Chapter 8

Amu followed Wang Jue's gaze at this moment, only to see the vast sky, deep and boundless. As for Wang Jue's softly spoken words, Amu did not quite understand them.

But this night, Amu knew that his fate was about to change.

Just then, Amu suddenly felt a few snowflakes falling from the void, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

It was early autumn, and the moon was bright in the sky. How could it be snowing? How could the weather change so abruptly?

"The person to take you has arrived! The Northern Cold Sect of the Three Great Immortal Sects of the Northern Wasteland," Wang Jue said indifferently.

Amu looked up and saw a middle-aged man in white robes floating in the air, stepping on the moon and coming over.

The man in white had a face like fine jade, a strand of black beard hanging over his chest, clear eyes, and a radiant demeanor, exuding an indescribable elegance and grace.

Most peculiarly, three crystal-clear, snowflake-like objects were flying around the man, their light enveloping him.

"An immortal?" Amu exclaimed. Stepping on the moon and accompanied by snow, how could it not be an immortal?

Although Amu already knew that his master was no ordinary person, this was the first time he had seen a true cultivator flying through the air.

Seeing Amu's astonished expression, Wang Jue said indifferently, "In the Sea Wasteland, cultivators are generally divided into three realms: Cultivation, Spirit, and Soul, which can be further divided into six levels: Initial Cultivation, Fixed Cultivation, Supreme Spirit, Spirit Saint, Soul Cultivation, and Scattered Soul. Those snowflake-like things are merely the unique phenomena of a low-level Spirit Saint cultivator!"

Amu did not know what these three realms and six levels represented, so he could only nod slightly.

However, if the cultivators of the Sea Wasteland heard this, they would probably be so angry that they would spit blood. If a Spirit Saint cultivator with unique phenomena was considered low-level, then there would be no high-level cultivators in the entire Sea Wasteland.

As they spoke, the man in white robes had already landed in the Wang family's backyard, dispersing the snow-like light around him.

Even so, Amu still felt a bone-chilling cold penetrating his body. If it weren't for his ten years of body cultivation and the initial formation of his immortal bone, he would have already been shivering.

When the man in white saw that Amu's expression remained normal, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Then he hurriedly bowed deeply to Wang Jue and respectfully said, "Chill Qianli of the Northern Cold Sect pays respects to the senior!"

Wang Jue glanced at Chill Qianli indifferently and frowned, saying, "Initial stage Spirit Saint? Is this your cultivation speed? The Northern Cold Sect is no longer as powerful as it used to be."

"Uh?" Chill Qianli's face turned red, and he lowered his head, stammering, "This junior is dull, and there are many affairs within the sect, so I have been somewhat lazy. I have disappointed the senior."

Wang Jue did not comment on this, but changed the subject, saying more gently, "It has been thirty years since we last met. You have worked hard!"

Chill Qianli immediately bowed again, his voice filled with alarm, "Senior, your words are too much for this junior. For the matters you instructed, I have made no progress in several decades, truly failing to live up to your trust!"

Wang Jue shook his head and sighed, "That matter is too elusive. It is reasonable that you have made no progress. If you hear anything in the future, just send me a message. Today, I have another matter to entrust to you!"

"Whatever the senior entrusts, this junior will not hesitate to die!" Chill Qianli said.

Wang Jue nodded slightly and said, "The day after tomorrow, I will leave Willow Town and go to the capital of the Northern Kingdom, White City."

"Oh?" Chill Qianli seemed to hesitate for a moment but still asked, "Senior, you have been stationed in Willow Town for several decades without leaving. Why are you going to the Northern Kingdom's White City now?"

"Stillness leads to movement!" Wang Jue smiled bitterly and paused, then continued, "I am just a mortal, and mortals have their own sufferings. The Southern King of the Northern Kingdom has humbly requested a coffin. Since I am a citizen of the Northern Kingdom, I cannot avoid this trip."

Chill Qianli hurriedly said, "Senior, you jest. Senior can surpass immortals; how could a mere Southern King of the Northern Kingdom summon you? If it is inconvenient for you, just nod, and I alone can destroy the Northern Kingdom, even the Great Murong Dynasty that the Northern Kingdom relies on, and our Northern Cold Sect can also destroy it."

Wang Jue did not comment, but smiled faintly, "What a fine mortal surpassing immortals! Your eloquence has improved faster than your cultivation realm."

Chill Qianli couldn't help but chuckle, knowing that getting even a hint of praise from Wang Jue was no easy feat.

Amu listened to their conversation with wide eyes.

Who was this Chill Qianli? In his past life, Amu was also quite arrogant, killing without hesitation, and many people had died at his hands. But compared to Chill Qianli, his former arrogance was like a small fry.

One person destroying the Northern Kingdom? The Southern King of the Northern Kingdom had a million troops and was renowned in the Northern Wasteland. Not to mention, he even said he could destroy the Great Murong Dynasty. In Amu's memory, the Northern Kingdom was a vassal state of the Great Murong Dynasty, but even the Northern Kingdom was extremely powerful. Let alone the Great Murong Dynasty, which ruled nearly a third of the Northern Wasteland continent. It was said that the Great Murong Dynasty was an immortal dynasty protected by cultivators.

This was almost madness, but Chill Qianli said it as if it were a casual conversation, with a very natural expression. Wang Jue also did not seem surprised, which left Amu even more stunned.

At this moment, Wang Jue said, "There's no need to hide it from you. I have a hint of the 'Ghost Coffin's' whereabouts, though I don't know if it's true. I just need to verify it!"

Wang Jue's tone was calm, but when Chill Qianli heard the words 'Ghost Coffin,' his body clearly trembled, and he was speechless for a while.

After a long time,

"It was this junior's impertinence!" Chill Qianli wiped his forehead and said these words stiffly.

"No problem!" Wang Jue looked at Chill Qian intently. Although Wang Jue's eyes were almost dull, they still made Chill Qian lower his head and not dare to look directly.

Amu was secretly surprised, recalling his master's earlier instructions about the magic coffin. "Magic Coffin" and "Ghost Coffin" were likely part of the Nine Coffins. It seemed that the matter was not ordinary, otherwise, it would not make a figure like Chill Qian, who could fly and traverse the sky, deeply wary.

"These past decades, you have worked hard, and I have kept it in mind!" Wang Jue said to Chill Qian.

"I dare not! Senior has given me a second life. Even if you take my life, it would be justified. What I have done is far from repaying your kindness!" Chill Qian said sincerely.

Wang Jue nodded again and then explained the reason for calling Chill Qian.

"Tonight, I want you to take someone to the Northern Cold Sect for cultivation!"

"Oh? Who is it?" Chill Qian was somewhat surprised.

"My disciple, Amu!" Wang Jue said, pointing to Amu.

Amu bowed to Chill Qian and said, "Greetings, Senior Chill!"

Chill Qian was taken aback, bowed to Amu, mostly out of respect for Wang Jue. Otherwise, why would Chill Qian bow to a mortal? Then he turned to Wang Jue and said, "Your disciple, Amu?"

"Is there a problem? Can't I have a disciple?" Wang Jue smiled strangely.

"Uh? Of course not. I just think that this young Amu must have great fortune to receive your favor," Chill Qian sighed slightly, seemingly envious of Amu.

"I am just a mortal. What can I teach him? Just some coffin-making skills. I am going to the Northern Kingdom's White City, and I don't know when I will return. I want Amu to join your Northern Cold Sect for cultivation. What do you think?"

"Join the Northern Cold Sect?" The man in white hesitated for a moment, "If the senior's disciple joins our sect, wouldn't it be a disgrace to his status?"

"Ha ha!" Wang Jue laughed, "Amu is just a mortal now. Letting him join your Northern Cold Sect is just to guide him into the path of cultivation. He is a child I found in the snow and raised for over a decade, learning some coffin-making skills. He knows nothing else. You don't need to worry about anything. Treat him as a regular disciple in your Northern Cold Sect! It can also be considered a bond between me and your Northern Cold Sect and my disciple. I believe your Northern Cold Sect will not lose out."

Chill Qian listened and hurriedly bowed, saying excitedly, "If so, thank you, Senior!"

Only Chill Qian knew what it meant to be Wang Jue's disciple, and it was no wonder he was so excited.

"When will you take Amu back to the mountain? Do you have any other instructions, Senior?" Chill Qian asked.

"Leave soon. If one day I don't send you a message, then only let him leave the mountain when he surpasses you. Do you understand?" Wang Jue looked at Chill Qian and said.

"Surpass me?" Chill Qian was taken aback, thinking to himself that he was a Supreme Spirit cultivator, and in the Northern Wasteland, he was an absolute expert.

"How can the person I see not surpass you?" Wang Jue said with a smile that was not quite a smile.

Chill Qian laughed bitterly, "The person recommended by the senior, how could they not surpass me? I am just a bit curious, why must he surpass me to leave the mountain?"

"If he can't even surpass a low-level cultivator like you, how can he walk the world of the Sea Wasteland?"

"..." Chill Qian was speechless.

If the cultivators of the Sea Wasteland heard Wang Jue's words, they would probably be so angry that they would reincarnate without even needing to bleed.

A low-level Spirit Saint is a low-level cultivator. How could Initial Cultivation, Fixed Cultivation, and Supreme Spirit cultivators feel? According to this logic, they would be even less than mortal children. That's a low-level Spirit Saint!

"Senior, rest assured!" After a while, Chill Qian said with a bitter smile.

Wang Jue nodded slightly. Although he sometimes spoke coldly to Chill Qian, if he did not trust Chill Qian, he would not have called him.

At this moment, Wang Jue looked at Amu again and patted his shoulder, saying, "Amu, go with him."

"Master?" Amu called out, not expecting to leave immediately, "Master, what about Yu'er?"

Everything tonight was too sudden, and Amu was overwhelmed. Only now did he think of Yu'er.

"Yu'er will be with me! You don't need to ask!" Wang Jue seemed unwilling to say more about Yu'er and waved his hand at Amu.

"Take him away!" Wang Jue said to Chill Qian.

Chill Qian nodded and then bowed deeply to Wang Jue.

Amu knew that his master's decision could never be changed, so he knelt on the ground respectfully. Twelve years of memories flashed before his eyes, and tears welled up in his eyes.

After kowtowing three times to Wang Jue, Amu looked at Yu'er's room. He really wanted to see Yu'er again. Wang Jue and Yu'er were the only two people he had in this world, but he knew his master would not allow it.

"Everything happens for a reason! The path of cultivation is endless. Remember, the day you achieve success is the day we will meet again."

These were Wang Jue's last words to Amu as he rose into the air with Chill Qian.

"Amu is here, the Northern Cold Sect is here! If anything happens to Amu, the Northern Cold Sect's thousands of years of tradition will disappear from the Sea Wasteland!" This was the last faint words Wang Jue said to Chill Qian.

Accompanied by the three snowflake-like objects, Chill Qian and Amu gradually disappeared into the moonlit night.

Wang Jue stood alone in the Wang family's courtyard, hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, showing no emotion.

At some point, a red-clad girl quietly stood behind Wang Jue, her deep eyes glistening with tears.

"Can you still see him?" Wang Jue suddenly asked.

"Yes!" Yu'er nodded, her eyes glowing with a strange, pale purple light, different from usual.

"Does Brother really have to go?"

"He must go! The journey to the Northern Kingdom is extremely dangerous. The birth of a Nine Yin Body and the reappearance of the Ghost Coffin in the Sea Wasteland, either one can stir the entire Sea Wasteland world. A great calamity is coming, and leaving Amu in the Northern Cold Sect is the best choice," Wang Jue said slowly.

"However, if everything goes well and we can truly subdue the Ghost Coffin, the day we meet Amu again will not be far," Wang Jue added, seemingly to comfort Yu'er.

Hearing Wang Jue's words, Yu'er remained silent, fiddling with a string of prayer beads in her hand, which Amu had made for her on her twelfth birthday.

"Don't look anymore, or you'll hurt your eyes, and I won't be able to help!" Wang Jue said helplessly.

"Just a little longer!" The beautiful face, with tears on her cheeks, Yu'er's eyes glowed with a strange light, her lower lip trembling as she gazed at the moon.

"Brother, wait for me."

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