Chapter 167: The Spirit of the Sacred Mountain

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“We’re back!”

“Master, did any of you miss me?”

Miao Yue beamed with joy, grabbing Chen Fei as they soared through the skies toward the mountain ranges.

“Welcome back, Fourth Holy Maiden!”

Guarding the mountain gate wasn’t a spiritual cultivator, but a phantom-like shadow. Miao Yue explained that it was the Mountain Spirit of the Sacred Land of Tianqing.

The Mountain Spirit was originally a powerful spiritual weapon of the Dao that had evolved a will of its own. Among all the spiritual weapons of the Sacred Land, its strength ranked in the top three. However, it could not leave the sect—it was bound to the land.

“How strong is it?” Chen Fei asked curiously, staring at the illusionary figure. It amazed him that spiritual weapons could develop consciousness and become so powerful.

“Half-step Heavenly Dao Realm,” Miao Yue answered with unwavering certainty.

“So powerful?” Chen Fei’s expression changed dramatically, a newfound respect rising in his heart for the Mountain Spirit.

Along the way, Miao Yue explained to him the progression of cultivation: above the Dao Realm was the Profound Realm, then the Mystic Realm, followed by the Human Dao Realm, then the Earth Dao Realm, and finally the Heavenly Dao Realm.

In theory, the Heavenly Dao Realm was the pinnacle of power on the Xuanhuang Continent.

But those who truly reigned supreme weren’t necessarily the peak Heavenly Dao cultivators—they were the ones who wielded Celestial Dao Weapons. These weapons were rare, and even fewer were the sects capable of unlocking their full power. It was even rarer for a spiritual cultivator to fully wield one.

After hearing all this, Chen Fei was dumbfounded. The Yellow Mist City he came from was indeed a remote, backward corner of the world. Most cultivators there only knew of the Spirit Taming Realm. Very few were even aware of the Dao Realm, let alone the Heavenly Dao Realm that could dominate the entire continent.

“This is nothing,” Miao Yue replied nonchalantly. She used to think the Mountain Spirit was formidable, but now realized that reaching its level was merely the starting point for elites within the Sacred Land.

“There are many people in the Sacred Land far stronger than the Mountain Spirit. Especially our Ancestor—his strength is unfathomable. Few in the entire continent could rival him.”

“But the most incredible one is Miss Su. She stands at the very peak of the heavens.”

Miao Yue couldn’t help but think of Su Lan again. Everything felt like a dream. Without Su Lan’s help, Miao Yue wouldn’t have advanced to the Human Dao Realm so quickly—she might not even have had a chance to reach the Earth Dao Realm in her lifetime.

The Mountain Spirit called her the Fourth Holy Maiden because, among the four holy maidens of the Sacred Land, she was the weakest in terms of potential and cultivation.

“My wife?”

“How strong is she?”

Chen Fei’s eyes lit up, and Su Lan’s image surfaced in his mind. A deep yearning welled up within him.

“I’m not sure,” Miao Yue whispered, “But I’m certain of one thing—no one on the Xuanhuang Continent is her match.” She knew only that Su Lan came from the Heavenly Realm.

That realm had long become a legend in the Xuanhuang Continent—high, distant, and unreachable. Over the past hundreds of thousands of years, countless prodigies had failed to break through to it, dying in vain on this land.

Their ancestor once said that someone from the Heavenly Realm had severed the link between the two realms. Because of that, the people of Xuanhuang could no longer find or draw strength from the Heavenly Realm. Hence, the path to ascend was virtually cut off.

Because of this, spiritual cultivation had grown harder and harder. Fewer and fewer spiritualists could reach the Heavenly Dao Realm.

Talking all the while, the two of them flew toward the sacred mountains.

Tianqing Sacred Land had five gates, each overseeing its own mountain range. The Tianqing Gate stood atop the highest peaks.

Eventually, they stopped at one such peak and descended near a majestic hall.

As soon as they reached the entrance, a group of people was already there, waiting. The moment they saw Miao Yue, their faces lit up and they rushed forward.

“Miao Yue!”

“Holy Maiden!”

“Junior Sister!”

They were all young men and women of similar age to Miao Yue, with extraordinary cultivation—far beyond what Chen Fei, who was only at the half-step Dao Realm, could compare to.

These were Miao Yue’s fellow disciples. One of them, a man named Miao Teng, was her biological older brother.

Soon, they noticed Chen Fei’s weak cultivation. Miao Teng immediately frowned and asked, “Sister, who is this?”

All eyes turned to Chen Fei. After all, this was the Sacred Land—one of the strongest sects on the continent. For Miao Yue to return from her travels with a man of such weak cultivation naturally raised eyebrows.

Especially Miao Teng and the third senior brother, Gong Pingshan, who both harbored feelings for Miao Yue. They frowned, their gazes filled with unspoken hostility.

“I’ll introduce him to everyone,” Miao Yue said quickly. “This is Young Master Chen Fei.” She didn’t refer to him as her husband, knowing that as a Holy Maiden, calling him that publicly might stir unnecessary trouble and cause problems for Chen Fei.

“Oh, so it’s Young Master Chen!”

“Greetings!”

Many stepped forward to greet him politely. In their eyes, a man brought back by Miao Yue could only fall into two categories: one, he had extraordinary talent and was being brought in as a potential disciple; or two, he shared a deep bond with her and was being considered as family.

Or perhaps both.

“Sister, what’s your intention bringing him here?” Miao Teng asked sharply, ignoring Chen Fei. If this man was a prospective disciple, he’d offer support. But if he had romantic intentions toward his sister, Miao Teng would never allow it. She was a Holy Maiden with a bright future—if she were to marry, it could only be to one of the core disciples of Tianqing.

“Brother, don’t ask,” Miao Yue replied curtly. “Everyone, go back for now. I’ll talk to you later. For now, I’m taking Young Master Chen to see our Master.”

“Go on, then,”

Everyone nodded without protest.

Only Miao Teng and Gong Pingshan remained frowning, clearly uneasy.

“Don’t overthink it,” someone said to them. “Once the Holy Maiden meets the Master, everything about this Chen fellow—his origins and purpose—will be made clear.”

Miao Yue led Chen Fei into the grand hall, then through a quiet corridor at the back. Suddenly, the world opened up.

Behind the hall was an entirely separate world—countless buildings stacked together, emanating a profound Dao rhythm. As Chen Fei walked into the area, he could feel the surrounding spiritual energy becoming denser, invigorating his body and spirit.