Chapter 46

Ning Sun fell off the Yun Cliff, and it was acceptable to injure fifteen elite Northern Cold cultivators just to ensure Amu's safety. This price was truly too high.

But Tie Yun only thought about it in his heart. Mei Wangnan and Bing Xianzi did not raise any objections, so he naturally would not speak up.

Moreover, Han Qianli and three others came together, so they likely had already made a decision beforehand.

Tie Yun stepped aside. With the sect leader personally present, his burden was instantly relieved.

As soon as Han Qianli arrived, the atmosphere at Yun Cliff became even more solemn, and for a moment, there was complete silence. Zhao Xian, Li Tong, and the like did not dare to speak, not even daring to lift their heads, only muttering in their hearts.

Han Qianli gazed at the No. 1 cave, his expression showing no joy or sorrow. Gradually, three crystal-clear, snowflake-like objects around Han Qianli began to fly up and down, emitting a radiant light that enveloped him.

"Divine Sage's Unique Phenomenon!" "Snow Blade!"

The cultivators who recognized Han Qianli's unique phenomenon were at least at Tie Yun's level in Northern Cold, and their faces could not help but change slightly.

Han Qianli was the only Divine Sage cultivator in Northern Cold, and this unique phenomenon was a distinctive feature of Divine Sage cultivators at the initial stage and above.

This phenomenon was not visible when not using spiritual energy, but once the spiritual energy within the body was activated, the phenomenon would appear.

However, Han Qianli's unique phenomenon was different because he had condensed it into his life-bound magical treasure, named Snow Blade.

Although the Snow Blade was only a high-level spiritual treasure, it was no less than a low-level soul treasure, capable of both attack and defense, with endless mysteries. It was Han Qianli's most prized magical treasure, which he would not easily display.

At this moment, the disciples at Yun Cliff were broadening their horizons, witnessing the might of a Divine Sage and the full display of the unique phenomenon for the first time.

Even the initial-stage cultivators involuntarily retreated nearly a hundred zhang, and the stabilization-stage cultivators also retreated several dozen zhang.

Around Han Qianli, there were only the three peak elders of the Spirit Realm, Tie Yun, and two other stabilization-stage cultivators, making a total of seven people.

The vast Yun Cliff was completely silent, the silence almost terrifying.

Time was still passing, and an hour was about to pass. Han Qianli's eyes narrowed slightly, and the Snow Blade seemed to dance even faster.

Mei Wangnan and Bing Xianzi were watching the No. 1 cave and the stabilization-stage No. 1 cave, respectively, ready to use secret methods to notify Mei Lingfeng and Han Bingyi inside.

Unlike Amu, stabilization-stage cultivators in seclusion could communicate using secret methods, but they would not easily disturb them.

An hour was almost up, and nine days and nine nights had passed. This last hour was the limit of Han Qianli's patience.

The sun set, and at this moment, everyone at Yun Cliff felt the cold intensify. It turned out that cold mist was spreading from Han Qianli.

All the Northern Cold disciples held their breath. Was the sect leader, the supreme expert at the initial Divine Sage stage, about to take action?

Subconsciously, almost all the Northern Cold disciples wanted to see the demeanor of an initial Divine Sage cultivator.

The initial Divine Sage stage was renowned in the Northern Wasteland, said to have the power to move mountains and fill seas, but these Northern Cold disciples had never seen Han Qianli take action. There were too few opponents worthy of Han Qianli's attention.

For realm cultivators, Divine Sage cultivators were god-like beings.

The air seemed to freeze, the tense atmosphere almost making people dizzy. Everyone was waiting for Han Qianli's order.

Then, fifteen stabilization-stage cultivators emerged from seclusion, and the four Spirit Realm cultivators displayed their divine might.

But at this critical moment, the restriction at the entrance of the No. 1 cave suddenly lit up, and a black light flashed. A figure shot out, swaying slightly.

"Amu!" Those who recognized Amu almost shouted in unison.

That figure was Amu, riding the Heavenly Mystic Flying Disc out of the cave.

"Amu—" Han Qianli's face showed joy, the cold mist in the sky dissipated, and he rushed toward Amu.

"Uh?" Amu was still wearing the initial-stage white robe, but a black light flashed in his eyes, and his expression was quite weary.

"Amu, are you okay? Nine days and nine nights, the Immortal Root—" Han Qianli asked Amu halfway through his sentence, but his divine sense swept over Amu, and his face instantly changed.

Mei Wangnan, Bai Yifeng, and others, who followed closely behind Han Qianli, also swept their divine senses over Amu, and their faces changed dramatically.

Amu naturally saw everyone's expressions, his face turning slightly pale, and he said in a deep voice, "Amu has failed to meet everyone's expectations. The cultivation of the Immortal Root has failed!"

"The cultivation of the Immortal Root has failed!"

"Failed!"

Amu's words, though not loud, were like a bolt of lightning in a clear sky, making the Northern Cold disciples' minds buzz, and like a black whirlwind sweeping over Northern Cold.

Almost everyone thought they had heard wrong.

How could this be? From the top to the bottom of Northern Cold, from Han Qianli to the young cultivators, no one had ever thought that Amu would fail to cultivate the Immortal Root.

From the moment Amu first arrived at Northern Cold, refusing to become Han Qianli's direct disciple, to his rapid advancement to the third stage of initial cultivation, his retreat of a stabilization-stage cultivator, his easy entry into the No. 1 cave at Yun Cliff, his defeat of a ninth-stage initial cultivator, and his achievement of stabilization-stage mastery in three months, Amu had brought too many surprises to Northern Cold. He was almost universally recognized as a once-in-a-millennium prodigy.

How could such an Amu fail to cultivate the root?

"Impossible!" Li Shui was the first to disbelieve from a distance.

"Yes, impossible!" Some Northern Cold disciples who admired Amu also said.

"Right, impossible!" The voices of doubt grew louder, merging into waves.

Amu listened to these voices, smiled bitterly, and then bowed to the surroundings, saying, "I have disappointed everyone. I, Amu, indeed failed to cultivate the Immortal Root! This is not a lie!"

The high-level cultivators, including Han Qianli, swept their divine senses over Amu and knew that his Immortal Root had not formed, as there was no trace of cultivation energy. Not only that, the sense of abundant spiritual energy that could usually be felt on Amu had almost disappeared, becoming negligible.

Nine days and nine nights, had his cultivation been reduced by the No. 1 cave? But Amu was originally a mortal.

Northern Cold, one of the three major immortal sects in the Northern Wasteland, had mobilized a large number of people to guard for nine days and nine nights, and this was the result. Almost everyone, except Han Qianli, felt extremely displeased, even Tie Yun frowned.

This was almost a joke. Mobilizing two elders and over a dozen stabilization-stage cultivators to set up the Mystic Cold Array, Tie Yun carrying a Nine Nether Soul Pursuing Pill, the sect leader and the three peak elders personally present to prepare for the early release of all stabilization-stage cultivators in seclusion, all this was to prevent any mishap to this once-in-a-millennium prodigy of Northern Cold.

Unexpectedly, Amu emerged from seclusion unharmed, but the result was a failure in cultivating the root.

Even passersby found this result hard to accept, let alone the disciples who had been busy for seven or eight days and nights.

"Heh heh! A thousand-year genius, and he failed to cultivate the root! What a joke, what a joke!" At this moment, Zhao Xian was the first to mutter softly.

But this voice was like a fuse, instantly triggering a chain reaction.

"Indeed, what's going on? We waited for several days, and this is just a joke?"

"Rubbish genius!"

"I said he couldn't do it. He just relies on magical treasures. See? He can't even cultivate the Immortal Root. Isn't he just like Li Shui, the waste?"

"Haha!"

For a moment, malicious voices arose.

The most venomous thing in the world is the human mouth. With someone fanning the flames, others would follow. At this moment, the Northern Cold leaders seemed to have no intention of stopping these disciples.

"Let's go! I still need to cultivate to reach the fifth stage of initial cultivation!"

"Right! Let's go. I need to stabilize my fourth-stage cultivation. I wasted four or five days for nothing! Watching a waste emerge from seclusion."

Blue-robed figures and a few purple-robed figures, each riding the wind or flying with their swords, dispersed like the wind.

Even the white-robed young cultivators shook their heads.

In the distance, only Li Shui remained, gazing at Amu from afar, his face pale but his expression resolute, with no intention of leaving.

Amu's face was slightly pale, watching the dispersing crowd, and his eyes finally landed on Zhao Xian, a faint black light flashing in them.

"Amu, it's fine! There's still a chance!" Han Qianli forced a smile at Amu, then waved his hand and said to the three peak elders, Yun Li, and the stabilization-stage cultivators who had not dared to leave, "Everyone, you may disperse!"

The latter part of Han Qianli's words was said in a calm voice, but the disappointment could still be heard.

These people were already feeling stifled, somewhat dissatisfied with Amu, but they did not dare to show it on their faces in front of Han Qianli. Hearing these words, they naturally bowed and retreated, flying away.

Among the three peak elders, Bai Yifeng had the highest hopes for Amu, otherwise, he would not have given the Heavenly Mystic Flying Disc, a supreme treasure, to Amu. But at this moment, he was also quite disappointed and could not help but shake his head. The first failure in cultivating the root meant a bleak future for Amu's path to immortality.

Thus, these three also took their leave.

Finally, only Tie Yun remained. Han Qianli said to Tie Yun, "Tie Yun, you may go. I have some words to say to Amu!"

Tie Yun nodded, looked at Amu, then took out the Nine Nether Soul Pursuing Pill from his chest and handed it to Han Qianli, sighed deeply, not hiding his deep disappointment, and rode the wind away.