Chapter 223 - 148: A Prophecy Fulfilled, No Affinity with Cyan Mist

Chapter 223: Chapter 148: A Prophecy Fulfilled, No Affinity with Cyan Mist

"Senior Sister Cyan Mist, Senior Sister Cyan Mist!"

The moment Mu Wan Ning saw the stunning figure, she shed tears of joy. It was as if the Cyan Mist Saintess’s appearance had finally allowed her to release all the pent-up emotions she had harbored during this time.

Seeing this, Song Changlin and the others followed behind her, flying toward the Cyan Mist Sect’s encampment at the front of the so-called Demon Ridge.

Jiang Hao, however, followed at a leisurely pace, his gaze continuously scanning the surroundings. When he saw the terrifying lineups blockading the other directions—trapping the Cyan Mist Sect’s Cultivators outside Demon Ridge—he finally understood why they hadn’t come to support Mu Wan Ning and the others despite having so many experts.

And the truth was exactly as he thought.

The moment Song Changlin’s group appeared in the line of sight of the countless Cultivators, many terrifying experts from unfamiliar factions slowly closed their eyes, their faces revealing helplessness and disappointment.

"In the end, the Cyan Mist Sect still managed to bring the ultimate treasure back to Thousand Sects Island. It seems their time hasn’t come yet."

"Useless evil Cultivators! According to reliable sources, didn’t those beasts have three Great Powers of the Mortal Transformation Realm on their side? How could they fail to stop two old fogeys?"

"A bunch of useless trash. I really overestimated those wastes from the Demon Sect."

"With that ultimate treasure, Elder Cyan Mist will be able to cling to life for another thousand years. How frustrating."

"If you’re so frustrated, Your Excellency could simply lead your entire sect to invade Cyan Mist and take their place."

"Heh, you make it sound so easy, my friend. Why doesn’t your sect attack them?"

While these various factions shared a common enemy, there also seemed to be no shortage of grudges among themselves.

Looking at those astonishing lineups, Jiang Hao couldn’t help but furrow his brows. The Cyan Mist Sect’s status on Thousand Sects Island far exceeded his imagination, but their current situation didn’t seem optimistic.

He mused, "It seems I’ll need to think twice about whether getting too close to the people of this sect is a good idea."

This scene alone allowed him to see the tip of the iceberg of Thousand Sects Island’s complex political landscape. Unless necessary, he had no desire to get dragged into the local sects’ disputes. After all, compared to the Celestial Sword Sect, Thousand Sects Island seemed far more dangerous.

With these thoughts in mind, Jiang Hao slowly came to a halt, maintaining a proper distance from the Cyan Mist Sect group.

The factions blockading the Cyan Mist Sect Cultivators from providing outside support were clearly hostile. He didn’t want them to mistakenly believe he was also a Cultivator of the Cyan Mist Sect. Otherwise, not only would he gain zero benefits, but he might also invite a whole load of trouble.

While Jiang Hao was lost in thought, Mu Wan Ning and the others had already flown to the icy young woman, converging with the countless experts of the Cyan Mist Sect.

Mu Wan Ning stepped to the young woman’s side, her voice laced with sobs. "Senior Sister Cyan Mist, it’s so good to see you all. Grandfather and Elder He nearly perished at the hands of those evil Cultivators from the Demon Sect. I thought I’d never see you or Master again."

Clearly, the relationship between the two was far from ordinary.

However, even in the face of Mu Wan Ning’s words, it was hard to find even a ripple of emotion in the young woman’s cold, beautiful eyes, though her tone was noticeably gentler. "It’s good that you’re safe. Making it back makes you the prime heroes of the Cyan Mist Sect."

The young woman rarely smiled after speaking. Everyone in the Cyan Mist Sect seemed accustomed to her personality and didn’t mind it.

As Song Changlin and the others landed, they gave a slight bow to the young woman. "We greet the Saintess."

"Elder Song, Elder He, you’ve worked hard."

Despite the dozens of Cyan Mist Sect members who had narrowly escaped death, the young woman only offered a word of concern to Song Changlin and Elder He. As for the other Cultivators, she simply turned a blind eye.

Behind the young woman, however, a towering figure who seemed to possess a significant background stepped forward, sighing in relief. "Brother Song, Brother He, seeing you return safely is a great fortune for our Cyan Mist Sect. It proves that our sect is not destined to perish!"

A flash of excitement was evident in the man’s eyes, but he quickly changed the subject. "However, Brother Song, Brother He, we heard that the ones pursuing you were three Great Powers of the Mortal Transformation Realm from the Thousand Demon Sect. How did you manage to escape?"

At the mention of this, many Cyan Mist Sect experts subconsciously looked over.

Those standing behind the young woman were all gray-haired elders of the older generation, their auras unimaginably profound. Even among the younger figures present, the weakest had reached Early-stage Transcendence.

Being pursued by three Great Powers of Transcendence—especially three with such notorious reputations—had left the entire Cyan Mist Sect worried sick for Song Changlin and his group when they first received the news. What was even more critical was that although they had intended to rush to the rescue, they were intercepted at the borders of Demon Ridge by a coalition of hostile factions from within Thousand Sects Island. They had been entirely unable to provide any aid.

Thinking back to the ordeal, lingering fear was still evident on the faces of Song Changlin and the others.

"To be completely honest, Brother Zhang, we were able to return safely all thanks to a young gentleman. If he hadn’t stepped in to help, I’m afraid our group wouldn’t have made it back."

"Oh? A young gentleman?"

Hearing this, the crowd was slightly taken aback. If he was being called a "young gentleman," he was likely a junior, a Cultivator of the younger generation. The first thought that crossed the minds of all the Cyan Mist Sect experts was that this young man must have had a powerful Guardian by his side, which had deterred the three Great Powers of Transcendence.

Unexpectedly, Song Changlin’s next words instantly caused quite a commotion.

"Indeed, a young gentleman. Fortunately, he took action and slew those three beasts, allowing us to escape."

RUSTLE!!!

The moment Song Changlin finished speaking, many of the Cyan Mist Sect’s older Cultivators jerked their heads up, endless ripples of shock surfacing in their eyes.