47: Canglang Plane, Shining Star Sea

After arranging the remaining Disciples and handing over to the Fellow Daoists of the other Six Sects, Mu Lang rushed to the Main Peak Square as quickly as possible.

After the great battle, only the main peak of the Xuanming Sect remained relatively well-preserved.

All other places had been destroyed.

Naturally, Cultivation Techniques and manuals, Artifact Refining Materials, Spiritual Plants, and Spirit Medicines were all looted from the storage Magical Artifacts of the Sect's Elders and divided up completely by the Disciples of each Sect according to their needs.

Yun Qingluan stood on the square, silently gazing at the Cultivators of the Six Sects busy in front of the teleportation array.

Mu Lang paced over to Yun Qingluan's side; he had already learned about Su Ling's disappearance from Mo Jinghun's mouth.

Ultimately, he gave a soft sigh and said gently, "A spatial rift leads to who knows where. You can go if you wish, but if he cannot be found, remember not to let it trouble your heart and give rise to a Heart Demon."

That was a spatial rift, not a spatial channel created by a teleportation array.

No matter how unreliable a teleportation array might be, it still has a general range.

With spatial rifts, especially random ones created by collisions of power, heaven knows where they might lead.

In the cultivation world, examples of people mistakenly entering spatial rifts and being transported to other Star Domains are everywhere.

Moreover, space turbulence is exceptionally dangerous, and the flow of time within is extremely bizarre; one day inside might mean a month has passed outside.

With Su Ling's strength at only the Middle Foundation Establishment Stage, the possibility of him surviving a space storm was almost zero.

Mu Lang said this only because he didn't want his cousin's immortal path to be affected.

"I understand."

Yun Qingluan took a deep breath and nodded heavily... Half a month later, within the Cuiye Plane, above the Blazing Hell Abyss.

Yun Qingluan stood on the back of a Black-Feathered Golden Eagle, her gaze dim.

"Qingluan."

Mu Lang stepped forward slowly, carefully weighing his tone to comfort her, "He might have already been transported to another plane or Star Domain. Do not be too persistent."

Over the past half month, Nascent Soul Disciples from various Sects had entered one after another.

Mu Lang had privately asked many people to help keep an eye out for Su Ling's tracks.

Unfortunately, the entire Cuiye Secret Realm had been turned upside down, yet Su Ling's figure was never discovered.

A spatial rift and the Middle Foundation Establishment Stage—these two factors combined meant certain death.

In Mu Lang's view, that kid was already doomed.

But strangely, the Soul Lamp in Yun Qingluan's hand had never gone out.

This forced Mu Lang to marvel that Su Ling's life was truly tough enough.

"I'm fine."

Yun Qingluan shook her head, took a deep breath, and said slowly with a trace of hope, "Although I cannot find him now, I believe that one day, I will see him again!"

"Yes, you will see him again."

Mu Lang nodded slightly, but there was an indescribable worry deep in his eyes.

Through Mo Jinghun, he had also learned about Yun Qingluan's experiences in the Xuanming Sect over the past seven years.

It had to be said that Mo Jinghun had indeed protected her very well.

At the very least, he hadn't let Yun Qingluan become insidious, cunning, and indifferent to life like the other Disciples.

The downside was that during the trip to the Cuiye Plane, she had too many interactions with Su Ling.

Many emotions had sprouted.

As a result, this kid's fate was unknown, and no one knew where he had drifted.

Even if he luckily survived the space turbulence, if he were to perish and his Dao vanish before seeing Yun Qingluan again... if not handled well, it would very likely become her Heart Demon in the future.

"Let's go, I miss home."

Yun Qingluan took a deep look at the ten-mile-wide lava pool below, then turned around and revealed a faint smile.

"Good!"

Mu Lang nodded heavily and commanded the Black-Feathered Golden Eagle to speed away.

In this Cuiye Plane, Yao Beasts above the Nascent Soul Early Stage had been completely cleared.

In the future, it would serve as a training ground for the Core Formation Disciples of the Six Sects... "Ten thousand acres of azure waves crash against the shore, a lone sail chases the waves toward the tide."

"The sound of waves rolls through dreams of home, the slanting colors of the tide pull at a traveler's heart..."

In a daze, Su Ling seemed to hear someone saying something by his ear, but for a moment, he couldn't quite understand.

"Junior Martial Uncle, what's next?"

"Uh, my inspiration is not flowing; let me think for a few more days."

"Haha, just for those two lines, you've been thinking for several months, haven't you, Junior Martial Uncle!"

"Stinky brat, if you're so capable, why don't you try?"

"Uh, Junior Martial Uncle, he's awake."

Su Ling slowly opened his eyes. The sky was clear, and the blazing sun seemed a size larger than the one on Blue Star, making it very piercing to the eyes.

He struggled to sit up but felt a sharp pain throughout his Meridians, causing Su Ling to let out a muffled groan.

"Little friend, your heavy injuries have not yet healed; you should continue lying down."

The voice came from above his head, and Su Ling turned his head to look.

Only then did he discover that he seemed to be on the deck of a large ship.

A refined-looking Cultivator sat beside him, stroking his beard with a smile on his face.

"Junior Martial Uncle, he's been lying down for half a month; he's still going to lie there?"

A pair of strong hands supported Su Ling's shoulders to help him sit up and placed a cushion for him to lean against.

A young man wearing only shorts and a short-sleeved shirt sat in front of Su Ling and asked curiously, "We found you at sea half a month ago. Brother, where are you from?"

"And you two are?"

While adjusting his sitting posture, Su Ling inconspicuously felt his waist.

Fortunately, his Storage Pouch was still there.

"Oh, my name is Lu Tao, and this is my Junior Martial Uncle, Senior Wu Haiya."

Lu Tao replied with a grin, his eyes full of curiosity.

"Thank you both for saving me. My name is Su Ling, and I come from the Great Jade Dynasty."

Feeling the other party's goodwill, Su Ling cupped his hands and introduced himself.

"Su Ling... A solitary peak towers over the river, condensing a cold emerald; an ancient temple rests among the clouds, accompanied by the evening bell. Little friend, your name is well-chosen."

Senior Wu Haiya recited the poem while swaying his head, expressing his admiration.

The cultivation world is as vast as a sea of smoke, with innumerable types of languages.

However, upon entering the Sect, the Sutra-Transmission Elder had taught the common language of the cultivation world.

Although Senior Wu Haiya's accent was somewhat different from the common language, Su Ling could still understand it clearly.

Su Ling modestly cupped his hands, "Benefactor, you overpraise me."

The aura of the Senior Wu Haiya before him was as vast as an abyss and as heavy as a prison.

When the teleportation array was activated, Su Ling had felt a similar aura from Sect Head Huo Qinglu.

A Spirit Transformation Cultivator!

Even Lu Tao beside him had a cultivation at the Early Core Formation Stage.

Addressing him as benefactor was also to show a respectful posture.

"Forget about 'benefactor.' If you don't mind, you can call me Senior."

Senior Wu Haiya waved his hand. With his eyesight, he could naturally see that Su Ling possessed cultivation.

It was just that he had gone through some ordeal and was currently heavily injured and completely devoid of mana.

"Yes, Senior."

Su Ling looked around and couldn't help but ask curiously, "I wonder, what region is this?"

"This is the Canglang Plane, Yaoxing Sea."

Lu Tao waved his hand and made a very large gesture, "But speaking of which, I've never heard of that Great Jade Dynasty of yours. Junior Martial Uncle, have you heard of it?"

"I have not. Presumably, it does not belong to our Canglang Plane."

Senior Wu Haiya shook his head and explained to the bewildered Su Ling, "The Canglang Plane is covered in seawater, with countless islands for people to live on. The entire plane is divided among the Seven Great Sects, with seven subordinate Imperial Dynasties, but none bear the name of the Great Jade Dynasty."

"The Great Jade Dynasty where this Junior was born is under the jurisdiction of the Cangyun Sect. I wonder if Senior has heard of it?"

Su Ling asked tentatively.

"I have never heard of it."

Senior Wu Haiya sized up Su Ling and said calmly, "When you were found, you had the aura of lava on you, as well as scars from being cut by space turbulence. Presumably, you must have mistakenly entered some spatial rift to arrive here by accident, right?"

"Senior's Wisdom Eye is as bright as a torch. This Junior was indeed exploring an underground karst cave when I was driven into a spatial rift by a Fourth-Tier Demonic Beast."

Su Ling sighed, his face showing bitterness.

"You're quite impressive, actually being able to survive in the space turbulence!"

Lu Tao had a look of surprise, "No wonder your Magic Treasures and Spirit Stones are all gone..."

At this point, he quickly covered his mouth, a very embarrassed expression appearing on his face.

Senior Wu Haiya reached out and gave him a flick on the forehead before explaining to Su Ling, "I am truly sorry. This Martial Nephew of mine is too mischievous and had previously checked your Storage Pouch."

A dignified Spirit Transformation Cultivator apologizing to a paltry Foundation Establishment Cultivator?

This attitude immediately startled Su Ling, and he repeatedly waved his hands and smiled, "Senior, you are too kind. Thanks to being rescued by the two of you, I was able to survive by luck. How could I mind such things?"

"This bottle of ten thousand year jade marrow is the best thing this Junior has on him. Please accept it, Senior, as a small token of my gratitude."

Su Ling took out an ice jade bottle from his Storage Pouch and respectfully held it out before the other party with both hands.

"ten thousand year jade marrow can be used to refine the Tianyuan Solid Body Pill, which helps a Nascent Soul Cultivator break through to Soul Transformation..."

Senior Wu Haiya smiled slightly and shook his head, "However, we do not lack such spiritual items. Little friend, you should keep it for yourself. When we reach Thousand Star Island, it would be good to exchange it for some Spirit Stones."

"This..."

Su Ling was slightly stunned, his face showing embarrassment.

"Just take it. Without Spirit Stones, you'll find it difficult to move a single step once we reach Thousand Star Island!"

Lu Tao pushed his hand back without allowing for argument, winking teasingly.

He knew all too well that in Su Ling's several Storage Pouches, aside from various Spiritual Plants, Ores, Yao Beast Materials, and some miscellaneous items, not a single Spirit Stone remained.

Presumably, along with his Magic Treasures, they had all been consumed within the space turbulence.

Otherwise, with his strength at the Foundation Establishment Stage, how could he have possibly survived?