A Man Like None Other

“I don’t want to ride your divine turtle. If I need one, I can just tame another.” Montane Daemon shook his head.

Montane Daemon’s right. Someone as powerful as him certainly can tame another divine turtle without much effort if the spirit ship sinks. I suppose that’s why he released that one. Confused, Jared asked, “In that case, why are you stopping us?”

“I want to know who you learned Sacred Light Fist from,” questioned Montane Daemon with a serious expression.

“I learned it from an expert,” answered Jared. He didn’t explicitly mention Whalreth’s name because many people hated demons in the Ethereal Realm. If he said he had cultivated with a demon, it would incur unnecessary misunderstandings. Montane Daemon followed up with another question, “Which expert?”

“That’s…” Jared hesitated.

“Why are you asking so many questions? He isn’t obliged to reveal who taught him that technique.” Quinley frowned slightly. Can’t Montane Daemon see Jared doesn’t want to say it? Why does he keep pressing for an answer?

clearly a technique practiced by Whalreth’s lineage. However, according to what I know, Whalreth was destroyed after the Celestial Battle. Moreover, his lineage crumbled afterward. That’s why no one can unleash such a pure Sacred

words, Jared grew quiet for a moment. Then, he said, “I suppose there’s no point in hiding the truth anymore. Yes, I learned Sacred Light

“That’s impossible! Elder Whalreth, he- Suddenly, he shut

was sharp enough to catch what Montane Daemon said and frowned. “Elder Whalreth? Does that mean you’re a Demonic Cultivator of

learned all kinds of techniques so that I could change my aura on a whim. It’s my

for thousands of years. Even the disciples and grand-disciples who met

believe Jared was telling the

perish. Someone sealed his soul remnant inside Pentacarna Tower within the mundane world. I chanced upon him and rescued him. In return, he taught

dead? He returned to Demonia Mountain? Why didn’t I see him?”

only a soul remnant.