Before making a decision, the sect leader glanced back at the disciples beside him. His gaze was direct, seeking their opinions.
Just as he thought, all the disciples nodded at him. There was no need for further verbal exchange; their thoughts were unified—
If they could join forces to eliminate Lu Wuming and return to their previous state of contending with those factions, they would have a significant chance of victory.
Man dies for wealth.
The spiritual energy emanating from this sword was so potent that it offered them a glimpse of immortality.
Given this, they would regret it if they simply gave up now.
They had a large number of people, while Lu Wuming was alone. Looking around, they couldn't see the Sect Master of the Pill Sect, who was almost always by his side. If that was the case, could they assume their opponent was only this one person, and at least they wouldn't have to face Liu Buli?
The moment this conclusion was reached, the middle-aged man felt a glimmer of hope for victory. His confidence grew, but he still asked with some uncertainty, "Aren't you the Pill Sect Master's Dao companion? Then what about Daoist Liu..."
"My master and I are not in the secret realm at the same time. I was on my way to find him. However, I believe this sword is very suitable for him, so you'd best be careful. I don't really want to fight you."
Lu Wuming guessed what the middle-aged man was about to ask, but he had no intention of telling the truth. Since he didn't know why these people were asking about Liu Buli's whereabouts, he wouldn't reveal anything to them, even for his master's safety.
Moreover, the location where Liu Buli had instructed him to settle was still some distance away. These cultivators couldn't sense Liu Buli's aura, so whether he was nearby or not was up to Lu Wuming to say.
Upon hearing his response, the cultivators exchanged glances, seeing the same greed and madness in each other's eyes.
Their opponent was only one person.
If it was just one person, with so many of them, they should be able to handle it.
The most dangerous emotion in the human heart is often complacency.
With this emotion, a person's courage can increase by several, even tens of times.
Just like now.
The cultivators exchanged glances, then simultaneously averted their gazes, fixing them on Lu Wuming in the distance.
Finally, the man who had first proposed the idea made the first move, as if to set an example for everyone. He directly launched an attack at Lu Wuming.
His long sword, imbued with potent spiritual energy, slashed towards Lu Wuming. His strength was considerable; if his opponent had been anyone else, this move would have had a significant chance of defeating them.
Unfortunately, there were no "ifs."
Lu Wuming merely shifted his body slightly, evading the attack. Then, under the man's slightly astonished gaze, Lu Wuming raised his hand and waved. Water condensed into ice, and a transparent ice sword appeared in his palm.
His master had sent him to seize treasures.
And in the process of fulfilling this request, there were no accompanying conditions such as "no killing."
Lu Wuming seriously considered the current situation. If he didn't retaliate, and these people were using killing moves, he would definitely get injured. His master hated seeing him injured the most. As long as he ensured his own safety, if necessary, eliminating the surrounding "trash" would not be an unforgivable act in his master's eyes.
The moment he reached this conclusion, Lu Wuming attacked the cultivator.
To avoid causing further trouble, he didn't directly reveal his ghost claws. Or rather, for cultivators of this level, his spiritual energy was more than enough. Although, for him, spiritual energy wasn't as convenient as his ghost claws. However, why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken? They weren't worthy of him using other techniques.
As his thoughts settled, the ice sword in Lu Wuming's hand reached the opponent's throat. His speed was incredibly fast, and the cultivator hadn't had time to retract his attacking posture. The consequence was that he couldn't dodge this sword at all and could only watch helplessly as the cold blade appeared before him.
Both the opponent and Lu Wuming himself believed the battle was all but over. But at this moment, the middle-aged man, who had been observing, suddenly moved. The magical artifact in his palm flickered, and the cultivator who had been in front of Lu Wuming suddenly vanished, replaced by a piece of wood roughly the same size.
The ice sword struck the wood, and in an instant, the wood was split in two.
Lu Wuming raised an eyebrow and looked back.
He saw the cultivator had returned to the middle-aged man's side. He was still panting, shaken. Seeing Lu Wuming look at him, his body involuntarily trembled, demonstrating the fear Lu Wuming's previous strike had instilled in him.
Lu Wuming tilted his head. This was the first time he had seen such an item.
Although he himself had no interest in this thing, based on his understanding of his master, Liu Buli would definitely like this magical artifact.
So, he raised his chin and said to the middle-aged man, "Give me the magical artifact you're holding, and I'll let you die quickly."
Since these people had already attacked him, there was no reason for him to let them continue living. Allowing them to die quickly, without suffering too much, was already the greatest concession Lu Wuming could make.
In his opinion, if those people had any sense and were more perceptive, they should have done as he said at this point.
Unfortunately, he overestimated the cultivators' minds. They were not as discerning.
The middle-aged man didn't even bother to answer Lu Wuming's words. He simply turned to look at the people around him and said, "This is my ultimate magical artifact, the art of shifting and changing. It's more powerful than any similar technique today. I'll cooperate with you using this, and we'll all attack together! No matter how skilled he is, he won't be our match! Prepare yourselves, I'm about to activate the artifact!"