"Yes."
After the Ox-Nosed Old Daoist spoke that single word, both Chu Feng and Yu Ting were overjoyed.
Rescuing Zi Ling was an extraordinarily difficult task, but now... they had finally seen a glimmer of hope. How could they not be delighted?
"Master, what method is it?"
Chu Feng pressed eagerly.
"Don't celebrate too early."
"There is indeed a method, but using it to enter the Wo Long Martial Sect is an incredibly difficult thing. I could even say that, even for you, it may not be possible."
The Ox-Nosed Old Daoist said to Chu Feng.
Hearing this, Chu Feng realized the matter was no simple affair.
But he still pressed on: "Master, what exactly is the method?"
Chu Feng could not give up on Zi Ling. As long as there was even the slightest hope, he would seize it with both hands. Even if it meant mountains of blades and seas of fire, he would not hesitate.
Even if it meant an endless hell, he would charge right through it.
"When the Wo Long Martial Sect was first established, it allowed talented juniors to join the sect on their own initiative."
"So a grand teleportation formation was created."
"However, the Wo Long Martial Sect's requirements for its disciples were far too harsh. From the very beginning, no one had ever been able to pass the trial."
"So that teleportation formation of the Wo Long Martial Sect gradually fell into disuse."
"Afterward, the Wo Long Martial Sect began adopting a different approach — having elders leave the sect to personally select promising disciples and bring them back to the Wo Long Martial Sect for cultivation."
"But that teleportation formation is still there, and its function remains intact."
"So, as long you two brats can pass the trial of that teleportation formation, you will be able to enter the Wo Long Martial Sect and officially become its disciples."
"It's just... I don't want to pour cold water on you, but using this method to enter the Wo Long Martial Sect is practically impossible."
"It's far too difficult. Those requirements are simply far too harsh."
The Ox-Nosed Old Daoist shook his head and sighed.
"Master, do you know where that teleportation formation is?"
Chu Feng did not give up and continued to press.
He had already steeled himself — even if it meant a one-in-ten chance of survival, he would give it a try.
"As for where the formation is, this old man can certainly find it. But Chu Feng, you're not ready yet."
The Ox-Nosed Old Daoist said.
"Why?"
Chu Feng asked.
"The teleportation formation has its requirements. The first rule is that only juniors under a hundred years of age are eligible."
"But that condition alone isn't harsh. It's when this condition is combined with the subsequent requirements that it becomes truly impossible."
"You must possess a cultivation of Fourth Grade Supreme to be eligible to enter the teleportation formation and accept the challenge," the Ox-Nosed Old Daoist said.
"Fourth Grade Supreme? Does that mean..."
Hearing these words, Chu Feng's brows immediately furrowed, and the hope in his heart took a heavy blow.
He was desperate to rescue Zi Ling, but his current cultivation was only First Grade Supreme.
That was still three full realms away from Fourth Grade Supreme.
And cultivation was not something that could be broken through simply because he willed it. It required gathering cultivation resources, required epiphany in the martial path. Even with Chu Feng's considerable talent, trying to reach Fourth Grade Supreme in such a short time was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
Yet just as Chu Feng was growing anxious over Zi Ling's safety because he could not enter the Wo Long Martial Sect in time, the Ox-Nosed Old Daoist's next words made Chu Feng feel even more despairing.
"Remember, Fourth Grade Supreme merely qualifies you to attempt the trial. But it is said that to actually pass it, one would need to be at Ninth Grade Supreme."
The Ox-Nosed Old Daoist added.
"Ninth Grade Supreme?"