Chapter 1159

Although I don't know why the tundra wolves fled, being lucky enough to survive, Grandpa Murong You still has the leisure to investigate the cause. "Maybe I scared them off; my luck has always been good." Lu Yang volunteered to take credit—doing good deeds requires leaving one's name.

Grandpa Murong You looked at little Lu in surprise, but after a moment's thought, he said maybe little Lu wasn't wrong; if it were normal circumstances, he would surely be dead. If there's any difference between now and normal circumstances, it's truly just having little Lu around.

Moreover, little Lu fell from such a height, which shows his luck is indeed good. "Good, good, good—then from now on, I'll rely on your luck."

Grandpa Murong You knew that the longer one stays on Forgetting Sorrow Cliff, the more likely one is to encounter danger; this time it was tundra wolves, next time it might be the Moon Shadow Heavenly Lion that can tear apart Nascent Soul cultivators limb from limb. He hastily picked the Forgetting Sorrow Grass and brought Lu Yang to the agreed-upon place.

A rope hung vertically down—it was Grandpa Murong You's disciple lowering it.

"I'll go up first, then you follow my example." Grandpa Murong You instructed. The two climbed the rope simultaneously; any mishap would send both falling. Grandpa Murong You gripped the rope, stepped on the cliff face, and climbed up carefully. Lu Yang followed behind with agile hands and feet, even moving faster than Grandpa Murong You.

Although Lu Yang's realm has dropped to Foundation Establishment, his bodily control is on a completely different level from Grandpa Murong You's.

Even if Lu Yang fought his former Foundation Establishment self, he could easily win—this is why high-level cultivators can suppress their realm and still be invincible against peers. "Master, are you alright?" At the cliff's edge, three disciples expressed concern for Grandpa Murong You.

"Almost had trouble." Only after truly leaving Forgetting Sorrow Cliff did Grandpa Murong You feel completely at ease, producing three Forgetting Sorrow Grasses from his bosom. "There are actually three!" The three disciples rejoiced.

"Keep holding the rope—others still need to come up." "Is there still someone below?"

"Alas, a poor child named Little Lu, who even fell and damaged his head."

When Lu Yang climbed up, he felt Grandpa Murong You's three disciples looking at him with eyes full of pity. No, Grandpa, could you stop spreading everywhere that my brain is damaged?

Lu Yang glanced at these three disciples: one at Foundation Establishment, two at Qi Refinement.

Grandpa Murong You led the four into Moxue City, where the city walls were covered in a thick layer of ice. According to Grandpa Murong You, since the day Moxue City was founded, the walls have begun to ice over, never melting year-round, with a history of a thousand years.

In the far north, thousand-year-old ice, ten-thousand-year-old ice—none of these are considered rare.

The far north is sparsely populated, lacking a unified government; communication between cities is minimal, so events from years ago in the Cultivation Realm can still be considered news here. "What? Half-Immortal battle at Xiti Temple? Immortal battle at Yaocheng?"

Grandpa Murong You overheard someone discussing by the roadside and was greatly startled—aren't Xiti Temple and Yaocheng centers of major powers? Logically, they should be safe, yet why does it sound more dangerous than our Moxue City?

Seeing this, Lu Yang suspected the people of the far north don't even know he has entered the Void Refinement realm. How remote—probably even my master's enemies haven't reached this place.

Then Lu Yang saw the bounty notice he himself had posted about the Speechless Daoist, looking somewhat aged. "This is..."

Grandpa Murong You whispered: "I heard the city lord bears a grudge against the Speechless Daoist."

"I know you admire Lu Yang, but I'll pretend I didn't hear that—if the city lord's people find out, you're done!" Lu Yang rubbed his forehead. "Master, can you just be honest? How come even in the far north you have enemies?"

"Can't you learn from me? I may run around everywhere, but I befriend people and don't make enemies." "Well, then I won't be called Lu Yang anymore."

"What should you be called then?"

"Lu Doudou."

"We've arrived." Grandpa Murong You brought Lu Yang before a building. The plaque read: Tiger Roar Martial Hall.

At the entrance hung recruitment offers: sign up for three months, get half a month free; sign up for a year, get three months free. Entering the martial hall, Lu Yang saw a group of children practicing punches with heng and ha, their voices young but uniform.

Occasionally someone would bring a child to inquire about enrollment: "Is it really true that you offer a free seven-day trial before deciding to enroll?" "... Grandpa Murong, you previously said your Tiger Roar Sect has eight hundred disciples?"

Grandpa Murong You felt a bit embarrassed: "The outer disciples are somewhat numerous, and the entry standards are somewhat low."

"It's not that I didn't consider how dangerous the far north is—I wanted the children to learn some martial arts for more survival skills. If luck brings them across someone with spiritual roots, I'll let them become our inner disciples."

"If you temporarily have no place to stay, why not come teach martial arts at the hall?" Grandpa Murong You proposed, noting Lu Yang was at Foundation Establishment, which in their Tiger Roar Sect would make him the second strongest.

After all, he's an outsider—I can't rashly let him touch the sect's core, but such a fine lone cultivator I can't bear to send away, especially with such good luck, so I came up with this idea of having him teach martial arts.

"Agreed."

Lu Yang observed the children practicing Tiger Roar Fist for a while; it resembled imitating animal forms, lion's roar techniques, etc. —just mimicking a tiger's roar. Coincidentally, he knows the fiercest tiger in the world, Jin Caiwei, so teaching Tiger Roar Fist should pose no problem.

Grandpa Murong You arranged for Lu Yang a dwelling with decent spiritual energy density—though useless for Lu Yang now, it still shows his regard for Lu Yang. Lu Yang lay down and, as if dead, reported his situation to the sect.

Seeking rescue is somewhat embarrassing, so I won't volunteer it; I hope the sect understands my meaning and proactively sends someone to fetch me.

Third Senior Sister, at Void Refinement, while training in the Demon Realm, still had several treasures in hand and didn't lose against Body Fusion cultivators—I have nothing, which is truly dangerous...

"Senior Brother Dai, Heavenly Sword Master Xuan Yuan—no, wait, Senior Brother Lu Yang is dead again." Gu Junye found Dai Bufan, who was greatly startled.

"Didn't this kid go to Buddha Country to become an immortal? What happened that he still needs to feign death?" "Senior Brother Lu Yang said he accidentally came to the far north."

"What is he doing in the far north?" Dai Bufan puzzled—did Lu Yang think he'd provoked too much trouble, so he went to the far north to find ten-thousand-year-old black ice to freeze himself, thus harming the Cultivation Realm tens of thousands of years later?

Dai Bufan turned and told Miss Miss Miss Miss Miss Yun Zhi of Lu Yang's situation: "Little Junior Brother went to the far north—not a bad mindset." "Not a bad mindset?"

"Little Junior Brother surely felt he was too comfortable in Buddha Country, lacking training, so to challenge himself, he went to the far north to temper himself." "But Junior Brother Lu said he went to the far north by accident."

Miss Miss Miss Miss Miss Yun Zhi waved her hand, indifferent: "Little Junior Brother has always been humble—this is just his modest words."