Chapter 1022 - 130: Arrival at the Jade Secret Realm, Demon Race Traditional Cultivation System (2)

The Fifth Elder's expression darkened slightly.

As time trickled by bit by bit.

The onlookers around them also faintly sensed that something was off.

Just then, they saw Feng Xuan coming over.

Feng Xuan came before the Great Elder and the Fifth Elder and bowed to the two of them.

The Fifth Elder spoke to the Great Elder again: "Great Elder, time is almost up and that brat still hasn't arrived. In my opinion, if he can be late on such an important day, he clearly doesn't take it to heart. Since he treats it so lightly, we might as well strip him of his slot."

As he spoke, the Fifth Elder looked at Feng Xuan and said, "Has your injury healed?"

"Reporting to the Fifth Elder, I've already fully recovered, and I'm much more proficient with the Circulation Sword Array as well," Feng Xuan said.

"Very good." The Fifth Elder looked at the Great Elder again and said, "Great Elder, let Feng Xuan take his place. In the Secret Realm, it's still more reassuring to have our own people."

Seeing that the time had already come, the Great Elder glanced at Feng Xuan and was just about to agree to the Fifth Elder.

"Great Elder, I've brought the person." A voice as cold and clear as water in a deep pool resounded above the plaza.

Everyone followed the direction the voice had come from, only to see a streak of cyan light sweeping toward them at high speed. When the cyan light dispersed, two figures landed steadily on the plaza—it was Aunt Yi and Chen Mo.

Seeing the two appear, the Fifth Elder's brows furrowed, and his face instantly sank as he said, "Elder Huang Yi, on a day this important, he can still be late. It's obvious he doesn't value this matter. In my opinion, his slot should still be taken away."

"Hmph." Elder Huang Yi let out a cold snort: "As for why he's late, the Fifth Elder should be well aware. Let's not beat around the bush. That Illusion Array outside the clan—was it set up by you?"

She had gotten up early to go pick up Chen Mo; she had just left the clan when she slammed straight into an Illusion Array, and ended up wasting time breaking through it.

It was her carelessness too—after all, this was Danxue Mountain. Who would dare set up an array outside the mountain? So she hadn't paid attention.

As soon as these words came out.

The scene fell into an uproar; everyone's gazes simultaneously turned to the Fifth Elder, Feng Hong.

Feng Hong's face went dark. He hadn't expected Huang Yi to bring it up directly in public, but he definitely wouldn't admit it. Yet he wasn't good at lying either, so he simply fell silent.

Chen Mo pressed his lips together. He'd thought this matter was already set in stone; he hadn't expected it not to be over yet.

"Aunt Yi, could there be some misunderstanding? Grandfather would never do something like that," Feng Ying spoke up to explain for Feng Hong.

Elder Huang Yi ignored Feng Hong and instead looked at the Great Elder.

The Great Elder glanced at Feng Hong. He wasn't a fool; when Feng Hong first spoke, he'd already guessed that something had gone wrong, and sure enough, that was the case.

At the same time, he gave Huang Yi a faint glare—this wasn't something pleasant to hear, so how could she say it in front of all the juniors and outsiders?

He lightly coughed and said, "Our clan has no rule that says the latecomer must have their slot revoked. Besides, only a short while has passed—it doesn't affect anything."

"Great Elder..."

"Enough."

Seeing that Feng Hong was about to speak again, the Great Elder directly raised his hand to cut him off, then bent down and lightly pressed his palm against the ground while chanting under his breath. A moment later, he straightened up and traced his hand across the void before him. At once, a road of bluestone appeared in front of everyone, the path gleaming with purple haze, its end leading to who knew where.

"Is this the spatial passage used for teleportation?"

Chen Mo muttered inwardly, looking at the Great Elder's forehead.

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"Feng Ying, Huang Su, Chen Mo, follow this old man in."

With that, the Great Elder took the lead, stepping into the spatial passage.

Feng Ying and Huang Su followed close behind.

Chen Mo looked at Elder Huang Yi; the latter waved her hand at him.

Seeing this, Chen Mo went in as well.

As soon as he stepped inside, Chen Mo felt as if fragments of time were slipping past and the layers of space were thrown into disorder.

Feng Hong watched Chen Mo's figure gradually fade away, and bit down in unwillingness, then said to Elder Huang Yi, "Huang Yi, I hope you didn't misjudge him. If he ends up dragging Feng Ying and Huang Su down, hm..."

Feng Hong had just been about to speak words of threat, but seeing Huang Yi's frosty expression, he hurriedly swallowed them back, gave a cold snort, and flung his sleeve as he left in a huff.

...

It felt as if a long time had passed, yet also as if the journey had just begun. Blue light shone, purple haze sparkled; ahead, a glowing gate appeared—they'd reached the end of the road.

The four stepped out from within, and Chen Mo couldn't help but let out a long breath in his heart. This kind of experience was a first for him, and he still felt that only solid ground beneath his feet gave him a sense of safety.

This place was a vast forest called the Jade Forest; it was also the origin of the Jade Secret Realm's name. After the four came out, they were already in the depths of this forest.

Just as they appeared, the sounds of air being pierced and leaves rustling rang out all around them.

"Feng Nian, you're awfully slow..."

Very soon, eight figures appeared before them, and the one speaking was an old man in a Brocade Robe whose body was nonetheless immensely burly.

Behind him were three black leopards, their whole bodies exuding Evil Qi.

"This man is Bao Yue, the Great Elder of the Dark Demon Leopard clan. They follow the traditional Demon Race Cultivation System, and before the Fourth Realm they do not take human form," Feng Ying said in a low voice at Chen Mo's ear.

Chen Mo lifted his gaze.

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The Power of one man and three leopards all unfolded clearly before Chen Mo's eyes.

As for the traditional Demon Race Cultivation System Feng Ying mentioned, Chen Mo had seen records of it in the books Elder Huang Yi had given him.

One must know, in the absence of external interference, the Demon Race needed to cultivate to the Fourth Realm before they could transform into human form.

But the traditional Demon Race Cultivation System meant never taking human form, maintaining a Demon Beast body all the way through cultivation.

Of course, this was no longer the era when the Demon Race ruled the Celestial Star Realm.

Now the Human Race was in its prime. After toppling the Spirit Race's rule, the Human Race combined the laws of heaven and earth to create the current Human Race Cultivation System.

Because of the Human Race's rise, the Ten Thousand Races all felt that the Human Race had been favored by the Heavenly Dao, and the Human Race in turn called themselves the head of all Spirits. Thus many races began studying the Human Race, including the Eagle Owl Race, which was itself of the Demon Race.

Whenever someone of the Eagle Owl Race bore a child, they would immediately have the child take a Transformation Pill. With the aid of the Transformation Pill, even a First Realm Eagle Owl could take human form.

"Well now, Feng Nian, I didn't expect your Eagle Owl Race to have invited outside help."

A deep voice sounded—it belonged to a middle-aged man in scholar's robes with a cultured appearance. He held a Folding Fan in his hand, graceful and refined, and his gaze swept over Chen Mo, seeing at a glance that Chen Mo was of the Human Race.

"Oh?"

Hearing the cultured man's words, Bao Yue's gaze also shifted to Chen Mo. Sensing not the slightest hint of demonic aura from him, Bao Yue then laughed and said, "Human Race? Feng Nian, is this the son-in-law of your Eagle Owl Race?"

"What does that have to do with the Secret Realm?" the Great Elder Feng Nian said.

The original agreement had only settled the quotas; those who went in could only be of the Spirit Platform Realm, but no race had been specified.

And while Feng Nian was speaking with them, Feng Ying spoke again: "He is Lin Yitian, the Lin Clan Patriarch and a maternal relative of the current Emperor's concubines of the Great Xuan Dynasty. Like my little benefactor, he is of the Human Race."

"The Great Xuan Dynasty?"

Chen Mo's brows lifted. The last of the Seven Great Powers that Yue Ruyan hadn't finished telling him about that night was precisely the Great Xuan Dynasty.

He lifted his gaze.

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"Hm?"

Chen Mo's gaze fell on the person behind Lin Yitian whose Power was marked "182300."

There was something off, seriously off.

This was a woman—or rather, a Female General.

She wore silver-and-Gold Armor, but the Armor wasn't forged in whole pieces; instead it was strung together from hundreds of gilded Scale Armor plates.

Her brows slanted like cold blades flying toward her temples, yet the tails of her eyes were tinged with a faint red like peach blossoms at flood season. The bridge of her nose had the lines of a curved blade still sheathed, while at her lips there lingered the ripening color of a pomegranate about to burst.

Her waist-length hair was roughly bound up with a nine-section bone whip, the tips of her hair dyed a fiery Gold-red.

"So cool," Chen Mo couldn't help but murmur inwardly, then asked Feng Ying, "Young Master Fengying, do you recognize the three people behind him?"

Feng Ying shook his head.

The Jade Secret Realm only opens once every thousand years, and the three sides usually don't have much dealings with one another. Aside from those old monsters who've been famous for ages, how would anyone recognize these young juniors?

Still, while he didn't recognize them, there was some information Feng Ying had investigated.