Chapter 230 - 150: Humiliation, Counterattack, Hundred Saints Shocked

Chapter 230: Chapter 150: Humiliation, Counterattack, Hundred Saints Shocked

Jiang Hao reacted quickly and secretly exerted his strength. Though he was originally capable of resisting the probing pressure of the Dao aura, he took the opportunity to intentionally injure his own internal organs.

The next moment.

PUFF!

Jiang Hao forced out a mouthful of blood, spraying it into the air.

Sure enough, the moment he spat blood, the oppressive Dao aura immediately retracted. Unexpectedly, a majestic voice then echoed from the void.

"It seems you have no destiny with our Cyan Mist Sect, young man. Take this Healing Pill as compensation for your injuries."

As the voice faded, a pill slowly descended and hovered in front of Jiang Hao.

At this moment, even Jiang Hao felt subjected to an immense humiliation. A face-to-face probe—blatant, naked, and completely undisguised. It was an utter insult, a humiliation of the highest order. A fire raged wildly in his heart, on the verge of erupting.

In the nick of time, a gentle energy silently entered his body, quickly quelling his fury. Immediately after, an old voice echoed in his mind.

"Young man, before you possess true strength, you are nothing but an ant in the eyes of a Saint. An elephant cares little for the feelings of an ant. If you wish to walk out of the Cyan Mist Sect alive, you had best accept this pill."

Hearing the sudden voice, Jiang Hao instantly regained his clarity. However, looking at the pill before him, he felt an endless sense of stifling frustration. After a brief internal struggle, he slowly stood up. His hand, reaching for the pill, felt as though it weighed a thousand pounds.

Seeing the young man accept the Spirit Pill, the majestic voice from above rang out again.

"If you have any demands, speak them freely. As long as the Cyan Mist Sect can accept it, we will grant it to you. Consider it a token of gratitude for your assistance."

Clutching the pill tightly in his palm, Jiang Hao slowly raised his eyes, his gaze piercing directly toward the source of the voice. When he spoke, his tone was calm and tactful.

"This junior dares not ask for much. I only wish to collect the thirty thousand Middle-grade Spirit Stones promised by Miss Mu. That is what I am owed. If I truly must make a request, it is simply this: I have been accustomed to freedom my whole life, and I only hope to travel around Thousand Sects Island unhindered."

"Very well. Since you have no other demands, we shall grant your request."

Within the Spiritual Mist, a beam of Holy Light shone down once more, dropping countless Middle-grade Spirit Stones. At the same time, another authoritative voice spoke.

"Please do not take offense, young man. Senior Brother Saint Venerable has always had this kind of temper; it is practically known to everyone across Thousand Sects Island. Sometimes, he does not even give me, the Sect Leader, any face. You are a paragon among men, so please do not take it to heart.

"Here are eight hundred thousand Middle-grade Spirit Stones. Consider it our gratitude for your great kindness in saving Wan Ning and the others.

"Furthermore, our Cyan Mist Sect offers you a promise: as long as you are within Thousand Sects Island, should you ever fall into danger, we will intervene to assist you once."

Obviously, the person speaking was the Cyan Mist Sect Leader. It was a classic case of playing good cop, bad cop.

"Thank you, Sect Leader."

Although Jiang Hao only wanted to take his rightful share, he feared that if he refused, it would be just as the mysterious voice had warned—he might never be able to leave Cyan Mist Island alive. In the end, the young man pocketed the eight hundred thousand Middle-grade Spirit Stones and bowed, swallowing his boundless humiliation.

"May I ask, Sect Leader, if there is nothing else, can this junior leave Cyan Mist Island now?"

"Of course. You are free to go."

"As the master of a sect, does the Sect Leader’s word stand?"

"I never go back on my word."

Having received this assurance, Jiang Hao bowed once more, stepped back, and flew out of the Cyan Mist Saint Hall.

Right after he left, a sigh echoed through the Holy Hall.

"A mere trace of Dao aura was enough to injure his internal organs. His Mortal Shedding realm is flawed. He cannot be considered top-tier. Since he amounts to nothing more than this, he can neither become Wanli’s right-hand man nor her stumbling block. Let him go."

As the majestic voice faded, Mu Wanli slowly turned her head, a rare ripple of emotion flickering in her icy eyes. Perhaps the phrase about him not being her stumbling block had struck a chord within the Cyan Mist Saintess. Her figure immediately flashed, disappearing from the Holy Hall as she followed after Jiang Hao.

The next moment.

At the mountain gate of the Cyan Mist Sect.

"Young man."

The instant the emotionless call rang out...

BOOM!

An unimaginably vast surge of Soul Power erupted from the Cyan Mist Saintess, crashing toward Jiang Hao like a monstrous, overwhelming tsunami. With no time to think, Jiang Hao instinctively defended himself. An equally terrifying and heart-palpitating wave of Soul Power surged backward, akin to the bursting dams of Tian Hai.

BOOM!

An invisible explosion roared as the two streams of Soul Power collided and dissipated into nothingness. Jiang Hao cast a slight sidelong glance but did not turn around. However, the beautiful figure behind him was forced to take a half-step back.

When she looked up again at the young man in white, a storm of shock raged within her icy, beautiful eyes.

Not only that, but the very moment the young man’s Soul Power instinctively swept outward, over a hundred imposing figures inside the Cyan Mist Saint Hall abruptly opened their eyes, filled with boundless astonishment.

Jiang Hao, on the other hand, instantly froze. He cursed inwardly, "This is bad!"