Chapter 10

As he spoke, Amu saw three people in front and seven behind, a total of ten people had entered the grand hall.

"Three peaks, four caves, and seven elders should be fourteen people in total. Why are there only ten?" Amu observed and pondered.

The three people in front were two men and one woman, all with remarkable presence.

The man in the middle, wearing a green robe with a short beard, had a gaunt face with a faint layer of greenish aura. His eyes exuded a stern and deadly air, and he appeared to be around fifty years old.

However, Amu knew that for cultivators, with different realms, longevity and unchanged appearance were no longer difficult. Like Han Qianli, who looked only thirty to forty years old, elegant and graceful, he was actually nearly three hundred years old. Therefore, one could not judge a cultivator's age by appearance.

The man beside the green-robed man looked to be in his thirties, with a smooth, beardless face and a handsome appearance, slightly cold and proud. He wore a white robe, like a lotus emerging from water, spotless, exuding a gentlemanly aura.

The purple-robed woman on the other side had a cold and icy face but was exceptionally beautiful.

The seven people behind the three, five men and two women, wore different attire and had varied appearances. Some were already white-haired, unlike the outstanding figures of the three peaks' abbots.

"Pay respects to the sect leader!" The ten people entered the grand hall and bowed to Han Qianli simultaneously.

"Report to the sect leader, the abbots of Tiancang and Zixue caves are in closed meditation, and Elders Qian and Xu are not in Beihan!" The tall, purple-robed disciple who had spoken earlier reported to Han Qianli.

Han Qianli nodded slightly. The abbots of the three peaks and four caves, as well as the seven elders, were scattered across various peaks and caves, rarely gathering. It was already good to have ten people gathered today.

"Everyone, you may rise!" Han Qianli smiled and gestured for everyone to be seated.

Half a month ago, Han Qianli suddenly activated the ancient array gate and crossed the void. No one knew what he was doing.

Today, upon hearing that the sect leader had returned to the mountain, they were ordered to come. In fact, their disciples had already informed them that the sect leader had brought a young boy back to the mountain. However, these ten people were all deep thinkers. Except for the cold and beautiful purple-robed woman who glanced at Amu, the other nine did not look at him at all.

Han Qianli's eyes swept over everyone, pausing slightly on the white-robed man. He smiled and said, "After half a month, Yifeng has indeed advanced from the initial stage of Zhi Ling to the intermediate stage. This is truly a cause for celebration!"

Upon hearing this, everyone focused their attention on the white-robed man.

This left Amu somewhat puzzled. Was an intermediate Zhi Ling so impressive? He knew that Han Qianli was at the initial stage of Ling Sheng. According to Wang Jue's explanation of the realm divisions, the white-robed man should be below Han Qianli. An intermediate Zhi Ling seemed to be nothing special!

Amu did not show his thoughts on his face but instead displayed a look of admiration, though he only knew the names of the realms and not what they meant.

An intermediate Zhi Ling was absolutely a top expert in the cultivation world.

Cultivators in the Haihuang神州 were generally divided into three major realms: Xiū, Líng, and Hún.

The Xiū realm was divided into Chū Xiū and Dìng Xiū, with Chū Xiū having nine stages and Dìng Xiū having three stages.

The Líng realm was divided into Zhi Ling and Ling Sheng, each with three stages. The Hún realm was divided into Xiū Hún and Sàn Hún, each with three stages.

The three major realms of Xiū, Líng, and Hún, and the six stages of Chū Xiū, Dìng Xiū, Zhi Ling, Ling Sheng, Xiū Hún, and Sàn Hún, were the commonly referred to "three realms and six stages" in the Haihuang神州.

Most cultivators, after a lifetime of hard cultivation for a hundred years, were only at the Chū Xiū stage. Those who could break through the Xiū realm and enter the Líng realm were all exceptionally talented and blessed, with only two or three out of thousands of cultivators reaching the Zhi Ling stage. Although not one in ten thousand, it was close. As for Ling Sheng, such a powerful figure was even rarer.

As for the Hún realm cultivators, they were the top existence, rare and hard to come by. Even the Beihan Sect, one of the three major sects in the northern region of the Haihuang神州, had not seen a Xiū Hún expert in over two thousand years, let alone a Sàn Hún.

The Beihan Sect was the top sect in the northern region of the Haihuang神州. Han Qianli was considered a cultivation genius, but he was only at the initial stage of Ling Sheng. In the entire northern region, he was a top expert, showing how difficult the path of cultivation was.

The entire Beihan Sect, including the cultivation children and outer disciples, numbered in the tens of thousands. Apart from a few reclusive old monsters and Han Qianli, who were at the Ling Sheng stage, the only other person was the Wannan Peak Abbot Mei Wannan, who was at the intermediate stage of Zhi Ling. The other abbots and elders were all at the initial stage of Zhi Ling.

The Dìng Xiū disciples in purple robes and the Chū Xiū disciples in blue robes, despite the size of the Beihan Sect, numbered only about three thousand, with Dìng Xiū disciples making up less than one-tenth of that number.

This white-robed man, Bai Yifeng, was the abbot of the western Sunset Peak. Although he had only been cultivating for a hundred years, he had already reached the intermediate stage of Zhi Ling, making him the first person in the Beihan Sect in a thousand years to achieve this. Even Han Qianli could not match him.

"Brother Yifeng, you have reached the intermediate stage of Ling Sheng in just a hundred years, truly enviable! I took a full 180 years to reach this stage, and for the past 150 years, I have made no further progress!" The green-robed man, Mei Wannan, the abbot of Wannan Peak, sighed.

Bai Yifeng smiled faintly and said, "Sect leader, Brother Mei, it's just a stroke of luck for Yifeng."

Han Qianli nodded and said, "Yifeng, you have a great chance of reaching the Ling Sheng stage. It seems our Beihan Sect is about to rise again!"

The others nodded in agreement. A Zhi Ling cultivator could live for five hundred years. Bai Yifeng, who had just passed a hundred years, was already at the intermediate stage of Zhi Ling, with nearly four hundred years left. With his talent, he was sure to reach the Ling Sheng stage.

"Once Yifeng reaches the Ling Sheng stage, our Beihan Sect can surpass the Jiangxue Pavilion and rival the Tianhuang Sect. Apart from the Northern Immortal Sea, our Beihan Sect becoming the top sect in the northern region is just around the corner." A rare flicker of enthusiasm appeared in Han Qianli's eyes as he looked at the abbots and elders of the various peaks.

The Beihan Sect members' eyes all showed a glimmer of hope, and a hint of anticipation flashed across Bai Yifeng's cold and proud face.

The Beihan Sect, one of the three major sects, was initially the strongest. However, a thousand years ago, two high-ranking Ling Sheng elders of the Beihan Sect failed to break through to the Hún realm and died of old age, greatly weakening the Beihan Sect. Since then, it had never recovered, always being suppressed by the Tianhuang Sect and sometimes even falling behind the Jiangxue Pavilion.

Therefore, everyone in the Beihan Sect, from top to bottom, wanted to reclaim the position of the top sect in the northern region.

At this moment, Han Qianli glanced at Amu and then turned to the abbots and elders, saying, "That day should not be too far off. I have gathered all of you here today for a reason!"

At this point, everyone knew it must be related to Amu, and they all turned their attention to him.

Although Amu had just arrived at the Beihan Sect, due to Wang Jue's influence, he did not find the Beihan Sect particularly impressive. Moreover, Han Qianli had shown him considerable favor during the journey, so he did not feel any tension, and his expression remained calm.

However, the Beihan Sect members did not know his background. They saw his calm demeanor as a sign of extraordinary composure, stability, and talent.

Ordinary people's children, when faced with any one of them, would be overwhelmed by their spiritual aura, bowing and scraping, calling them immortals.

Amu's composure was rare, and several elders nodded in approval.

Han Qianli saw everything and understood, but he did not reveal it.

During the journey, Han Qianli had gained a deep understanding of Amu's character. Amu valued gratitude and would never betray someone who had shown him kindness.

Therefore, Han Qianli had already planned everything regarding Amu, otherwise, he would not have arranged such a grand scene.

"Amu, have you met the abbots and elders?" Han Qianli asked Amu.

"Junior Amu, pays respects to the venerable elders!" Amu bowed to the abbots and elders, his expression calm.

Han Qianli then introduced the abbots and the seven elders to Amu.

Mei Wannan, the abbot of Wannan Peak, Bai Yifeng, the abbot of Sunset Peak, and the purple-robed woman, the abbot of Tianzi Peak, Ice Fairy.

Amu also remembered the abbots of Qianyun Cave and Wanling Cave, as well as the other five elders. These were the upper echelons of the Beihan Sect. If Amu wanted to establish himself in the Beihan Sect, he would need to build good relationships with these people, in addition to Han Qianli's protection.

The abbots and elders all nodded at Amu with a smile, except for the Ice Fairy, who remained cold and icy. How could they underestimate someone brought back by the sect leader? Moreover, this fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy had an extraordinary aura and composure.

After the introductions, Han Qianli said loudly:

"Everyone, I have been cultivating in the Beihan Sect since childhood, for over 280 years. A hundred years ago, I was favored by my predecessor and became the sect leader. Although I have not been able to revitalize our sect and have no significant achievements, I have still worked tirelessly and never been negligent. Therefore, I have not taken on any disciples."

Upon hearing this, the abbots and elders all showed a change in expression.

Han Qianli was the most accomplished cultivator in the Beihan Sect, a Ling Sheng initial stage cultivator who could intimidate the entire northern region. Not to mention ordinary disciples, even the abbots and elders often received his guidance. However, Han Qianli had never formally taken on a disciple. The disciples of the main peak were taught by the two elders, Yun and Li. Occasionally, those with exceptional talent were taken as nominal disciples by Han Qianli, such as the purple-robed disciple who had just delivered the message, Tie Yun, who was one of Han Qianli's nominal disciples, a great honor.

Occasionally, the disciples Han Qianli brought up the mountain were entrusted to others as disciples. Han Qianli's high standards were well-known in the Beihan Sect. Not taking anyone up the mountain for seventy years was a clear indication.

Now, bringing Amu up the mountain and gathering everyone, and then mentioning that he had never taken on a disciple, how could they not be surprised? Even the cold and icy Ice Fairy's expression changed slightly.

Amu was also moved. During the journey, Han Qianli had never mentioned this to him. Before entering the mountain, upon learning that Han Qianli was the sect leader, Amu had not thought about this, assuming it was just to bring him up the mountain to cultivate. Now, it seemed that Han Qianli was truly going all out for him.

The promise he made to Wang Jue was not just empty words.

Anticipating everyone's reaction, Han Qianli was not surprised and continued, "Half a month ago, I felt a surge of emotion and went down the mountain. I met Amu and saw that his talent was extraordinary. I wish to take him as my direct disciple. What do you all think?"

"What do you all think?"

When the sect leader asked "What do you all think?" it was just a formality. Who would dare to object to Han Qianli taking on a disciple?

Amu thought there would be a chorus of agreement.

However, when Han Qianli spoke, the Beihan Hall fell into complete silence, a deathly stillness.

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