Legend of the Great Sage (Chapter 701-Chapter 833)

“Looks like it’s true that even demons are afraid of bad people in this world!”


Li Qingshan returned to the branch where the silver hawk stood and glanced back at the Marquis of Serene Sea’s estate high above. He could obviously sense the Marquis of Serene Sea’s caution and vigilance against him, which made him sigh with a smile.

If people were kind, they would be harrassed. If horses were kind, they would be ridden. If a person was too soft, everyone around them would come and harass them involuntarily, even if they derived no benefit from it. It would purely be to satisfy their ego and sense of superiority. However, against people of great violence and wickedness, even if they suffered and were wronged, they would be patient. They would curse them inside and hope for fate to punish them.

The sky was hazy, and the surroundings were dark, like it was almost night. The air became more and more moist. The Mist province experienced a lot of rain. Even when it was not raining, there were rarely any sunny days, let alone in the southern region near the South sea.

Whoosh!

Heavy rain poured down, landing on the verdant leaves and creating a silent form of ruckus. The rain penetrated the canopy after great difficulty and turned into a slow drizzle, dancing about in the air and merging with the rising mist, making it impossible to distinguish between the two. The surroundings became obscured.

Xiao An held a book and sat on the wooden floor. Her blueish-grey monk robes and beautiful, black hair draped down freely. The drizzle outside the window constantly drifted in. She silently turned another page.

Around here were tall bookshelves, staring down silently on this rare visitor. This was the archives of the Hawkwolf Guard, which had recorded various cases and missions since its establishment.

After several thousand years, even with the protection of formations, the pages had already yellowed, and the writing had already blurred. As time went on, the number of cases went from more to less. The records became hasty and careless too, filled with a sense of just playing along for the sake of it.



“Didn’t I give you a jade slip? What’re you reading these old books for?”

Li Qingshan walked in and sat down beside her. He had obtained many spoils from Huang Siqin’s hundred treasures pouch. Pills, arcane treasures, and talismans went without saying. There were also many specialties of the south, as well as a jade slip that recorded information regarding the Hawkwolf Guard of the South Sea commandery.

“I’ve already read through that.”

Xiao An slanted to one side and leaned against him, flipping another page.

“Have you found anything?” Li Qingshan brought his hands around her shoulder, peeking over her to see the contents of the book.

“Qingshan, can we enter secluded cultivation?” Xiao An used her head to nudge him.

“Sure! But we need to find a suitable dwelling first. I feel like a monkey living in the trees. Is there anywhere you like?” Li Qingshan looked away from the book and smiled at her.

“There are a few places. Let’s go take a look at all of them!” Xiao An’s eyes shone brightly. She unfurled a mental map of the Mist province and pointed at a few places with her slender finger.

If the Marquis of Serene Sea were present, he would definitely cry out in alarm when he saw the places she pointed at.

Li Qingshan also had some vague impressions of these few places. He agreed readily. “Alright, sure.”

“Then, what about here?” Xiao An pointed at a mountain valley.

“That should be a good place, but it’s occupied by some unwelcome guests. I have no choice, do I? For the sake of our Xiao An, I’ll have to take action and clean them up!”

“I’ll help you out.”

As a result, the two of them happily made their decision like that.

The first stop, Savage mountain, the Lair of Demons!

The four crucial requirements for cultivation were wealth, companionship, method, and environment. Although “environment” ranked last, it was still vital. A good dwelling could drastically increase a cultivator’s cultivation speed. Whether it was absorbing spiritual qi of the world or comprehension, it would give them a natural advantage.

Large sects like the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga, the Sword Collection palace, and the Umbral Yin sect were all established on such blessed lands, which allowed them to thrive for centuries, millennia, or even tens of millennia.

The southern region was extremely vast, but the actual number of blessed lands were still limited, and none of those who occupied these places were weak. They were either cultivators with powerful cultivations or tremendous sects. Often, it would be both.

Among the blessed lands of the south, Savage mountain ranked among the top five, but it was not occupied by a certain cultivator. Strictly speaking, it was not a sect either.

Who knew how many years ago, the cultivators of the south kicked off a storm of blood over Savage mountain. However, even if someone managed to take it for themselves, they would often die to unnatural causes before long.

The party that occupied it for the longest time was a powerful demonic sect back then. Their power and influence almost rivalled the greatest sect of the south, the Myriad Poison cult, but several decades later, they were breached through the combined efforts of many demonic cultivators who slaughtered the mountain and annihilated the sect, causing it to vanish into the dust trail of history.

Afterwards, the demonic cultivators decided to share the place, establishing dwellings independently. They nominated eight cultivators that had undergone the second heavenly tribulation as the eight cave masters. They swore an oath of blood to not encroach on one another, and if any foreign enemies attacked, they would work together against them.

It finally brought the contention to an end, continuing like this for generation upon generation. They also constantly absorbed new independent cultivators. The number of cave masters varied over time, but they became a great force, one that no one could shake anymore. It became known as the Lair of Demons.

Apart from the native demonic cultivators of the south, many cultivators that had broken laws of the empire and had become fugitives fled here too. Even an entire millennium ago, the Hawkwolf Guard of the South Sea commandery had already deemed it to be a forbidden zone, kicking off a war that lasted several centuries. As the Great Xia empire declined, losing control over these distant places, the Lair of Demons no longer had an opponent, and their renown grew.

The most hilarious part of all this was that the master of the White Wolf guard Li Qingshan had smashed to a pulp was one of the cave masters. They really were working hand in hand with no clear distinction.



The cloud took off, passing through the canopy, passing through the rain, and passing through the cloud layer.

They had a clear view all around. The sea of clouds surged, and the sunlight shone everywhere. The scenery was magnificent.

Li Qingshan sat on the cloud as Xiao An leaned against his head, her lips curled into a smile. Just like before, she preferred silence over talking.

Many years ago, when she recovered her ability to talk, there was a period of time when she liked to talk a lot. However, that did not last for too long, as there was nothing she had to say to others, and there was no need for her to talk so much with him.

Simply by exchanging glances and smiling, they understood.

However, Li Qingshan liked to listen to her talk a lot. Her voice did not have the sweetness and beauty of a young girl. Instead, it was clear and ungraspable, bearing some slight resemblance to the timbre of gold or jade.