Chapter 1158: The Good Days in Buddha Country Are Over

"Big Boss, Second Boss, you're back... Is anyone there?"

Yun Mengmeng ran out of the ancestral hall and saw only Senior Senior Senior Senior Senior Ao Ling and Jiang Lianli standing outside.

"Strange, I clearly heard Second Boss's voice, Senior Senior Senior Senior Senior Ao Ling sister, Lianli sister, did you see Big Boss and Second Boss?"

Jiang Lianli's face showed an odd expression, not knowing how to answer, she thought for a while before slowly saying: "They seem to have eloped."

"Is there such a cold place in Buddha Country?" As Lu Yang wondered, he suddenly realized there was nothing beneath his feet—a bottomless abyss lined with ice blades. He instinctively tried to fly, but found his immortal body gone, unable to fly at all.

"Immortal, what's going on? Did I leave Buddha Country?!"

"Well, it seems after you ascended, your ability to traverse vast distances with a single step has increased—you stepped out of Buddha Country in one stride." The Immortal explained calmly. "Your person left Buddha Country, but your immortal body couldn't leave, hence this situation."

Oh no, I just lied to Senior Senior Senior Senior Senior Ao Ling and Jiang Lianli, saying my magic wasn't proficient after ascension, and now the lie became true—I've directly arrived outside Buddha Country. Lu Yang regretted deeply; indeed, lies bring retribution.

Looking back, when he only told partial truths before, nothing ever happened.

The surroundings were a world of ice and snow, with an abyss of ten thousand feet beneath his feet—he must have arrived at the far north. This place is infamous in the Cultivation Realm as a spot where birds don't even defecate.

"I haven't even enjoyed a few good days in Buddha Country, and now I've left it." Lu Yang said regretfully.

The Immortal comforted him thoughtfully: "Little Yangzi, cheer up—with this Immortal accompanying you, every day is a good day." After hearing this, Lu Yang felt even colder inside.

Never mind these for now—let's first fly up and talk.

The ten-thousand-foot cliff was bottomless; as they spoke, Lu Yang kept falling. But he wasn't panicked—his cultivation fluctuated to the Foundation Establishment stage, which allows flight. "Wait, why can't I fly?"

The Immortal stroked his chin: "It seems there's a formation at the cliff's base restricting flight." Lu Yang's eyelid twitched—truly, misfortunes never come singly. He immediately activated a forbidden art: "Deceive Heaven, Conceal Fate!" He entered a death state and plunged straight to the ground.

When Lu Yang lifted the Deceive Heaven, Conceal Fate art, he had already crashed to the cliff's base, his body aching but still functional. A yellow-orange lantern swayed before him—out of nowhere came a middle-aged man with a goat beard, looking at him with concern. Seeing Lu Yang wake up, the goat-bearded man jumped in fright: "Young man, you fell from such a height and are still alive?"

Lu Yang was also startled—could there be people at the cliff's base? Is this a local scenic spot? "I am Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Murong You, old man. What's your name, young man?"

Feeling embarrassed by the fall, Lu Yang gave a false name: "I am Meng Jingzhou."

Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Murong You rolled his eyes, disbelieving Lu Yang's nonsense—Meng Jingzhou is no ordinary figure; how could he come to such a place? "Why don't you say your name is Lu Yang?" "... I am Lu Yang."

Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Murong You looked at Lu Yang with strange eyes: "Young man, how did you fall down here?"

Lu Yang considered that lying had brought retribution, so he decided to tell the truth: "After I ascended in Buddha Country, I demonstrated magic to the ancient ancestors of the Dragon and Phoenix clans. I accidentally lost control of the power, and it transported me here. By the way, where is this?"

Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Murong You stroked his goat beard, gazing at Lu Yang with growing pity—falling from such a height, he likely had some life-saving treasure on him, which preserved his life.

Unfortunately, though his life was saved, his mind seemed to have a problem—still talking about Buddha Country, still talking about ascension.

Was it an internal family feud, pushing the heir off the cliff?

"This is the Forgetting Soul Cliff."

"Forgetting Soul Cliff? Is this the far north?" Lu Yang had never heard of this place.

"Of course it is the far north."

Lu Yang thought: What a desolate place this far north is—I'm so famous, yet the other party only knows my name but not what I look like.

"Young man………… constantly calling you 'young man' isn't good either—do you still remember your own name?"

"I really am Lu Yang." Lu Yang said helplessly, even producing his identity token from the Wen Dao Sect to show Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Murong You. But Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Murong You had never seen such a high-level identity token, assuming Lu Yang worshipped Lu Yang and had crafted a fake trinket. Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Murong You shook his head: "Such severe amnesia—temporarily, let's just call you Xiao Lu?"

"Alright."

Lu Yang wasn't the type to care about identities.

"Xiao Lu, do you want to come with me? Don't look at me like this—I'm at least the sect master of the Hu Xiao Sect, with eight hundred disciples." Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Murong You said proudly. "A sect of eight hundred people sounds formidable, though this Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Murong You's cultivation isn't high—only early Golden Core stage."

"Good."

Lu Yang thought: Anyway, I'm blind in this far north—might as well follow a local to learn the situation. Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Murong You extinguished the lantern and walked ahead; Lu Yang followed behind.

According to Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Murong You, the Forgetting Soul Cliff is teeming with demon beasts, and keeping lanterns lit easily attracts them—by then, even he would fare poorly.

Thanks to the Forgetting Soul Cliff's exceptional environment, many precious herbs have grown there. Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Murong You came here to harvest a spiritual herb called Forget-Worry Grass.

Since flight is impossible on the Forgetting Soul Cliff, he was lowered by disciples on ropes. After finding the herbs, they pull him back up.

The disciples' cultivation is too low—encountering demon beasts means certain death, so only he can come down to harvest.

Lu Yang vaguely recalled seeing Forget-Worry Grass in the medicine garden of the Wen Dao Sect—vast patches, tended by the Little Medicine Kings, growing as lush as weeds.

"Found it!"

Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Murong You excitedly said: Not far away, several stalks of spiritual grass emitted a lustrous white light—exactly the Forget-Worry Grass he sought.

"There are three stalks—I've struck it rich!"

Just as Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Murong You prepared to approach and harvest, he heard footsteps from the Forget-Worry Grass—pairs of emerald-green eyes gleamed in the darkness, each forehead bearing a sapphire ice crystal.

"They're Ice Plains Wolves!"

Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Murong You retreated repeatedly in fear—even a late Golden Core cultivator facing a pack of Ice Plains Wolves would have only a one-in-ten chance of survival.

As Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Murong You prepared for a last stand, the snarling Ice Plains Wolves suddenly showed fear, emitted low, whining cries, and kept retreating.

As demon beasts, their senses are sharper—they sensed the calm youth standing behind Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Murong You, whose body emanated two extremely terrifying auras.

These two terrifying auras are existences so supreme that even their ancestors would tremble with fear upon seeing them!

The Ice Plains Wolves could no longer suppress their fear—they turned and fled, leaving Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa Murong You staring in disbelief.

Lu Yang pondered: Before coming here, I had contact with Senior Senior Senior Senior Senior Ao Ling and Jiang Lianli—could the wolf pack have sensed their aura?