The Demon with Holy Radiance-Chapter 64: Sansong Mountain, Deserted in the Blink of an Eye

Chapter 64: Chapter 64: Sansong Mountain, Deserted in the Blink of an Eye

Yang An was surprised that Senior Sister Wen Yin had agreed so readily.

He had thought she would surely say something more.

"Then we shall impose."

Yang An cupped his fist at Jing Yan Daoist and Pan Shi.

"It’s no trouble. I will have someone show you two fellow Daoists to your rooms to rest," Jing Yan Daoist said with a polite smile.

Pan Shi’s face lit up, and he immediately stepped forward.

"Martial Uncle, let me be the one to show Fellow Daoist Yang and his companion into the sect."

"Very well. Then I’ll leave it to you, Martial Nephew."

Yang An was more than happy to be escorted by Pan Shi, and he and Senior Sister Wen Yin immediately followed him away.

Once Yang An’s party had left, Jing Yan Daoist led his people onward toward the ruined temple.

Meanwhile, the trio was on the road, heading toward the Mountain Gate of Sansong Mountain.

The pair learned from Pan Shi that they were only on the outskirts of Sansong Mountain; the Mountain Gate was still some distance away.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, after you left the Celestial River Dragon Mansion without a word that day, I spent a long time searching for you in the Dragon Mansion.

If the Child under Mother Divination True Master hadn’t later told me you’d already gone, I would’ve been worried something had happened to you."

Pan Shi said joyfully. He had never expected to run into Yang An here.

Yang An just smiled and made up an excuse to deflect the question. After all, he had been forcibly taken away by that old man and didn’t dare speak recklessly.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, they soon arrived at the central area of Sansong Mountain.

Though nestled among mountains, the area featured a large plaza at its center.

In the plaza stood a colossal, thick-trunked tree—so wide it would likely take at least a hundred people joining hands to encircle it.

Numerous houses and pavilions surrounded the plaza.

Disciples were everywhere, some chatting idly, some practicing their techniques, and others playing around. The whole place was bustling with activity.

Seeing the prosperous state of Sansong Mountain and comparing it to his own Corpse Saliva Valley—where, aside from his sect brothers and those Corpse Slaves, the place was usually so desolate you couldn’t find a single living soul—Yang An couldn’t help but grumble to himself.

’Before, not knowing what other sects were like, it was hard for me to judge.’

’But now, I’m more certain than ever that I’ve joined an evil cult, a Demon Sect.’

’And to think Pan Shi had assumed I was a disciple from some major Righteous Sect. Compared to the Life Crane Sect, Sansong Mountain is probably what a true Righteous Sect is supposed to look like.’

’Sigh! How did I stumble my way into becoming a Demon Sect disciple?’

Of course, complaining was one thing, but it was impossible for him to abandon the darkness for the light right now.

After all, he wasn’t yet strong enough to escape the old man’s clutches, and he also needed to obtain the subsequent parts of his Cultivation Technique.

Yang An had only learned after officially starting his journey of cultivation that once you begin practicing a certain Cultivation Technique, you cannot switch to another; you can only continue down that path.

The old man had only given him the part of the technique that covered up to the Fake Food Realm. He hadn’t yet obtained the rest and had to get his hands on it as soon as possible.

Pan Shi led Yang An and his companion into the heart of the Sansong Mountain sect.

The many disciples they met along the way were all extremely respectful to Pan Shi, making it clear that his status within the sect was not low.

Soon, the trio reached the central plaza, where Pan Shi led them toward the giant tree in the middle.

Only when he stood before the incomparably thick tree did Yang An realize that it was hollow.

The inside of the massive trunk was furnished just like a pavilion, filled with all sorts of things, giving it a truly unique style.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, Fellow Daoist Wen, please!"

Pan Shi politely invited the pair inside, then had another disciple bring tea as he gestured for them to sit.

Yang An scanned the room, then suddenly remembered something and looked at Pan Shi with a questioning gaze.

"Fellow Daoist Pan, why haven’t I seen Fellow Daoist Pan Yu? Has she recovered already?"

Pan Shi smiled and pointed upward.

"Thank you for your concern, Fellow Daoist Yang. My junior sister has fully recovered. She’s on an upper level of this Tree House right now.

After returning from the Xiyue River, she successfully adapted to the Resonance Stage, and she’s currently in seclusion to break through to the Fake Food Realm. I imagine she’ll succeed soon."

Pan Yu practices from a fragmented Cultivation Technique scroll—the *Micro Dream Scripture*, one of the seven volumes of the *Charming Record*.

Although she, like Pan Shi, was a disciple of Meat Tree True Master, the Cultivation Technique she practiced actually came from the sect’s Can Meng Daoist—Pan Shi’s martial aunt.

In all of Sansong Mountain, only those two practiced this Cultivation Technique.

However, despite practicing the same technique, Pan Shi had heard his junior sister say that the Illusion Realm she entered during cultivation was different from her martial aunt’s.

Breaking through from the Resonance Stage to the Fake Food Realm was considered one’s true entry into the world of cultivation.

And though this step was crucial, it was also relatively simple.

As long as a cultivator successfully adapted to the Resonance Stage, they had a seventy to eighty percent chance of breaking through to the Fake Food Realm. Therefore, Pan Shi wasn’t worried about his junior sister’s breakthrough in seclusion.

But to his surprise, not long after he finished speaking, a figure suddenly strode into the Tree House while he was still chatting with Yang An over tea.

Seeing the visitor, Pan Shi immediately stood and performed a salute.

"Martial Aunt!"

The newcomer was a graceful and beautiful woman dressed in a long, light-gray robe embroidered with gold thread, her face cold and aloof.

It was Pan Shi and Pan Yu’s martial aunt, Can Meng Daoist.

Can Meng Daoist first glanced at Yang An and Wen Yin, offering a brief, polite nod before turning to question Pan Shi.

"Has Yu’er come out?"

"Junior Sister is still in the process of her breakthrough; she hasn’t come out yet."

Pan Shi answered honestly.

Although his Martial Aunt Can Meng had several Direct Disciples of her own, Pan Yu was the only one who could cultivate the *Micro Dream Scripture*. For this reason, she doted on Pan Yu more than anyone and was deeply concerned for her well-being.

Her care for Pan Yu was even more meticulous than that of Pan Yu’s own master, Meat Tree True Master. She had even given her a Small Sumeru Bag, an exceedingly rare Storage Magical Artifact, making many disciples in the sect intensely envious.

"How long has she been inside?" Can Meng Daoist suddenly asked, her brow furrowed.

"My junior sister has been in seclusion for her breakthrough for six hours now."

Pan Shi replied, having calculated the time.

But upon hearing his words, Can Meng Daoist’s expression changed drastically.

"This is bad!"

With seemingly no time to explain, she flew into the air in the blink of an eye and shot toward the upper levels of the Tree House.

Seeing this, it wasn’t just Pan Shi; even an uninformed bystander like Yang An knew instantly that something must have gone wrong with Pan Yu.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, please wait here for a moment. I’m going to check on my junior sister."

Seeing Can Meng Daoist’s reaction, Pan Shi also knew things were amiss and prepared to follow.

"Fellow Daoist Pan, let me go with you. Senior Sister, you rest here. I’ll be right back."

Something had happened, and it didn’t feel right to just sit here idly.

Besides, he was on good terms with both Pan Shi and Pan Yu; they were practically the only two friends he had in this world.

Pan Yu was clearly in trouble, and it would seem even more inappropriate if he didn’t go along to check on her.

Without much hesitation, Yang An spoke to Pan Shi.

"Alright!"

Pan Shi nodded, gave Yang An a grateful look, and then headed toward the upper level of the Tree House.

After saying that to Senior Sister Wen Yin, Yang An followed.

In the blink of an eye, before her seat had even grown warm, Wen Yin was suddenly the only one left on the ground floor of the Tree House.

She stood there in a daze for a good while, looking lost and unsure of what to do.

She felt very uncomfortable being alone in this strange place.

The next moment, she finally couldn’t restrain herself any longer. She leaped to her feet and followed them to the upper level as well.