Cultivation Begins with Skill Points - Chapter 534 - 535: Undercover

Chapter 534: Chapter 535: Undercover

“Senior Brother, do I really have to join the Nine Nether Demon Sect?”

Although Shi Yunyi knew this was the best choice, his heart still resisted, especially after knowing the true nature of the Nine Nether Demon Sect, which was completely contrary to his ideals.

“You should call it the Nine Nether Sacred Land, and it is your only choice, unless you’re willing to continue bearing the identity of a Sin Blood descendant.” Zhong Lin corrected his phrasing mistake.

Shi Yunyi remained silent, his heart full of struggle, and only after a while did he nod and say, “I understand.”

Zhong Lin patted Shi Yunyi’s shoulder gently and said, “You can also change your perspective. The Two Realms War is about to begin, and you enter the Nine Nether Demon Sect to feed the demon, gather intelligence, and when the time is ripe, you can rise up and destroy this cancer, isn’t it?”

“Saying it like this makes me feel better indeed,” Shi Yunyi forced a smile and said.

“So sometimes, don’t think about things so extremely. Perhaps changing your perspective can turn bad things into good, just like the Imperial Blood in your body, which, while full of sin, is also a good thing to enhance your strength,” Zhong Lin said with a smile.

“Thank you, Senior Brother.”

Zhong Lin then turned his head to look at Gao Ran, who was still kneeling on the ground, and said, “Did you understand what my junior brother and I just discussed?”

“I understood the gist of it, Master. Is this … young man really a descendant of the Sin Blood Emperor?”

Gao Ran’s expression was somewhat indescribable, filled with a mix of surprise and resentment.

Zhong Lin raised an eyebrow: “You don’t seem surprised?”

Gao Ran smiled bitterly and said, “Master, do you know why the Sect Hierarch sealed me here as punishment? It’s because of him.”

As he spoke, he pointed at Shi Yunyi.

“Years ago, the Sect Hierarch sent me to the Xuan Gui Continent to find a descendant of the Sin Blood Emperor, but with the vastness of the world, I failed the mission and was punished. Who would have thought…”

Gao Ran didn’t finish his sentence, but his gaze became extremely resentful.

Zhong Lin was rendered speechless; one can only say that life is unpredictable, like sausage wrapped in intestine.

Despite all efforts, he couldn’t find him, causing him to be sealed here. If not for an accident, he would have faded away years ago. Who would have guessed that at the last moment, the young man would appear, vibrant and alive?

Damn it, does this mean all the pain I’ve endured over the millennia was for nothing?

“What does You Boxi want with a Sin Blood descendant?”

“I don’t know; I’m just a small figure and cannot fathom the Sect Hierarch’s thoughts,” Gao Ran shook his head.

Zhong Lin frowned, turned to Shi Yunyi, and said, “Junior Brother, the plan is canceled.”

“No, I want to go.”

“Junior Brother, now is not the time for impulsiveness. The Demon Emperor is also looking for you, and I can’t determine his intentions. It’s too dangerous.”

“But this is also my only way, right?” Shi Yunyi said with a smile, “Senior Brother, I believe my luck won’t be that bad.”

Zhong Lin’s eyes flickered, and he remained silent.

An hour later, a beam of bloodred light disappeared into the sky, and Zhong Lin stepped out of the Blood Cave, looking at the spot where the light vanished with a glint of worry in his eyes.

“Sin Blood descendant, Destiny’s Child, Two Realms War… such tumultuous times!”

Shaking his somewhat aching head, Zhong Lin transformed into a stream of light and returned to the Sword Cauldron Sect.

Another half month passed, and Zhong Lin returned to the Luoxing Islands through the Transmission Array. The first thing he did upon returning was to destroy part of the Transmission Array to cut off any further travel between the two places.

The Xuan Gui Continent had already been exposed to the Demon Emperor. Until this matter is resolved, return is absolutely forbidden. Zhong Lin did not want to return to the Xuan Gui Continent one day to find an unmatched strongman guarding the entrance or to be tracked back to the Luoxing Islands by members of the Nine Nether Demon Sect.

…

“Zhong Lin, is this the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land?”

On the flying boat.

Yu Jinglei, Yin Daoyan, and Gu Yourong gazed in awe at the endless chain of mountains before them.

As far as the eye could see, among the endless mountains were towers reaching the sky, as sharp as swords, with some peaks covered in blossoming flowers and numerous palaces built upon them.

Countless waterfalls a thousand yards high cascaded down from the peaks, resembling countless jade dragons.

The sky was as blue as sapphire, never a whisper of cloud, with a bright sun shining down, clean and without a speck of dust.

On those hundreds of peaks, pine trees twisted with sprawling branches, exuding an ancient aura.

And deeper among the peaks, hidden in the mist, were vast cities, like mirages, making one feel as if they’d arrived in the Immortal Realm.

Yin Daoyan and the others were stunned, rendered speechless by this Heavenly Palace-like scene.

A sense of awe rose spontaneously from their hearts.

“A Sacred Land, this is indeed a Sacred Land! I thought the Luoxing Islands were prosperous enough, but now it seems it was merely an isolated island, and this here is the true Martial Arts Sacred Land.”

Yu Jinglei’s eyes blazed as he looked at everything before him, unable to calm his inner turmoil.

Yin Daoyan also suppressed his excitement, his voice trembling: “Zhong Lin, the greatest fortune in my life was accepting you as my disciple. Without you, how could I have witnessed the wonders of martial arts?”

Gu Yourong, however, reached out and held Zhong Lin’s arm, full of heartache: “Zhong Lin, you must have worked so hard!”

Hearing this, Zhong Lin gently patted Gu Yourong’s delicate hand.

“Let’s go!”

Driving the flying boat towards the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land, suddenly the long calls of immortal cranes pierced the skies one after another.

In the surprised eyes of the three, seven or eight white dots from afar darted over like arrows. At first, they were only the size of a fist, but when they reached the sky above them, they transformed into immortal cranes larger than cattle.

These immortal cranes were unusually magnificent, with bright red crowns, wings spread wide creating gusts of wind; their talons like steel hooks capable of piercing through metal.

More astonishingly, on the backs of these immortal cranes sat martial artists clad in feather-garments.

As the immortal cranes descended, the winds intensified, their flapping wings sending gusts like arrows.

The martial artists dismounted neatly from the cranes and respectfully greeted Zhong Lin with a loud shout.

“We greet the Sixth Saint Heir. May the Saint Heir be ever well.”

And the immortal cranes each tilted their necks and crowed, their sound echoing through the Nine Heavens, as if cheering for Zhong Lin.

Zhong Lin stepped forward, looking down at the disciples whose faces were filled with zeal, and nodded: “Rise!”

“Yes.”

The outer disciples before him gazed at Zhong Lin with reverence and excitement.

Zhong Lin no longer paid attention, driving the flying boat directly towards his East Peak.

“Zhong Lin, were those just now the outer disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land?” Yin Daoyan inquired.

“Yes, these are the disciples selected for the mountain patrol task.”

Yin Daoyan and Yu Jinglei exchanged a look, seeing the shock in each other’s eyes.

They had just sensed the aura from those outer disciples; each was stronger than them, surely martial artists who had condensed the Xuandan, yet here they were merely outer disciples.

It’s known that in the Luoxing Islands, even a half-step Xuandan expert could dominate.