Legend of the Great Sage

No wonder father is so solemn.
None of these seniors can be simply brushed aside.
But about the White Hawk commander…”

“The White Hawk commander is called Li Qingshan.
He’s a figure that’s risen up recently in the south.
He’s claimed Savage mountain so far and calls himself the King of Savages.”

“The King of Savages?” Ji Qingyu immediately wanted to laugh.
Even a White Hawk commander dared to call himself a king! However, only when he saw how stern Ji Changfeng was did he hide his smile in a hurry.

“You better not underestimate this Li Qingshan.
He’s from the Green province in the north, and in just a few short years, he swept through the various sects in the south and used a Blood Oath Scroll to forcefully recruit a group of powerful subordinates.
Even the Myriad Poison cult suffered heavily at his hand, where almost all of their disciples have perished, and the Myriad Poison Ancestor is powerless against him.
It’s said that the King of Southern Yue’s estate even wanted to grant him the status of honoured guest, but he declined,” said Ji Changfeng.

The King of Southern Yue’s estate had also once tried to grant him the status of honoured guest, but he declined because he refused to become involved in the conflict of the cultivation community of the nine provinces.
However, he struggled to read Li Qingshan’s intentions in declining.

“And yet he’s still bold enough to come! Isn’t he afraid of the Myriad Poison Ancestor?”

Ji Qingyu was amazed.
This Li Qingshan really was something else.
With a cultivation at the second heavenly tribulation, he was actually bold enough to fall out completely with the Myriad Poison Ancestor and still be fearless enough to attend the Merfolk sea fair.
Was he just fearless of death or did he have the skill to back it up?

“The first cave master of Savage mountain, Yu Wufeng, was originally the first senior brother of the South Sea Sword pavilion.
He’s now been bound by the Blood Oath Scroll, serving under Li Qingshan… Oh right, this Li Qingshan is about the same age as you.
He’s under forty right now, and he underwent the second heavenly tribulation before he reached thirty.”

Ji Changfeng guessed that it was very likely the Myriad Poison Ancestor had come this time to deal with Li Qingshan.
The master of the sword pavilion probably had not come for the Merfolk sea fair either, but to save his own disciple.
Did Li Qingshan’s fearlessness really stem from just this? If that were true, he was underestimating great cultivators a little too much.

Ye Duanhai had a very staunch personality, so how could he fall for threats so easily? By then, it would be difficult to say who would be threatening who, but who knew? It was said that Yu Wufeng was already close to the third heavenly tribulation, and he wielded an arcane treasure, the Fogbow sword.
The South Sea Sword pavilion would definitely care about a successor like that.

Ji Qingyu widened his eyes.
He could be regarded as a genius with a bit of renown in the cultivation community of the South sea, but his cultivation was only at late Foundation Establishment.
He planned on consolidating his cultivation for another decade or two before attempting the second heavenly tribulation.
In comparison to him, the master of the Fogbow sword, Yu Wufeng, could be regarded as a great genius of true renown, yet he had actually been subdued by Li Qingshan and reduced to a slave.
What kind of power did he possess to do that?

He vaguely understood Ji Changfeng’s reasons now.
The waters here were too deep for him.
It was not something he could partake in.
Despite being the Wind Gale King’s beloved son, he could not afford to offend any of the people mentioned. 

“Father, I understand.” Ji Qingyu found this a little difficult to accept, but the difference in their cultivation was truly there.

Ji Changfeng glanced past the platform again.
He had not spoken loudly in their conversation, but he did not try to hide his voice either.
With the sharp ears of cultivators, they could make out every single word that had been uttered.
They all grew stern and dropped some of their haughtiness as the host.

Ji Changfeng nodded gently, but he let out a long sigh inside.
If only the Cloud Sail sect had a Li Qingshan.
So far, there was not a single disciple of the sect he regarded as worthy to inherit his legacy.

At the end of the day, the nine provinces were still the basis of this world.
At the very least, it was the basis of the human cultivation community.

The South sea was vast, and the scattered islands had many cultivators, but there were only a handful that could reach his realm of cultivation.
Instead, there were numerous Daemon Kings that lived in the depths of the ocean.
The situation was completely the reverse of that of the nine provinces.
The forces that belonged to the otherfolk and daemons far surpassed the forces of humans.

This was unavoidable.
Unlike Merfolk and water daemons that thrived in the ocean, humans needed to have the earth beneath their feet.
Without millions of mortals, where were they supposed to find thousands of cultivators?

The islands of the South sea covered a very large area.
There were even numerous cities or even kingdoms, but their population was extremely limited.
Often, they would spend numerous years growing and thriving arduously, only for a large storm to come along and kill off millions.
Cultivators still stood a chance against a disaster like that, but if a certain Daemon King decided to change up their diets, it would cause immediate devastation.
Even if it were just some Daemon Commanders, there were not a lot of cultivators that stood a chance.

Of course, there were not a lot of cultivators with such poor luck.
Water daemons were accustomed to seafood.
They might not necessarily be willing to switch over to humans.

The South sea was simply too vast, and the islands were scattered far too sparsely too, so there was not as much conflict.
Regular cultivators spent their days relatively peacefully.
They could casually claim an island and just cultivate away.
Reaching self-sufficiency was still not too difficult, so there were a lot of hermits and independent cultivators.

However, this led to another problem.
The variety of resources available was overly limited and trade never occurred, so the development of the cultivation community was nowhere close to that of the nine provinces.

The South Sea Sword pavilion had maintained contact with the Mist province the entire time, constantly clashing with the Myriad Poison cult.
It seemed like a pointless waste of their efforts, but the lineage of pavilion masters had never been broken.

Ji Changfeng thought to himself.
The last ray of light was close to vanishing.
Suddenly, he sensed something and stood up.
He cast his gaze towards the depths of the ocean.

“They’re here!”