Chapter 47

In the vast expanse of Luoyun Cliff, in the end, only Han Qianli, Amu, and Xiutong Lishui were left staring at each other from afar.

The wind remained, the mountains remained, but Amu felt that everything seemed a bit different.

Han Qianli looked around, said nothing more, and with a wave of his hand, instantly disappeared from Luoyun Cliff with Amu.

At this moment, Lishui stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the spot where Han Qianli and Amu had disappeared, speechless.

Amu, on the other hand, was instantly teleported by Han Qianli into a cold stone chamber. Instant teleportation was a divine ability of Spirit Realm cultivators.

The stone chamber was not large, only about two zhang square, with green rock walls. However, it was filled with cold air, and the walls were slightly frosted, emitting endless coldness that pierced the bones. It was more like an ice cave.

"This is inside the peak of Tongtian, my usual place of cultivation. No one can enter except the Northern Cold Sect Master. Here, all divine senses are blocked, even the few grandmasters of the Northern Cold Sect cannot probe." Han Qianli said to Amu with a pointed meaning.

Although the ice cave was bone-chillingly cold, Han Qianli noticed that Amu showed no signs of cold, which further confirmed his suspicions.

One must know that this stone chamber, known as the Cold Yin Cave, was specifically used by the Northern Cold Sect Master for cultivation. Without the cultivation of a Spirit Saint, one could not stay here.

The cold air was extremely yin, and cultivators below the Spirit Saint level could not endure it. However, Amu remained as usual, indicating that besides his immortal bone, he must have other means of protection.

"Uh? Senior, why did you bring me here?" Amu scanned the ice cave, his tone quite calm.

When he was alone with Han Qianli, Amu still felt that the term "senior" was more intimate.

Han Qianli looked at Amu, sighed slightly, and did not directly answer Amu's question. Instead, he said, "Amu, I didn't expect you to shock the Northern Cold Sect in such a way today!"

Amu, upon hearing this, smiled bitterly and said, "Junior failed to cultivate the immortal root, disappointing the senior!"

"Disappointed?" Han Qianli's smile was profound.

After a while, Han Qianli slowly said, "Amu, I believe that the disciple of Senior Wang Jue is certainly not a waste!"

"Uh?" Han Qianli's sudden words caught Amu off guard. This was also the first time Han Qianli mentioned Wang Jue since Amu joined the Northern Cold Sect.

In fact, from the daily words and actions of the Northern Cold Sect members, Amu had already guessed that perhaps only Han Qianli knew about Wang Jue's existence.

"Being a mortal with an immortal bone, the Northern Cold Ancestor could not bear your great courtesy, easily entering the Heaven-Numbered Demon Cave, killing a Ninth-Rank Initial Cultivator as a mere child cultivator, advancing rapidly, achieving great success in three months, and failing to cultivate the immortal root after nine days and nine nights of seclusion. Amu, have you ever heard of such a miraculous waste?" Han Qianli looked at Amu with a gentle expression.

Amu, upon hearing Han Qianli's words, only smiled faintly and said nothing more.

At this moment, Amu felt a sense of familiarity with Han Qianli, as if many things did not need to be said, and they naturally understood each other.

"Show me the black light you used to kill the Ninth-Rank Initial Cultivator from Youyun Sect!" Han Qianli said straightforwardly.

Amu did not hesitate. On the day he killed the Youyun Sect cultivator, he used the black vine, so it was no longer a secret to Han Qianli.

With a thought, the black vine transformed into a black light, shooting out and then forming a vine shape in Amu's palm.

Amu directly handed it to Han Qianli.

As the black light unfolded, the extremely yin air in the Cold Yin Cave suddenly paused, and Han Qianli's brows furrowed. A mysterious force made his spirit heart, which he had cultivated for a hundred years, tremble.

"What treasure is this? I am a Spirit Saint cultivator with my own spirit heart, and even facing legendary immortal treasures, I should not have such a feeling?"

Han Qianli thought, and then reached out to take the vine from Amu.

However, just as Han Qianli was about to touch the vine, the black vine suddenly transformed into a black light again, like a black lightning bolt, flying up and circling around Amu, drawing black patterns in the air.

"Choosing its master on its own? But this black vine is certainly not a soul treasure of a cultivator."

Han Qianli was greatly alarmed. It was clear that the black vine had its own spirit and did not want Han Qianli to touch it.

At the same time, this aroused Han Qianli's interest. He flicked his right middle finger, and a stream of spiritual energy transformed into a white light as bright as a star, heading straight for the black vine.

Don't be fooled by Han Qianli's casual flick; it was actually a Spirit Saint-level technique. Such an attack would be difficult for even a Spirit Saint cultivator to dodge.

The white light was as fast as lightning, reaching instantly. Han Qianli truly did not believe that a Spirit Saint cultivator could not obtain a treasure without a master.

Amu, at this moment, did not expect the black vine to refuse to let Han Qianli touch it and was also curious, so he naturally did not control it secretly.

As the white light approached, the black vine did not dodge but only trembled slightly, then suddenly shot up to meet the white light.

"Snap—" A crisp sound rang out, and Han Qianli's white light was actually scattered by the black vine. The black vine then hovered in front of Amu, pointing at Han Qianli, its black light flickering with a killing intent.

"Uh?" Han Qianli was stunned. "It looks like this black vine is protecting Amu. If I force my hand, I will likely be attacked."

Amu, seeing this, felt a bit awkward and tried to control the black vine with his thoughts, but the black vine did not budge at all.

Besides Wang Jue and Amu, the black vine would not let anyone else touch it. It seemed that Amu had underestimated the power of the black vine.

This was definitely a treasure with its own spirit, capable of protecting its master on its own. The things given by Master Wang Jue were absolutely unimaginable.

Seeming to understand Amu's efforts, Han Qianli was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Amu, there's no need. This treasure is so spiritual, it's certainly not an ordinary thing. Unfortunately, I can't identify its origin, but it must be at least a legendary immortal treasure. I believe this is a life-saving item given to you by Senior Wang Jue, right?"

Amu nodded. At this moment, there was no need to deny anything or say more. Amu was not foolish enough to mention the magic coffin, as the matter of the nine coffins was far beyond what he could imagine.

Han Qianli nodded, signaling Amu to put away the black vine. Even a soul-level cultivator would be tempted by such a treasure, but Han Qianli had no covetous thoughts, or rather, he did not dare to have any.

Han Qianli absolutely dared not touch anything belonging to Wang Jue.

"Amu, I brought you here to tell you one more thing!" Han Qianli did not ask Amu any more questions.

Many things did not need to be asked.

"What is it?" Amu put away the black vine.

"The Northern Kingdom has fallen!" Han Qianli said slowly.

"What?" Amu was shocked.

Three months ago, when Amu came to the Northern Cold Sect, Wang Jue and Yuer went to the capital of the Northern Kingdom to make a coffin. In just three months, how could the Northern Kingdom, with its strong army and a million troops, suddenly fall?

"How did the Northern Kingdom fall in just three months? Is there any news of my master and Yuer?" Amu asked anxiously.

"Three months?" Han Qianli smiled bitterly. "The Northern Kingdom fell in just one night, and that was a month ago. I just didn't tell you."

"In one night?" Amu was greatly alarmed.