“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?
Ignoring Quinley, Montane Daemon kept staring at Jared. “Your Sacred Light Fist is pure and powerful, and it’s very 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 Light Fist nowadays.”
Upon hearing Montane Daemon’s 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 Fist directly from Mr. Whalreth.”
Montane Daemon was astonished to learn that. “That’s impossible! Elder Whalreth, he- Suddenly, he shut his mouth, realizing he had said something he shouldn’t.
Jared was sharp enough to catch what Montane Daemon said and frowned. “Elder Whalreth? Does that mean you’re a Demonic Cultivator of Whalreth’s lineage?”
In response, Montane Daemon nodded. “That’s right. I am a Demonic Cultivator who belongs to Whalreth’s lineage. To survive, I learned all kinds of techniques so that I could change my aura on a whim. It’s my method of preventing others from realizing I’m a demon. However, because of that, my growth has stagnated for hundreds of years.
I’ve been waiting at Demonia Mountain, hoping I can one day clear my lineage’s name. Elder Whalreth has been dead for thousands of years. Even the disciples and grand-disciples who met him before are all dead. How is it possible that he personally taught you Sacred Light Fist?”
He couldn’t believe Jared was telling the truth because it was too ridiculous.
“Mr. Whalreth didn’t perish. Someone sealed his soul remnant inside Pentacarna Tower within the mundane world. I chanced upon him and rescued him. In return, he taught me Sacred Light Fist. He even said that if I had the opportunity to do so, I should meet him at Demonia Mountain,” revealed Jared.
“What? Elder Whalreth isn’t dead? He returned to Demonia Mountain? Why didn’t I see him?” Montane Daemon grew so emotional that his body was trembling slightly.
“That I don’t know. Perhaps he doesn’t want anyone to know for now because he’s only a soul remnant. Maybe he’ll reappear once he restores his flesh.” Jared also didn’t understand why Whalreth didn’t show up.
However, after some pondering, he realized that Whalreth was likely greatly weakened as a soul remnant. As such, if Whalreth showed himself without a plan, someone might seal him away. again.
Hence, it would be better for Whalreth to reappear after he had regained his body. Montane Daemon stared at Jared. “You’re not tricking me, are you?”
“Why would I? I stand to gain nothing by doing so. Besides, does my Sacred Light Fist look fake?” Jared grinned.
At that point, Montane Daemon fully believed Jared. After all, Jared couldn’t have learned Sacred Light Fist from anyone else but Whalreth himself.
