The Man’s Decree

“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?

at Jared. “Your Sacred Light

by Whalreth’s lineage. However, according to

afterward. That’s why no one can unleash such a pure

nowadays.”

a moment. Then, he said, “I suppose there’s no

anymore. Yes, I learned Sacred Light Fist directly from Mr.

learn that. “That’s impossible! Elder Whalreth, he-

said something he

Montane Daemon said

of

“That’s right. I am a Demonic Cultivator who belongs to

so that I could change my aura on a whim. It’s my method

that,

at Demonia Mountain, hoping I can one day clear

of years. Even the disciples and grand-disciples who met him before

taught you Sacred Light

telling the truth

perish. Someone sealed his soul remnant inside Pentacarna

taught me Sacred