Mortal Cultivator

In the vast world of immortal cultivation, Wang Lu's name is like thunder. He is extremely talented and has made great progress in his spiritual practice, but this has also caused countless challenges and disputes.

On this day, the wind was calm and the sun was beautiful, and the sky was as blue as a gem. Wang Lu stood on the top of a majestic mountain peak. His figure was tall and straight, his eyes were firm, and his white clothes moved with the wind, showing his immortal demeanor.

Opposite him stood an equally famous immortal cultivator. This man had a stern face, a sharp light in his eyes, and a black robe that rustled in the wind.

The two stood opposite each other, and the atmosphere was solemn. The air around him seemed to have frozen, and the tense atmosphere was so overwhelming that people couldn't breathe.

Wang Lu was the first to break the silence. He raised his hands and said, "It's really fate that I'm fighting here with you today. I hope we'll stop here and don't let our friendship get hurt."

The black-robed cultivator snorted coldly: "Wang Lu, although you are famous, in today's battle, I must let you know how powerful I am."

After saying that, the black-robed immortal cultivator formed a seal with his hands and muttered something. In an instant, the spiritual energy around him surged wildly, converging into a powerful force that swept towards Wang Lu.

Wang Lu looked calm, and calmly raised his right hand, waved it gently, and a ray of light shone out, turning into a barrier to block all the power.

The fight became more and more intense, as the two cast various magical spells, the lights intertwined, and the roar was endless. Under the impact of this powerful force, the rocks on the mountain peaks cracked and the vegetation flew away.

Wang Lu knew very well that facing such a powerful enemy, he would be defeated if he was not careful. He concentrated, mobilized all his spiritual power, and displayed his unique skills. I saw light all over his body, turning into countless sharp swords and shooting towards the black-robed immortal cultivator.

When the black-robed cultivator saw this, his face changed slightly and he quickly cast a defensive spell. However, Wang Lu's attack was too powerful and broke through his defense, causing him to be slightly injured.

"Wang Lu, you are really powerful!" the black-robed cultivator said through gritted teeth.

Wang Lu smiled slightly: "Your Excellency is not bad at all. It is not easy for you to fight me like this."

The battle is still going on, both of them are giving their all, and the outcome of this battle will be announced soon...

In that mysterious and vast realm of immortal cultivation, Wang Lu's name resounded throughout the sky. With his outstanding talent and unremitting efforts, he emerged on the road to immortality.

On this day, Wang Lu was invited to go to a quiet valley to fight with a famous mysterious master. In the valley, clouds and mist shrouded, and there was a turbulent crisis hidden in the silence.

Wang Lu and his opponent stood opposite each other, with determination and firmness in each other's eyes.

At the beginning of the battle, neither side spared any strength. The magic rays intertwined and the spiritual power surged. However, the strength of the mysterious master exceeded Wang Lu's expectations. The opponent's moves were treacherous and changeable. Although Wang Lu responded with all his strength, he gradually fell into a disadvantage.

The mysterious master saw the right moment and cast an extremely powerful spell, and a dazzling light rushed straight towards Wang Lu like a meteor. Wang Lu tried his best to resist, but in the end he was unable to completely resolve this powerful force.

There was only a muffled groan, and Wang Lu was hit by the light. His body flew backwards like a kite with its string broken, and fell heavily to the ground. His clothes were torn, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and his face instantly turned pale as paper.

Wang Lu endured the severe pain and tried to struggle to get up, but found that his injuries were heavy and the spiritual power in his body had become disordered.

"Wang Lu, you are defeated by me today!" The mysterious master's voice echoed in the valley.

Wang Lu raised his head with difficulty, without any sign of surrender or cowardice in his eyes: "This defeat is due to my lack of practice, but I will never give up!"

In the valley, Wang Lu's figure looked so lonely and stubborn, but the flames of revenge and advancement in his heart were already burning brightly.

After Wang Lu was injured, he dragged his heavy body and struggled to leave the place of fighting. He knew that his injury was serious, and if he did not find the elixir to heal him in time, his path to spiritual practice might be cut off.

He endured the pain and trudged forward step by step through the mountains and forests. The surrounding scenery was sometimes blurry and sometimes clear in his eyes, and his consciousness was constantly drifting away.

Finally, Wang Lu relied on his tenacious will to reach a mysterious mountain that was said to contain fairy medicine. The mountain peaks are towering into the clouds, shrouded in clouds and mist, and the road is rugged and full of dangers.

Wang Lu didn't care much, gritted his teeth and started climbing the mountain. Every step up required tremendous effort, and the pain from the wound made him almost faint.

In the process of climbing, he encountered ferocious beasts and complex obstacles. But Wang Lu's belief in finding the elixir never wavered.

After several days of arduous trekking, Wang Lu finally found a fairy grass that emitted a strange light in a hidden cave on the mountain. He knew that this was the elixir he had dreamed of.

However, just as he reached out to pick the fairy grass, a powerful restriction suddenly appeared in the cave. Wang Lu used his last bit of strength to cast spells, and launched a desperate fight against the restrictions.

In the end, Wang Lu successfully broke through the restriction and obtained the elixir. He couldn't wait to take the elixir, and immediately felt a cool force spreading through his body, and his injuries began to gradually improve.

After a period of recuperation, Wang Lu's body recovered as before, and his cultivation level also improved to a higher level due to this ordeal.

After Wang Lu recovered from his injuries, his eyes shone with perseverance, and the flame of revenge in his heart burned even more intensely.

He packed up his gear and set out again on the road to the place where he had been humiliated. Along the way, Wang Lu continued to practice, raising his spells and skills to a new level.

Finally, he returned to the familiar and humiliating valley. The mysterious master showed a hint of surprise when he saw Wang Lu return, but soon regained his contemptuous look.

"I didn't expect you to dare to come back. Don't you think you didn't lose badly enough last time?" The mysterious master laughed.

Wang Lu looked calm and said slowly: "Today, I will definitely avenge my previous shame."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Lu took the lead in launching an attack. He used a new spell that he had cultivated, which was bright and powerful. Seeing this, the mysterious master hurriedly responded, but he soon discovered that Wang Lu was no longer the same as before.

The two had a fierce duel in the valley, with spells colliding and auras overflowing. Every move of Wang Lu contained endless anger and determination, and the mysterious master gradually became powerless and revealed a flaw.

Wang Lu seized the opportunity and hit with all his strength. The mysterious master was beaten back and vomited blood.

"You...you have become so powerful!" The mysterious master said in horror.

Wang Lu looked down at him and said coldly: "This is the price you paid for hurting me."

After that, Wang Lu turned and left, leaving the mysterious master regretful. From then on, Wang Lu's reputation spread further and he became a legendary figure in the world of immortal cultivation.

After Wang Lu's reputation spread far and wide, fairies came to show their goodwill. However, Wang Lu only had Wang Wu in his heart, and he didn't care about the goodwill of other fairies.

One day, a beautiful fairy came to Wang Lu. She had a graceful figure, beautiful appearance, and a gentle light in her eyes.

The fairy whispered, "Mr. Wang Lu, your reputation has long spread throughout the fairy world. I admire you and come to visit you."

Wang Lu smiled and responded, "Thank you for your kindness, fairy, but I already have someone I like."

The fairy was slightly stunned, and a trace of disappointment appeared on her face, but she still asked unwillingly, "Will Mr. Wang Lu not consider other options?"

Wang Lu shook his head firmly, "My heart belongs only to Wang Wu, she is the love of my life."

The fairy sighed and turned away. After that, many fairies came to show their goodwill, but Wang Lu remained unmoved.

He knew that he only had Wang Wu in his heart, and no one could replace her position. And Wang Wu also felt extremely happy about Wang Lu's deep affection, and the relationship between the two became deeper.

On the road of cultivating immortals, Wang Lu and Wang Wu went hand in hand and faced all kinds of challenges and difficulties together. Their love story has become a good story in the fairy world and has been passed down through the ages.

On this day, the sun shone softly on the fairy mountain, and Wang Lu was meditating in the courtyard. Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and the graceful figure of the Immortal King appeared in front of him out of thin air.

"Wang Lu, my friend, would you like to drink tea and have a good chat with me today?" The Immortal King smiled, his voice gentle and mellow.

Wang Lu was startled, and then he stood up and saluted respectfully, saying: "I am honored to be invited by the Immortal King."

The two came to the stone table in the courtyard and sat down. The fairy boy quickly presented the exquisite tea set and top-grade immortal tea. The Immortal King brewed tea by himself, his movements were elegant and skillful, and the fragrance of tea spread instantly.

"Wang Lu, your deeds have become a good story in the immortal world, and I admire you very much." The Immortal King took a sip of tea and said slowly.

Wang Lu responded modestly: "Your Majesty, I am just making some progress on the road of cultivating immortals, and I still need to work hard."

The Immortal King nodded slightly, his eyes revealing deep meaning: "The road of cultivating immortals is long and difficult, with opportunities and challenges along the way. You should not forget your original intention and keep moving forward."

Wang Lu replied solemnly: "I will keep in mind the Immortal King's teachings."

The Immortal King put down the teacup, and his tone became more cordial: "Today we will not talk about cultivation, but only about love and romance. I wonder what you are looking forward to in your heart?"

Wang Lu thought for a while and said: "I only wish to be with my beloved and protect the peace of this immortal world."

The Immortal King laughed heartily: "What a sentimental and righteous young man!"

In this courtyard filled with the fragrance of tea, Wang Lu and the Immortal King had a great conversation, and before they knew it, the sun had set.

After drinking tea, the Immortal King smiled and said to Wang Lu: "Wang Lu, there are still many wonderful things in my palace. I wonder if you are willing to go with me to visit and experience them together?"

Wang Lu was pleasantly surprised when he heard this, and hurriedly bowed respectfully: "Thank you for your kindness, the Immortal King. I am very grateful for it."

Then, the Immortal King waved his long sleeves, and a ray of light enveloped the two of them, and they disappeared in an instant.

When the light dissipated, Wang Lu found himself in the Immortal King's palace. I saw that the palace was magnificent, with jade buildings scattered in an orderly manner, and the surrounding clouds and mist were misty, just like a fairyland.

The Immortal King led the way in front, and Wang Lu followed closely behind. Along the way, the fragrance of exotic flowers and plants was fragrant, and rare birds and animals played in the meantime.

"Wang Lu, take a look at this garden, the flowers in it are rare in the world." The Immortal King pointed to a garden full of flowers and said.

Wang Lu looked around and saw all kinds of flowers competing for beauty, emitting charming light and fragrance.

"The Immortal King Palace is really extraordinary everywhere." Wang Lu exclaimed sincerely.

Afterwards, the Immortal King took Wang Lu to visit many mysterious places such as the treasure pavilion and the secret room for cultivation. Every time he went to a place, Wang Lu was shocked by the magic and magnificence of the Immortal Palace.

This visit to the Immortal Palace opened Wang Lu's eyes and gave him a deeper understanding of the mysteries of the immortal world.

Wang Lu was attacked when he left the Immortal King Palace. A group of men in black rushed out from all directions, holding sharp blades and rushing towards him.

Wang Lu was startled, but he did not panic. He quickly displayed his Wuxiang swordsmanship, and his figure shuttled between the men in black like a ghost, swinging the sword in his hand tightly, dissolving the enemy's attacks one by one.

However, the men in black seemed to be well prepared. Their cooperation was very tacit, and their moves were extremely fierce. Wang Lu gradually felt a little tired, and there were several more wounds on his body.

Just when Wang Lu was in trouble, a ray of light fell from the sky and turned into a fairy. The fairy held a long sword and had a graceful figure. Her appearance made the men in black suddenly confused.

After the fairy joined the battle, the situation reversed instantly. Her swordsmanship was superb, her moves were sharp, and each sword contained powerful power, and the men in black fell one after another.

Wang Lu took the opportunity to adjust his state and fight side by side with the fairy. Under the joint attack of the two, the men in black were finally repelled.

After the battle, the fairy came to Wang Lu and said with a smile: "Wang Lu, are you okay? I am the elder of the Spirit Sword Sect and have been protecting you in secret."

Wang Lu said gratefully: "Thank you for your help, elder. I am fine. But why did these men in black attack me?"

The elder frowned and said: "These men in black may be instructed by someone to harm you. But don't worry, our Spirit Sword Sect will investigate this matter and will not let you get hurt."

Wang Lu nodded and said: "Then I'll trouble you, elder."

The elder looked at Wang Lu, and a trace of appreciation flashed in his eyes: "Wang Lu, your strength is improving very quickly. In time, you will become a great man. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to me at any time."

After speaking, the elder turned into a ray of light and disappeared.

Wang Lu looked at the direction where the elder left, his heart full of gratitude and respect. He knew that there were many challenges waiting for him on the road to cultivating immortals, but he was not afraid because he had firm beliefs and an indomitable spirit.

In the ever-changing world of immortal cultivation, Wang Lu's name shines like a bright star in the sky.

One day, Wang Lu walked to a valley and encountered eight thieves. All eight of them had fierce looks on their faces and exuded evil spirits.

Wang Lu stood tall and looked determined, facing the eight thieves without fear. The thieves took the lead in attacking, and all kinds of evil spells came like a storm. However, Wang Lu was calm and composed, circulated his spiritual power, and displayed exquisite defense skills to resist the thieves' first round of attacks.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the thieves exchanged glances with each other, changed their formations, and launched a more fierce attack again. But how could Wang Lu be trapped by such means? His figure was like lightning, shuttling between the thieves, and the magic weapon in his hand shone brightly, and every swing contained powerful power.

On a dark and windy night, a tense atmosphere permeated the town. Recently, a group of thieves have been frequenting, burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil. The people live in fear.

Wang Lu, a righteous and martial arts knight, heard about this and decided to step forward to eliminate this scourge for the people.

He was dressed in black and had a long sword on his waist. In the night, he was like a black panther ready to hunt, quietly waiting for the thieves to appear.

Finally, a group of thieves appeared on the street. They held sharp blades and had hideous faces. They broke into people's homes and looted property unscrupulously.

Wang Lu's eyes were wide open, and he flew out of the dark and shouted: "Evil thieves, don't be so arrogant!"

The thieves were startled by the sudden shout, but they quickly reacted and waved their weapons to attack Wang Lu.

Wang Lu was agile and cleverly avoided the thieves' attacks. With a wave of the long sword in his hand, a thief fell to the ground in an instant.

Seeing this, the other thieves besieged Wang Lu even more frantically. But Wang Lu's swordsmanship was superb, and every move was extremely sharp, so the thieves couldn't get close at all.

In the fierce battle, Wang Lu's anger grew stronger and stronger. He thought of the pain and disaster these thieves brought to the people, and he suddenly wanted to kill them.

I saw his sword change, and he attacked the thieves like a storm. A thief wanted to escape, and Wang Lu flew to catch up and cut him under his feet with a sword.

The remaining thieves saw that the situation was not good and began to flee in all directions. But how could Wang Lu let them go? He used his light skills and quickly caught up.

In the end, under Wang Lu's fierce attack, none of the thieves survived. And the most vicious leader was cut into pieces by Wang Lu to vent his hatred.

When the battle was over, the town returned to peace. The people walked out of their homes and were grateful to Wang Lu.

Wang Lu looked at the cheering people and was filled with relief. He knew that as long as there was evil.

After Wang Lu killed all the evil thieves, his anger was not completely quelled. He knew that if the thieves' lair was not completely eradicated, there would be endless troubles in the future, and more innocent people would suffer.

He took a short break and headed towards their lair along the clues left by the thieves when they fled. Along the way, Wang Lu looked grim and his steps were firm.

Passing through the deep forest and crossing the turbulent stream, Wang Lu finally came to the thieves' lair. This is a mountain stronghold located deep in the valley, surrounded by strict security.

Wang Lu approached carefully and avoided the patrolling guards with his excellent body skills. He sneaked into the mountain stronghold and saw that the houses were scattered and the square in the middle was piled with stolen property.

Wang Lu's eyes flashed with disgust and continued to explore. In a room, he found many innocent people who were imprisoned. They looked haggard and their eyes were full of fear and despair.

Wang Lu quickly untied their bonds and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you."

The people's eyes lit up with hope.

However, Wang Lu's actions still attracted the attention of the thieves. A large number of thieves came from all directions and surrounded him.

"You kid, you dare to break in alone, you are simply seeking death!" The leader of the thieves shouted.

Wang Lu sneered: "Today is your doomsday!"

After that, he drew out his long sword again and started a more intense battle with the thieves. Wang Lu's sword was like a storm, and every move was determined to kill. The thieves fell one after another, but they still fought to the death.

After a bloody battle, Wang Lu finally wiped out all the thieves. He stood tiredly in the square covered with blood, and the sun shone on him, as if covering him with a layer of golden light.

Then, Wang Lu led the rescued people out of the mountain village. The people were grateful to him, but Wang Lu just smiled faintly, turned around and left, and continued on his road of justice.

After Wang Lu successfully wiped out the thieves, he stepped into their lair without hesitation. As soon as he entered, a disgusting smell came to his face.

The scene in front of him made Wang Lu frown. He saw that the house was full of stolen gold and silver treasures, scattered randomly and without any order. The ground was full of bloodstains and messy footprints, and various cruel torture instruments were hung on the walls, as if telling the painful torture suffered by innocent people.

In the corner, there were piles of worn-out clothes, emitting an unpleasant musty smell. A closer look showed that they were all stripped from the victims. Going further in, in a cell, there were still traces of the people's painful struggles. The hay on the ground was soaked with blood, and after drying, it formed patches of dark stains.

In the kitchen, rotten food and sour soup exuded a foul odor, and rats and cockroaches shuttled freely in it. In the bedroom, the messy bed and obscene portraits were even more unbearable to look at.

Wang Lu's eyes were full of anger and disgust. He could hardly imagine how these thieves lived a decadent and sinful life here. Every filthy corner seemed to be a blasphemy against justice and a trampling on human nature.

He held the hilt tightly and swore in his heart that such evil must disappear forever and that there would no longer be such a tragic scene in the world. Wang Lu decided to clean up this place thoroughly and return innocence and peace to the world.

Wang Lu looked at the filth in the old nest, and the anger in his heart was gradually replaced by determination. He took a deep breath, rolled up his sleeves, and decided to clean up the traces of this crime by himself.

He first found a few carts and carefully collected the stolen gold and silver treasures, preparing to return them to the victims in the future. For those smelly clothes and rotten food, Wang Lu shoveled them up with a shovel without hesitation and threw them into the deep ditch in the distance.

He washed the blood and hay in the cell with clean water again and again until the original bricks and stones were exposed on the ground. He took down the torture instruments hanging on the wall one by one and gathered them together for destruction.

Wang Lu took a broom and carefully swept the dust and garbage in every corner. He tore off the obscene portraits without hesitation and burned them. His forehead was covered with sweat and his clothes were soaked with sweat, but he did not stop at all.

During the cleaning process, Wang Lu found some relics of the people. He carefully sorted them out and planned to find the owner to return them. Every time he found a meaningful item, his determination to seek justice for the people became stronger.

After several days of hard work, the old nest finally had a brand new look. The air that was originally filled with stench became fresh, and the dirty and messy room became tidy and clean.

When Wang Lu finished the last cleaning, he stood in the center of the old nest, and the sun shone on him through the window. He knew that although the physical filth here had been cleaned up, he still had a long way to go to completely eliminate the evil in the world. However, at this moment he was full of confidence, because he firmly believed that justice would prevail over evil.