritual tide had not yet appeared, but the banks of the Baimo River were already turbulent, as if a raging storm was about to be unleashed.

(End of this chapter)