Chapter 250: Don’t You Know You’re Famous?
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“Only twenty years?”
Bai Ling was utterly stunned.
If he hadn’t heard it himself, he would never have believed it.
The cultivation speed of demonic beasts compared to cultivators was worlds apart. For cultivators, a decade or two of training was equivalent to decades, even centuries, of effort for a beast.
Even though Quan Ye had half-human blood, the fact that he followed the Body Refining Path indicated that the other half of his bloodline dominated his nature.
Thus, Master Qing Yan’s estimation was not only reasonable but far exceeded expectations.
After the initial shock, Bai Ling immediately realized that Quan Ye’s astonishing talent had overwhelmed his body, leading to his current state. He began to ponder deeply.
Master Qing Yan did not rush him, waiting quietly for his decision.
After a long silence, Bai Ling finally gave his answer.
“Qing Yan, I can reshape his foundation, but you must let him stay with the demonic clans. This is where he belongs.”
“If he wishes to stay, I will not stop him.”
“Good. I’ll convince him.”
Bai Ling firmly believed that once Quan Ye awoke and understood the value of the bloodline flowing through his veins, he would no longer wish to return to the Five Elements Dao Sect. Even though the sect was a sanctuary most cultivators dreamed of, for someone with demonic beast blood, Spirit Mountain was his best refuge.
“I will need to prepare some spiritual medicines. You and…” Bai Ling glanced at Su Ming and realized he hadn’t asked for his name.
Su Ming quickly introduced himself, “Junior Su Ming, ranked third among Master Qing Yan’s personal disciples.”
Bai Ling nodded. “You and Su Ming can rest on Spirit Mountain for a few days. Once I have everything ready, I will perform the Marrow Cleansing and Bone Refinement for Quan Ye.”
Master Qing Yan agreed readily.
Although Spirit Mountain was home to demonic beasts, several houses had been built at its summit. These were usually vacant and dilapidated, but Bai Mei led a few clansmen to refurbish them, making the residences look new again.
Master Qing Yan entered his room and settled into a woven vine chair, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest, his gaze deep and thoughtful.
From the moment they neared Spirit Mountain, the divine soul in his Sea of Consciousness had become unusually quiet, refraining from its usual mischief.
This brought Qing Yan both comfort and suspicion.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that its silence meant it was secretly plotting something.
“Qing Yan, I’ve told you before: you and I are one. Hurting you is the same as hurting myself,” came the divine soul’s voice at just the right time.
Qing Yan’s tone was icy.
“The cultivation world does not need two Qing Yans. If you refuse to leave, there is only death—no other possibility.”
The divine soul fell silent again, either frightened by Qing Yan’s words or waiting for the right moment. Qing Yan’s eyes briefly flashed with anger but soon returned to calm.
One day, he thought, I will destroy this parasite that dares to pry into my thoughts.
…
Meanwhile, in the Nine Abyss Secret Realm, piercing screams echoed.
The Heart Demon Tribulation had been vanquished.
The weariness of a thousand battles was evident in Yu Zhao’s eyes. She scanned the barren stone walls, feeling a sense of release as though waking from a long, surreal dream.
At last, it was over.
The Heart Demon Tribulation had been a thousand times more harrowing than she had anticipated. Without her unwavering will, forged over two lifetimes, she might have been lost in endless cycles of reincarnation, reduced to a mindless shell.
Thankfully, it was all behind her now.
She had reached the peak of Nascent Soul Formation.
Yu Zhao meditated in the cave for three days to adjust her mindset. Once she felt fully recovered, she sought out Yao Wu Ji and Si Tu Xuan, informing them of her imminent departure.
The two first congratulated her, then invited her to visit their territories someday. Once Yu Zhao agreed, they finally let her leave.
Yu Zhao exited the Nine Abyss Secret Realm with a clear destination in mind: Spirit Mountain. She needed to confirm her suspicions.
The journey from the Nine Abyss Secret Realm to Spirit Mountain would normally take five days, but with Yu Zhao traveling at full speed, she arrived at the mountain’s base in just three.
A white peacock descended gracefully, speaking in human words.
“Who dares approach our White Peacock Clan’s sacred ground?”
“I am Yu Zhao of the Five Elements Dao Sect, seeking an audience with Clan Leader Bai Ling.”
“You’re from the Five Elements Dao Sect too?”
The white peacock flapped its wings and, in the blink of an eye, transformed into a stunning woman in white.
“Too?”
Yu Zhao’s heart sank.
She was likely late.
“The sect’s Master Qing Yan and Daoist Su are currently guests on Spirit Mountain. You weren’t aware?”
Bai Mei’s gaze was skeptical.
“I wasn’t. But I have urgent business with Clan Leader Bai Ling. Please deliver my message.”
“The Clan Leader is unavailable. Return later,” Bai Mei said firmly.
Since meeting Master Qing Yan, Bai Ling had not shown himself for several days, and Bai Mei dared not disturb him.
“If I say I know the whereabouts of the Azure Dragon Clan’s descendants, would Clan Leader Bai Ling see me then?”
Yu Zhao’s words froze Bai Mei mid-step.
Her expression grew excited. “What did you just say? You know where the Azure Dragon Clan is?”
Yu Zhao corrected her, “I know of their descendant.”
“Come with me!” Bai Mei’s eyes gleamed as she motioned Yu Zhao to follow.
However, before moving, Bai Mei turned to Yu Zhao with a stern expression. “You’d better not be lying. The White Peacock Clan despises deceit above all else.”
“As do I,” Yu Zhao replied with a faint smile.
Reassured, Bai Mei gestured for her to follow. Light on her feet, she led Yu Zhao through secret paths known only to the White Peacock Clan.
Upon reaching Bai Ling’s quarters, Bai Mei hesitated but steeled herself, stepping forward to report.
“Clan Leader, Bai Mei has urgent business. It’s about—”
Before she could utter “the Azure Dragon Clan,” a gust of demonic wind from Bai Ling swept her back. He seemed unwilling to be disturbed.
Yet, Bai Mei persevered, her lips sealed by his spell, and resorted to frantic gestures.
Yu Zhao, undeterred, stepped forward under the pressure.
“Clan Leader Bai Ling, I know the whereabouts of the Azure Dragon Clan’s descendant.”
“Oh?”
Bai Ling’s figure appeared instantly. His sharp gaze fixed on Yu Zhao before a smile unexpectedly broke across his face.
“It’s you.”
Both Yu Zhao and Bai Mei were stunned.
Did Bai Ling recognize her?
“The champion of the Cultivation World Tournament, the one who openly provoked Master Qing Yan—don’t you know you’re quite famous now?”
Though Bai Ling hadn’t attended the tournament, he’d followed its developments closely.
Before Yu Zhao claimed the title, she had already caught his attention. Afterward, he’d gathered even more information about her.
“The Azure Dragon Clan descendant you mentioned must be Quan Ye. He’s here on Spirit Mountain. You’ll see him soon enough.”