No, this is wrong... what kind of reaction is this?
The moment Shen Yi found himself in trouble, these three instinctively used their bodies to protect him, and their subsequent action of taking the elixir only added to the confusion.
It seemed the young cultivator’s identity was not ordinary?
However, when Wei Yuanzhou was paying respects to the mountain earlier, he seemed to have overlooked this person and didn’t introduce him further.
Even if Yang Yunheng was curious, he couldn’t just ask directly, as that would overstep the taboos of the Seven Sons of Hong.
There’s no hurry, no hurry. In recruiting Shen Yi, it would still be better to understand the situation before deciding. To speak bluntly, if this youngster turned out to be some sect master’s son, wouldn’t all the gifts from Ban Shan Sect have been in vain?
At that thought, Yang Yunheng stepped forward and grabbed Yan Chongzhang, signaling him to steady his mind first.
Considering Shen Yi’s prior reaction, and the fact that these Daozi were unwilling to feed him an elixir, it was estimated that he would soon be rejected by Nameless Mountain.
This matter seems to have come to an end.
Time passed, and the sun set in the west.
Shen Yi’s seated form began to tremble slightly, his color improving slightly, but then turning pale again.
"Prepare to feed him the elixir, otherwise his Divine Soul will be damaged."
Yan Chongzhang breathed a sigh of relief and spoke out again to remind everyone. Enough time had passed for the group of Daozi to check if there was anything wrong with the elixir.
Su Hongxiu took the elixir, turned around to kneel beside Shen Yi, gently held his shoulders, and quietly waited for the moment he would open his eyes.
And then... she waited for an entire stick of incense.
She looked towards the two from Ban Shan Sect with a puzzled expression, only to see Yan Chongzhang and Yang Yunheng also wearing faces full of confusion, their astonishment even more evident than that of herself and the others.
Shen Yi’s eyelids trembled slightly, as if he would awake at any moment, but he hadn’t moved an inch.
"He hasn’t fainted, has he?"
Yang Yunheng couldn’t help but ask, though what he really wanted to say was whether this Shen Yi was just pretending to be in a state of Divine Soul departure to save face.
Was the rejection of Nameless Mountain something one could simply resist with sheer willpower? What a joke, who hasn’t climbed that mountain?
Inside Nameless Mountain.
Shen Yi sat cross-legged at the entrance of the mountain path, his dark eyes fixated on the rugged trail before him.
He hadn’t stood up, nor had he taken even a single step forward.
However, everything one needed to endure when climbing the mountain was fully descending upon him, and because he understood True Intent in a down-to-earth way, progress was slow, hence the torment Shen Yi endured may have been much more than that of other climbers.
By all accounts, he should have been expelled by now.
But as the deductions on the panel continued, the mountain seemed powerless, allowing Shen Yi to persist stubbornly.
Shen Yi let out a breath, steadying his form to prevent himself from tipping backward.
Without the company of a Demon Soul, for a whole thirty-seven thousand Lifespan Years, he had never set foot on this mountain path, but the scenery of this path had long been etched in his mind.
In his gradually fading gaze, a reflection of an ordinary-looking stone stele shimmered faintly.
It stood there casually by the side of the path.
It seemed like not even gods could move it an inch.
The crudely carved two characters on the stele appeared to remind those climbing the mountain that they could rest for a while.
Shen Yi used the last of his consciousness to open the panel.
[Union Dao. Shen Yue Art: entry-level]
There were no affixes, but the descriptions regarding boundaries were frightening to behold.
Shen Yi felt his brain go blank, followed by a heavy feeling as he fell backward. He stared blankly upward at the Shen Yue Stele, which was only positioned at one-third the height of the entire mountain... What exactly was the complete Mountain Law?
Until he felt a wave of warmth.
When he opened his eyes again,
he was still sitting cross-legged, with the low hillside in front of him.
The few Daozi from the Southern Hong and the two from the Ban Shan Sect beside him had once again silently waited for a full three days.
If Shen Yi did not wake up,
even the ever-reluctant-to-act Bai Wu was close to losing patience and reaching out to probe his brow.
Yan Chongzhang glanced at Su Hongxiu and saw that she finally lowered her hand, then he let go of the worry he had been holding on to.
It wasn’t that he was afraid of the woman.
Not to mention having their master present, even one-on-one, he did not believe he would lose to this Heavenly Sword Daozi.
What really concerned Yan Chongzhang was not wanting a misunderstanding to lead to a complete falling out between the Ban Shan Sect and the Seven Sons of Hong.
Of course, the reason he had remained silent
was because, before Shen Yi had opened his eyes, even he, a Daozi of the Ban Shan Sect, began to vaguely doubt whether something had gone wrong with Nameless Mountain.
How could it possibly not let him out when a cultivator has fallen into such a drained state?
"Shen, my friend, you’ve finally awakened," Yang Yunheng breathed a sigh of relief, trying to break the stiff atmosphere with a forced smile, "Did you gain anything?"
Upon hearing this, Yan Chongzhang also looked over seriously. Although he tried to appear calm, his tightly clenched fist betrayed the gravity he felt inside.
During these three days, what exactly had Shen Yi acquired inside Nameless Mountain?
Wei Yuanzhou and his two companions wore expressions of concern, but were also curious as they looked over.
Heaven knows how they had endured those three days, but now that they finally saw Sect Master Shen awaken, even Su Hongxiu was almost unable to restrain herself.
Shen Yi, alleviating the fatigue of his Divine Soul, contemplated for a moment before saying softly, "I had some insights."
Hearing these four words,
Yang Yunheng and Yan Chongzhang were taken aback. Just as they were about to say something else, they suddenly sensed an aura carelessly leaking from Shen Yi.
It was a well-rounded True Intent of the Shen Yue.
Shen Yi pursed his lips, realizing he had relaxed a bit too much after escaping the intense pressure, and had inadvertently let something slip.
He was not worried that the Ban Shan Sect was petty, but he did not want others to find out about the stele.
Suddenly, Yan Chongzhang took two steps back. Forget the slight insights, the rounded True Intent showed that the other had already memorized the entire Shen Yue Art!
That was something that had taken him ten thousand Lifespan Years to accomplish.
And this man had only spent three days?!
Yan Chongzhang staggered but steadied himself, thought of something, then suddenly turned and strode towards the main hall!
Screw the shame! Damn the Seven Sons of Hong!
To hell with the Daozi title.
This disciple, he would claim for the Ban Shan Sect!
The other could perhaps be the only one in the history of the Ban Shan Sect with the potential to grasp the laws of the entire mountain.
He might even propel the Ban Shan Sect to become a top power in the great Hongze, equal in stature to the Infinite Dao Emperor Sect.
In the face of such an opportunity,
let alone a few Southern Hong Daozi, even if a Sect Master came along, there was no need to show any courtesy!