Chapter 229 - 150: Humiliation, Counterattack, Hundred Saints Shocked

Chapter 229: Chapter 150: Humiliation, Counterattack, Hundred Saints Shocked

Beneath them, the beasts occasionally poking their heads out from between the Spirit Peaks were a dazzling sight.

What surprised Jiang Hao even more was that neither the birds nor the beasts were mere decorations. The Cyan Mist Sect didn’t raise these spiritual creatures just for show. He could sense terrifying fluctuations of power from some of them.

Undoubtedly, if a holy war were to erupt in the Cyan Mist Sect, these seemingly pet-like creatures could instantly transform into a terrifying army and a natural barrier.

However, as he saw more of them, Jiang Hao gradually recovered from his shock and lost interest.

Cyan Mist Island was even larger than Jiang Hao had imagined.

He had anticipated that traversing Thousand Sects Island would require Teleportation Arrays. But he hadn’t expected that even after entering the sect’s territory, they still needed to rely on such an Array to reach the mountain gate.

Traveling in this manner, it was an hour later by the time the group arrived at the Cyan Mist Mountain Gate.

Vast expanses of Immortal Palaces and jade pavilions floated among the Spirit Mountain Green Peaks, shrouded in swirling mist and clearly layered.

The mountain gate of the Cyan Mist Sect consisted of nine mountain layers, ascending one after another, as if corresponding to the Ninth Heaven of the Saint Realm.

Upon each mountain layer stood the Endless Immortal Palace. The highest Immortal Palace stood out from the rest, overlooking the entire sect, radiating boundless Holy Light and rippling with saintly might.

Beneath the Immortal Palaces of the nine great mountain layers was an incredibly massive complex of buildings. This was likely the residential area for generations of Cyan Mist Sect disciples, and it seemed that even there, a strict hierarchy was enforced.

"Everyone, please wait here. Elder Song, Wan Ning, and the rest of you, follow me into the Cyan Mist Saint Hall. You have made unparalleled contributions to the Cyan Mist Sect, and the Sect Leader and Saint Venerable will naturally reward you handsomely," Mu Wanli said.

"Understood!"

After instructing the crowd, Mu Wanli turned her gaze to Jiang Hao and said with cold elegance, "Young Master Jiang, you come too. My master and the Sect Leader wish to see you."

Hearing this, Jiang Hao gave a slight nod but remained silent.

Looking at the highly imposing Holy Hall before him, it was impossible for Jiang Hao not to be astonished. It was indeed worthy of being a Holy Sect’s Holy Hall. Standing at the top must give one the feeling of ruling the world.

However, what Jiang Hao didn’t know was that this complex of Immortal Palaces, seemingly full of supreme deterrence, would one day be nearly uprooted entirely by him. But of course, that was a story for later.

They flew into the Holy Hall. It was different from all the grand scenes Jiang Hao had witnessed before.

Inside the Holy Hall, a thick Spiritual Mist obscured everything, making it impossible to see one’s own hand. The moment they stepped into the Holy Land, it was as if they had entered a realm of chaos, unable to pry into the secrets within.

Before the group could even find their footing, a voice echoing as if from the Ninth Heaven rang throughout the entire Holy Hall. "Chang Lin, Wan Ning, you have done well this time and made a great contribution to the sect. The Sect Leader and I have already discussed it; these are your rewards. You must cultivate diligently from now on."

As the voice faded, hundreds of streaks of Holy Light cascaded down from the boundless Spiritual Mist above them. The light enveloped various items that slowly descended and floated into their respective hands.

Looking at their rewards, Mu Wan Ning and the others were thrilled. Even an Elder like Song Changlin was breathing heavily, his aged body trembling uncontrollably.

"Thank you, Saint Venerable! Thank you, Sect Leader! Thank you, Supreme Elders!"

Everyone bowed deeply. Although their eyes brimmed with boundless joy, their faces remained utterly respectful.

Standing behind them, Jiang Hao quietly observed everything without making a sound. A moment later, the voice echoed once more.

"Wanli, I presume this is Young Master Qin, the Qin Fan you mentioned in your Sound Transmission Talisman?"

Hearing the voice address him, Jiang Hao immediately scanned his surroundings but found nothing.

"This junior, Qin Fan, greets the senior predecessors of the Cyan Mist Sect," he said.

Although he couldn’t see any figures, Jiang Hao sensed countless terrifying auras prowling around him. Those hidden gazes scrutinized him from a condescending height.

In a daze, Jiang Hao even felt as though he were stripped bare, thoroughly seen through by those terrifying supreme beings.

"I wonder if Gu Qingyan’s Concealment Art can actually work in front of Saints," Jiang Hao said to himself. Whether it was useful or not, he frantically circulated this Secret Technique in secret.

Any fool could see the Cyan Mist Sect’s goal—they clearly intended to recruit him.

This was evident from Song Changlin’s attitude along the journey. Having just arrived at Thousand Sects Island, with the situation still unclear, he naturally didn’t want to get dragged into the muddy waters of this Earth Realm.

However, just as Jiang Hao was contemplating how to respond, a sudden change occurred.

BOOM!!!

A terrifying burst of Dao Entrance Realm might abruptly descended, suppressing the young man.

Jiang Hao’s entire body trembled. It was as if a massive, invisible hand was pressing down on him, forcing him to kneel.

THUD!!!

The sound of his knee slamming against the floor was ear-piercing. No matter how Jiang Hao mobilized his internal strength, he was still caught off guard and forced down onto one knee.

He was completely powerless to resist that Dao Entrance Realm power.

"Saint Venerable?"

"Sect Leader?"

Seeing this scene, Song Changlin and Mu Wan Ning instantly cried out in shock, caught completely off guard.

To the side, Mu Wanli watched coldly, as if none of it had anything to do with her.

It was glaringly obvious that the higher-ups of the Cyan Mist Sect were testing the young man’s potential and talent. Currently, it was the second stage of the Prodigy Hegemony. A Cultivator in the Dao Entrance Realm attacking a prodigy would not trigger the restrictive power.

Therefore, these high and mighty Saints had summoned a Dao Entrance Realm Cultivator to project their Dao might and suppress him.

Forced onto one knee, Jiang Hao flew into a blazing rage, but he instantly suppressed the fury deep in his heart.