Published: February 24, 2025
Chapter 17: Crisis Approaches
Mu Mengyi looked at Tan Yun's back, her red lips slightly parted, wanting to ask him how he managed to recover from his injuries in just half a month.
But in the end, she kept her mouth shut. She knew very well that as a cultivator, the greatest taboo was to pry into others' secrets.
"We have a month of travel before we reach the Sacred Sect. This is the disciple manual of our Sacred Sect; you can take a look at it during this time." Mu Mengyi said emotionlessly as she approached Tan Yun, handing him a jade tablet.
"Thank you, Senior Messenger." Tan Yun respectfully accepted the jade tablet.
"You have joined the Sacred Sect and become an Outer Sect Disciple. From now on, just call me Senior Sister." After saying this, Mu Mengyi moved to the other side of the crane's back, crossed her legs, and closed her beautiful eyes.
Seeing her aloof demeanor, Tan Yun couldn't help but curl his lip. He then focused his spiritual sense into the jade tablet and began to check the disciple manual.
The disciple manual was composed of three main parts.
The first part: The long history of the Heavenly Punishment Mountain Range and the Huangfu Sacred Sect.
The second part: Sect rules.
The third part: Sect tasks.
Tan Yun read from sunset until the stars filled the sky. Through the disciple manual, he learned that the Heavenly Punishment Mountain Range was vast and boundless, becoming increasingly dangerous the deeper one went. Throughout history, no one had ever uncovered the mysterious veil of the Heavenly Punishment Mountain Range.
Many powerful experts had entered the mountain range, hoping to explore its depths, but nine out of ten were killed by the formidable demon beasts within.
According to the records, the ancestor master of the Huangfu Sacred Sect spent a total of ninety-six years before his transcendence and still did not reach the end of the mountain range. He eventually returned to the sect wounded and died shortly after. Before leaving the depths of the mountain range, he erected a stone tablet to warn the world that no one should venture deeper.
The Huangfu Sacred Sect was established in the central region of the Heavenly Punishment Mountain Range, divided into disposable disciples, outer sect disciples, inner sect disciples, disciples of the Immortal Sect, and disciples of the Holy Gate. Currently, the number of outer sect disciples has reached one million.
Fifty thousand years ago, under the leadership of the ancestor master, the Huangfu Sacred Sect became the foremost among the three great ancient sects of the Heavenly Punishment Mountain Range, ranking among the top three of the nine ancient sects on the Heavenly Punishment Continent.
However, after the ancestor master passed away, the Huangfu Sacred Sect gradually declined over time and has now become the weakest of the three great ancient sects in the Heavenly Punishment Mountain Range...
After memorizing the content of the disciple manual, Tan Yun gazed up at the vast and hazy night sky. Thoughts of the gods and immortals who betrayed him, as well as the two great supremes who had killed him, filled his mind, his eyes radiating a terrifying killing intent!
He thought of his wife from his first life, who was slaughtered, and his heart ached immensely!
"Crack!"
He couldn't help but clench his fists, the sound of his bones creaking reaching Mu Mengyi's ears as she sat cross-legged.
Mu Mengyi raised an eyebrow and slowly opened her eyes. Under the moonlight, she glanced at Tan Yun's profile and could vaguely see anger, sorrow, longing, and melancholy in his eyes!
A tear glistened under the moonlight, sliding down Tan Yun's fierce cheek and dissipating in the wind.
He stared intently at the heavens, his heart feeling as if a demon beast was lurking within, roaring, "In this life, I will protect my loved ones at all costs!"
"In this life, I will never sink into despair. I will make you all pay back your hatred a thousandfold!"
"He looks so sad..." Mu Mengyi pondered, recalling scenes of Tan Yun participating in the selection assessment. It was hard for her to believe that a boy who was covered in injuries, who didn't even frown when pulling out a broad sword that had pierced through his chest, could silently shed tears...