Chapter 226 - 149: A Familiar Name, So What If It’s a Saint Venerable?

Chapter 226: Chapter 149: A Familiar Name, So What If It’s a Saint Venerable?

Demon Ridge was vast, boundless, and unfathomably deep.

It wasn’t until he entered the so-called Demon Ridge Enchanted Valley with the people of the Cyan Mist Sect that Jiang Hao finally understood Mu Wan Ning’s previous words.

The Demon Ridge Enchanted Valley was actually a barrier blocking outside Cultivators from entering Thousand Sects Island. The forest was shrouded in mist, a vast expanse of white, filled with endless, unknown dangers.

However, the native Cultivators of Thousand Sects Island all carried a peculiar Guiding Talisman, which allowed them to avoid the hazardous routes hidden within the mist.

Not only that, but after tens of thousands of years of exploration and accumulation, these sects had established countless Teleportation Arrays within the Demon Ridge Enchanted Valley.

Seeing that even the Cyan Mist Sect needed to rely on one Teleportation Array after another to cross the valley, Jiang Hao finally realized that without a local Cultivator leading the way, an outsider trying to enter Thousand Sects Island would find it as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

"These Teleportation Arrays were mapped out by generations of sect predecessors at the cost of their lives. Through spatial teleportation, one can effectively bypass some of the most dangerous areas in the Mist Valley," Mu Wan Ning explained to Jiang Hao. Along the way, through this young girl, Jiang Hao had learned a lot of information about Thousand Sects Island.

Time slowly passed. The group of experts from the Cyan Mist Sect occasionally traversed the Mist Valley on foot and occasionally entered a Teleportation Array, constantly advancing toward Thousand Sects Island.

At the same time the group was rushing toward the Thousand Sects Island Realm, deep within Thousand Sects Island on an island Jiang Hao had never seen before—inside a sect’s Holy Land that resembled an otherworldly fairyland—a terrifying saintly might rippled through heaven and earth within the Holy Hall.

"That girl, Cyan Mist, sent back a message using a Sound Transmission Talisman. The Regeneration Grass has been safely brought to Demon Ridge. At this moment, it is being escorted back to the sect by Cyan Mist and the Elders."

An extremely majestic voice echoed throughout the entire Holy Hall.

Suddenly, the Holy Hall of the Cyan Mist Sect boiled with endless excitement.

"Excellent! With the Regeneration Grass, the Sect Leader can be saved, and the Cyan Mist Sect will be saved!"

"Hahaha! Heaven will not destroy our Cyan Mist Sect! Heaven truly will not destroy our Cyan Mist Sect!"

"To think that the girl Wan Ning actually found this divine grass in the mortal world. With this divine herb, the Regeneration Pill can finally be refined."

"Pill King, how confident are you in refining the Regeneration Pill?"

"To reply to the Saint Venerable, refining the Regeneration Pill is not difficult. The difficult part is the Regeneration Grass. With this divine herb, the pill will be completed in less than three months."

In the slightly empty Holy Hall, only their voices could be heard, but no figures were visible. However, in this space, there were at least a hundred terrifying Saint Realm fluctuations.

Hearing the previous words, several somewhat hypocritical yet majestic voices chimed in.

"Congratulations to the Cyan Mist Sect! Congratulations, Saint Venerable! With the Regeneration Pill, Cyan Mist will return to its peak and endure for eternity."

"This is truly a cause for celebration! On behalf of the Celestial Star Sect, I congratulate the Evergreen Saint Venerable and the Cyan Mist Sect in advance."

"In that case, in another three months, we will be able to leave Cyan Mist and return to our respective sects."

As several voices spoke up, another aged voice from the Cyan Mist Sect echoed through the Holy Hall once more.

"Thank you, fellow Daoists, for coming to our aid during the Cyan Mist Sect’s time of crisis. The Cyan Mist Sect will certainly not forget this favor. In the future, if your esteemed sects face such a calamity, the Cyan Mist Sect will not sit idly by."

"Haha, the Saint Venerable exaggerates. Even if the Cyan Mist Sect Leader didn’t take action, with the Saint Venerable guarding Cyan Mist Island, it’s not as if just anyone could make Cyan Mist disappear."

"Be that as it may, we still thank you for your promise, Saint Venerable."

Countless voices rang out one after another, all expressing their gratitude to the so-called Evergreen Saint Venerable.

It was obvious that the current situation of the Cyan Mist Sect was extremely pessimistic. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the supreme Saint Realm experts of so many different sects to appear in their Holy Hall at the same time.

Just as everyone finished speaking and the voices were about to return to peace, a sudden sound broke the silence.

"Hmm?"

The majestic voice that had spoken first sounded again, its tone filled with belated realization and unexpected surprise.

"Grand Elder, what is it? Could it be that Young Cyan Mist sent back another message?"

"Young Cyan Mist’s Sound Transmission Talisman seems to mention a youth named Qin Fan. He is suspected to be a world-shocking existence among the younger generation. Wan Ning and the others were able to return safely entirely thanks to this youth’s assistance."

"A youth? Which sect’s world-shocking genius is he? It must have been the Guardian behind him who took action."

"He is a Loose Cultivator."

"Oh?"

As soon as these words were spoken, even though not a single figure could be seen in the entire Holy Hall, a trace of astonishment permeated the air.

"A Loose Cultivator?"

"Young Cyan Mist said that this Loose Cultivator has formidable and unfathomable strength. He once single-handedly suppressed and killed the three Early-stage Transcendence mighty figures who were pursuing Wan Ning and the others."

"What else did the Sound Transmission Talisman say?"

"Song Changlin and his companion seem to hold this youth in high regard. They hope that we can recruit him into Cyan Mist for our sect’s use."

"Heh, he merely killed three Early-stage Transcendence ants. Song Changlin’s cultivation is meager and his horizons are shallow. Our Cyan Mist Sect has at least eighty, if not a hundred, such geniuses. This is far too exaggerated."

"The Saint Venerable is right. Furthermore, we are currently in the second stage of the Genius Hegemony. The resources of every sect are stretched thin. Where would our Cyan Mist Sect find the extra resources to nurture a world-shocking genius? If we had such resources, it would be better to distribute them among the various peaks; the effects might be even greater."

"However, since Song Changlin recommends him so strongly, perhaps this child truly possesses extraordinary qualities. If he didn’t, Young Cyan Mist wouldn’t have personally sent a voice transmission to ask."

"In that case, let’s wait until we see him in person. If he truly has potential, we will make a decision then."

After the terrifying existences of the Cyan Mist Sect finished their discussion, the entire hall quieted down once again. Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Three days later.

The moment the Teleportation Array lit up once more, countless towering figures appeared on the other side of Demon Ridge.