Chapter 171 (1/2)

Chapter 171: Request and News

Translator: Yukidaruma Translations  Editor: Yukidaruma Translations

At the same time in the Empire’s northeast direction, a tremendous snow mountain stood there with its peak pointing toward the sky.

This was the Yalan Sacred Mountain. The majestic mountain range not only ran up and down, it was also extremely beautiful. Together with the pure white snow and foggy clouds, it exuded an extremely mysterious feeling.

This was the Empire’s biggest snow mountain, and it was also the sacred mountain where the Church of Universal Truth was located within the Empire. Legend said that it was the burial ground for the Church of Universal Truth’s first female saint.

On this snow mountain, there were many religious disciples in white clothes heading up the stairs, stopping and kowtowing as they worshipped sincerely in the direction of the snow mountain’s peak.

The whole snow mountain was covered with structures which seemed like the Church of Universal Truth’s churches and relics. It fully displayed the deep influence and financial strength possessed by the Church of Universal Truth.

At the back of the Yalan Sacred Mountain, a snowstorm was blowing in the place known as Saint’s Peak. It covered the ground with about one meter of thick snow.

Under such horrible weather, a man stood in the snow. Although there was a snowstorm, he still stood tall, facing the cold wind, his eyes unmoving as he glared at the magnificent palace before him.

It was tall, magnificent, and extremely luxurious-looking. It was almost as if every inch of space were densely covered with relief sculptures and scriptures. The palace was made from pure white onyx, looking like a piece of art.

To have been able to build such a palace on the Saint’s Peak five thousand meters above sea level, it was extremely unbelievable. In such a horribly cold weather, the palace was like a paradise, uncontaminated by the snow and cold, which made it even more unbelievable.

This was where the Holy Orison, who was one of the Church of Universal Truth’s Guardian Kings and ranked amongst the top ten strongest in the Empire, resided in seclusion.

A religious disciple who was wearing white clothes walked up to Huang Lin. The former stepped lightly on the snow without leaving any traces of footsteps. Although he wore only a gown, he did not appear to be cold.

He looked towards Huang Lin, then shook his head and said, “Since the Guardian King has decided to seclude himself for ten years, then he would not come out earlier no matter what. You shouldn’t wait anymore. Just take your leave.”

Huang Lin said with determination, “Master Yuelun, please tell the Guardian King that the situation is really different this time around. Fang Xingjian’s talent in sword arts is truly exceptional. He managed to achieve what took others decades in just one year.

“If he can regain his sight, then his achievements in the future will be no lower than those of Divine level experts.

“Such a child should not be wasted by injuries and sickness.

“As long as the Guardian King is willing to cure Fang Xingjian, then I’ll be willing to exhaust all my money and come under the Church of Universal Truth’s wings, becoming a disciple.”

As he spoke, Huang Lin’s knees were bent. His back, which had always been upright from the day he was born, was bent for the first time ever.”

He knelt in the snow and spoke out in the direction of the palace.

“I, Huang Lin, have never gone down on my knees in all my life. Today, I’m on my knees, asking only to be granted an interview with the Guardian King.”

Huang Lin was a Conferred Knight, a strong Warrior who had been training in martial arts for decades… His pride, his honor, his persistence was something which could not be found across hundreds of thousands, even millions. Otherwise, it would not have been possible for him to succeed in attaining the second transition and become a level 25 Conferred Knight.

But at this moment, he was willing to put everything down for his disciple. He was willing to discard all the honor he had been carrying during his life as a Knight for a glimmer of hope.

It was as if he had grown ten years older in that instance. The mental cultivation method in his consciousness was circulating increasingly slowly. To think that he was not even able to keep up with it.

For him to kneel down was more than a hundred or even a thousand times harder than others. He could even possibly cause his mental cultivation method to become unstable and forever lose the possibility to progress any further, all because of this moment of kneeling.

He was betting on Fang Xingjian’s future with his own.