Being a Late Bloomer in the Cultivation World

'Luckily, they are both at the Middle-Stage Foundation Establishment, no stronger than me.'

Wei Tu calmed down. With his hands hidden in his sleeves, one clutched a Talisman tightly while the other began to activate his Defensive Magical Artifact—the Earth Rock Shield.

This Earth Rock Shield was the Tier Two Middle Grade Defensive Magical Artifact he had secretly purchased from the Xiaya Mei Family before entering the Yunze Secret Realm.

On the other side, the two Cultivators from Qingzhu Mountain watched Wei Tu's every move, vigilantly searching for an opening.

This time, although the two had seized the initiative and surrounded Wei Tu, his constant caution had rendered their advantage largely useless. When they first appeared and attacked with their Magical Artifacts, Wei Tu had easily evaded them with his Body Technique and a Talisman.

The two sides were locked in a stalemate.

Although the two from Qingzhu Mountain outnumbered Wei Tu, his Spirit Pet, the Sky-Splitting Carving, circled above their heads. The creature could deliver a fatal blow to either of them at any moment.

Therefore, they dared not act rashly.

Seeing this, the square-faced man said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist, hand over those two Dragon Bone Flowers, and we can put this matter to rest."

"It is better to resolve enmity than to create it."

He adopted a negotiating posture.

The tall, thin man behind the square-faced man also nodded and chimed in, "Fellow Daoist, you deceived us, which was dishonorable. If you return the Dragon Bone Flowers now, we can still become friends."

"Judging by your attire, Fellow Daoist, you must be from a Golden Core Family. If you could befriend the two of us from Qingzhu Mountain... your family's elders would surely think more highly of you..."

Hearing this, Wei Tu scoffed inwardly. He wasn't some naive Second Generation Immortal from a Golden Core Family, but a Foundation Establishment Cultivator who had clawed his way up from the ranks of Independent Cultivators. There was no way he would be foolish enough to believe the tall, thin man's words.

On the surface, however, Wei Tu put on a look of being deeply moved. His tone was full of surprise, his face showing a trace of remorse and a hint of anticipation. "If I hand over the Dragon Bone Flowers, will you two Fellow Daoists truly let me go? And even befriend me?"

"Of course."

The square-faced man breathed a sigh of relief, a smile spreading across his face as he nodded.

'If getting the Dragon Bone Flowers can be this easy, it's undoubtedly a good thing for me.'

'After he hands over the Dragon Bone Flowers, I'll trick him into giving me his Beast Taming Token to control this Sky-Splitting Carving,' the square-faced man thought with a smirk.

Although he was somewhat suspicious of Wei Tu's "surrender," he was more inclined to believe it.

The Three Immortal Sects were the rulers of the Zheng Country Cultivation Realm, and over the years, many Cultivators from Golden Core Families had tried to curry favor with them.

"Here is a Dragon Bone Flower. I will give you one first, Fellow Daoist. As for the other, if you truly wish to be my friend, then I will give it to you."

With a flip of his palm, a seven-inch jade box appeared in Wei Tu's hand.

He opened the jade box to give the square-faced man a glimpse inside, then channeled his Magical Power and tossed it toward him.

'So naive.' The square-faced man inwardly scoffed at Wei Tu's foolishness.

He did not let this show on his face, however. He first raised a dark-colored shield, then carefully used the Object Control Spell, manipulating it with his Divine Sense to receive the seven-inch jade box Wei Tu had tossed.

But in that very instant, three beams of sword light erupted from the jade box, leaving a trail of phantoms as they streaked toward the square-faced man.

The square-faced man's expression changed drastically. He scrambled to command the dark-colored shield in his hand to block the three deadly beams of sword light.

However, just as he raised his arm to lift the shield, he suddenly felt his body grow rigid, as if he were being crushed by some unknown pressure.

"What the hell is this?!" Terror filled the square-faced man's eyes. Just then, he saw a five-colored glow suddenly emerge from the ground beneath him.

It was this five-colored glow that had suddenly caused his body to stiffen under that strange pressure.

Then, as the square-faced man watched, the mass of five-colored light descended upon the dark-colored shield in his hands.

The square-faced man's arms instantly sank, and the dark-colored shield was forced from his grip, slamming heavily onto the ground.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

Three sword hums rang out. The square-faced man watched in horror as his Magical Power Shield was effortlessly pierced by the three beams of sword light as if it were nothing, which then struck his body.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Within half a breath of the jade box hitting the ground, the square-faced man's vision went black, and he collapsed into a pool of blood.

"Senior Brother Bao?" Seeing the square-faced man die, the tall, thin man cried out, his voice cracking. He stared at Wei Tu, a flicker of terror in his eyes.

This young Cultivator was no naive lamb, but a ferocious beast with hidden fangs and claws.

Compared to Wei Tu, they were the truly naive ones, the "Family Cultivators" who had been raised in a greenhouse, sheltered from the real world.

"You dare kill me? Qingzhu Mountain won't let you get away with this!" the tall, thin man threatened, his voice sharp but his spirit trembling.

"Haste!" Wei Tu turned a deaf ear to his threats. He chanted a Magic Spell, using his Geomagnetic Primordial Light and Divine Sense to propel three Ice Flood Dragon Swords toward the tall, thin man.

At the same time, Wei Tu commanded the Sky-Splitting Carving, which had been watching from the sidelines, to join the attack.

The tall, thin man frantically slapped several Talismans onto his body, erecting multiple protective shields. Then, he bit the tip of his tongue, spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood, and prepared to use Blood Escape to flee.

'I should be outside the range of his Divine Sense now.' After escaping several miles, the tall, thin man looked back at the pursuing Sky-Splitting Carving in the distance, a look of relief on his face.