Chapter 49

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As the first light of dawn appeared, Amu and Lishui woke up one after another. They had been thoroughly drunk last night, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

After washing their faces with mountain spring water, they felt refreshed and clear-headed. Both brothers felt as if they had just had a big dream, and everything from yesterday seemed somewhat unreal.

"Amu, are you going to practice at Luoyun Cliff today? Do you need a few days of rest before you go?" Lishui asked.

"No need! Senior Brother Lishui, I will be in seclusion for a few days. You don't need to worry. When I come back, I will find you," Amu replied.

"Seclusion? Amu, many things don't need to be forced!" Lishui said seriously.

Amu understood Lishui's concern and smiled at him. "I understand, Senior Brother Lishui. Trust me!"

Seeing Amu's determination, Lishui didn't say anything more but nodded.

Amu raised his hand, and the Heavenly玄飞碟 (Heavenly玄 Flying Disc) was summoned. He stepped onto it and headed towards Luoyun Cliff.

Lishui watched Amu's back and sighed deeply, his brows furrowed.

No one understood better than Lishui what the failure of the first root cultivation meant. Root cultivation was a talent, not something that could be achieved through hard work. If the first attempt failed, the possibility of successfully cultivating a仙根 (Xian root) in the second attempt was extremely low.

For thirteen years, Lishui had failed nine times in root cultivation. The pain of it was something only he could truly understand.

Therefore, although Lishui didn't say much, he was deeply worried about Amu. However, Lishui still believed that Amu could create a miracle.

At this moment, Amu was heading to Luoyun Cliff. Along the way, he encountered many Northern Cold disciples riding the wind and controlling their swords, seemingly no different from usual. However, soon, these people made Amu feel different from before.

In the past, these disciples had always been热情 (enthusiastic) and respectful towards Amu. But today, their gazes towards Amu had changed greatly. Many of the disciples who used to greet Amu warmly now ignored him, treating him coldly and indifferently, as if he were a stranger, let alone showing respect.

The scene of Amu coming out of seclusion yesterday had already spread throughout the entire Northern Cold Eight Tribes.

This time, Amu had shocked the Northern Cold Sect to an unprecedented degree. After nine days and nine nights of seclusion, the Northern Cold Sect had mobilized a large number of experts to protect him as he came out of seclusion, but in the end, they welcomed a waste of a person who couldn't cultivate a仙根 (Xian root).

Amu's image as a prodigy in the Northern Cold Sect had instantly collapsed, transforming from a genius to a waste. Many disciples even suspected that the so-called assassination of a初修九阶 (Chuxiu Ninth Rank) was a deliberate move to build momentum for Amu, to make him the direct disciple of the sect leader and gain benefits.

Some laughed coldly, some showed disdain, and some, like Zhao Xian and Li Tong, almost celebrated all night.

The warmth of human relationships and the coldness of the world. Now, in the eyes of those who had successfully cultivated a仙根 (Xian root), Amu was worth nothing.

How could Amu not understand this? But in Amu's eyes, all of this was like a passing cloud, and he secretly sneered. I will make you understand that I, Amu, am not a waste. In the future, I will see your fawning faces!

Therefore, Amu paid no attention to all of this and ignored those disciples, heading straight for Luoyun Cliff.

At this moment, Luoyun Cliff was also filled with blue figures, as the Chuxiu disciples who had not practiced normally due to Amu's affairs had started to re-enter their caves. Some of them had already seen Amu.

"Why is he still coming to practice?"

"Right! Although theoretically, he can try again, I've never heard of anyone succeeding. This isn't like advancing in cultivation, where you can try multiple times."

"He's just not cut out for cultivation! Does he think he can defy the heavens?"

"What a waste of the Heavenly Numbered Cave! A waste practicing what?"

"That Heavenly玄飞碟 (Heavenly玄 Flying Disc) is really nice, but what a waste of Chief Bai's intentions!"

"Rubbish, isn't the Heart-Stabilizing Jade even more of a waste?"

"Didn't he hand over the Heavenly Numbered Cave's talisman? Is he just hanging around?"

These Chuxiu disciples were the elite of Northern Cold, usually superior to others. In the past, Amu's special status and frequent miracles made them naturally close to him, and many of them tried to befriend him.

However, after yesterday's incident, it was clear that Amu would never become the sect leader's direct disciple. Han Qianli would never take a disciple without a仙根 (Xian root).

And the so-called second attempt at root cultivation was just a fantasy. Therefore, many believed that Amu would immediately hand over the Heavenly Numbered Cave's talisman and disappear, just like those who couldn't cultivate a仙根 (Xian root) in the past, either becoming laborers or leaving the mountain.

Some disciples were even considering applying to challenge the Heavenly Numbered Cave to see if they could get lucky.

With such thoughts, how could these Chuxiu elites speak kindly or considerately?

Amu naturally heard all of this clearly, but he only gave them a cold glance and didn't say much. Among them were Feng Tian, He Shaoqing, and Han Yucheng, who had often given him gifts and treated him well.

Although these three didn't mock Amu like the others, the warmth in their gazes towards him was long gone.

He Shaoqing and Han Yucheng even turned their faces away, likely feeling embarrassed for having treated Amu with respect in the past. Only Feng Tian, seeing Amu's gaze, felt a bit awkward and bowed to the others. "Alright, everyone, let's stop talking and get back to our cultivation!"

Everyone heard Feng Tian's words and looked at Amu, some laughing coldly, some showing disdain. Although they gave Feng Tian some face and stopped talking, they had no intention of immediately entering their caves to cultivate.

Seeing this, Amu smiled instead. He glanced at He Shaoqing and Han Yucheng, feeling a twinge of pain in his heart.

Amu valued righteousness the most. Although He Shaoqing and the others weren't as close to him as Lishui, Amu still considered them half-brothers. If it were them who failed in root cultivation, Amu would never treat them like this, but he never expected them to treat him this way today.

Hmph! Human hearts? Amu sneered, then bowed to Feng Tian. "Thank you, Senior Brother Feng!"

Hearing this, Feng Tian looked a bit embarrassed but still walked over and sighed. "Amu, go back! If you can't cultivate a仙根 (Xian root), why come here and make everyone laugh at you? The path of cultivation is difficult. Wouldn't it be better to leave the mountain and live as a mortal?"

Amu looked at Feng Tian seriously and said calmly, "Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother Feng! But I have my own plans."

With that, Amu ignored the others and headed straight for the Heavenly Numbered Cave. You can say what you want; that's your business. Amu didn't want to waste his energy and time on these boring people.

But just then, someone in the crowd said sarcastically, "Amu, shouldn't you hand over the Heavenly Numbered Cave's talisman? That first cave of Luoyun Cliff isn't for wastes!"

The tree wants to be still, but the wind won't stop! Amu frowned and turned around.

The one who spoke was none other than the sharp-nosed, monkey-faced Zhao Xian, who had somehow arrived at Luoyun Cliff so early.

"Zhao Xian, were you waiting for me to mock me?" Amu looked at Zhao Xian coldly.

"Mock! Haha, do you deserve it? I just feel a bit heartbroken seeing the best cultivation place in Northern Cold occupied by a waste! Look at these surrounding seniors, each one is outstanding and brilliant. Giving the Heavenly Numbered Cave to them might make them Lingjing or Hunjing cultivators in the future. Why give it to a waste who just occupies the toilet without using it?" Zhao Xian's words were vicious, and his tone was that of a market hawker.

Zhao Xian's reputation was poor, and the Northern Cold elites were ashamed to associate with him. But today, no one contradicted him; instead, they all looked at Amu. Clearly, Zhao Xian's words were what they all thought.

Amu looked at Zhao Xian, and a black light flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared instantly.

"Zhao Xian, even if I am a waste, killing you would be as easy as turning over my hand. Do you believe me?" Amu's gaze turned icy, like two cold daggers piercing into one's soul. Just a warning; Amu had no interest in a Chuxiu First Rank cultivator.

A clown, not worth it!

"Uh!" Amu's gaze made Zhao Xian shudder, his face turning pale.

"What? Amu, are you saying you dare to kill a fellow disciple?" Unexpectedly, Zhao Xian, intimidated by Amu's gaze, didn't say more, but someone beside him couldn't stand it.

Hearing this, Amu raised an eyebrow. Really going to start a fight?

The person who spoke was a Chuxiu Ninth Rank Great Perfection cultivator, which surprised everyone. There were only two such cultivators among the Chuxiu disciples practicing at Luoyun Cliff. This person was a disciple of Elder Li from Tongtian Peak, usually favored on Tongtian Peak, named Yang Feng.

Actually, Yang Feng and Zhao Xian had no particular relationship, but Yang Feng was arrogant and had long been annoyed by Amu. Yang Feng always considered himself the best below the Dingxiu stage. Recently, Amu had been in the limelight, favored by the sect leader, given treasures by the chief, entering the Heavenly Numbered Cave, and killing a Chuxiu Ninth Rank, all of which seemed to steal his thunder.

Seeing him speak, Amu turned his gaze to him and said coldly, "He's not worth me killing. I, Amu, will kill a Chuxiu Ninth Rank Great Perfection!"

The words "kill" and "Chuxiu Ninth Rank Great Perfection" were emphasized heavily.

As soon as these words were spoken, the disciples were in an uproar. A Chuxiu Ninth Rank Great Perfection was virtually invincible below the Dingxiu stage. Moreover, Yang Feng's master, Elder Li from Tongtian Peak, was a Zhi Ling-level cultivator, and his treasures and background were likely formidable. Even ordinary Dingxiu cultivators might be wary of Yang Feng.

But Amu dared to say such words, clearly challenging Yang Feng. Wasn't this reckless?

"Hmm?" Yang Feng also raised an eyebrow, never expecting Amu to openly challenge him. "Amu, do you dare to spar with me?"

Now, by challenging Amu, he was clearly trying to embarrass him. How could a failed root cultivator compare to a Chuxiu Ninth Rank Great Perfection?

"Have the guts to spar!" Zhao Xian shouted loudly.

"Amu, don't talk big, apologize to Senior Brother Yang!" Feng Tian tried to smooth things over.

But Amu sneered. Apart from Wang Jue, Amu had never apologized in this life or the previous one.

However, Amu didn't go straight to Yang Feng. He sneered, ignored Feng Tian, and turned to head for the Heavenly Numbered Cave, his eyes flashing with black light, reflecting Yang Feng's image.

No one expected Amu to act this way after his bold words, feeling disappointed. Everyone thought Amu was afraid, showing disdain and sneering.

But Amu didn't look back, just saying coldly, "You're not even worth sparring with me!" Then, the Heavenly Numbered Cave glowed, and before everyone could react, Amu had entered.

"Ha ha ha!" Many people burst out laughing. Amu's words were impressive, but he was still a coward.

"Waste is still a waste!"

"Runs pretty fast!"

"Turns out to be a coward!" Zhao Xian was the loudest, then bowed to Yang Feng. "Senior Brother Yang is truly wise and brave, scaring that waste into hiding in his cave with just a few words. I admire you! I admire you!"

Yang Feng glanced at Zhao Xian, coldly snorted, and ignored his flattery, instead glaring fiercely at the Heavenly Numbered Cave.

To him, although Amu hadn't fought him, that look and those words were the greatest insult and contempt.

"Amu, you'll regret this in the future!"

Yang Feng was filled with hatred, then ignored the others, stepped forward, and flew into his own Chuxiu Second Numbered Cave.

Yang Feng entered the cave, and the others, seeing no more excitement, chatted a bit or watched. Zhao Xian was ignored by everyone, and they all went back to their caves to cultivate.

But just then, Yang Feng, who had just entered his cave, suddenly rushed out.

"Ah!" Yang Feng's hair was disheveled, his hands clutching his head, his eyes bulging, his face pale, and black-red blood flowed from his nose and mouth, half of his blue robe torn.

"Ha ha ha—Ha ha ha—" Yang Feng laughed maniacally.

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