Chapter 3

The immortal naturally saw him, and with a flick of his finger, the prison cart broke apart.

Even though he was still severely injured and weak, Wu Yu stumbled out of the prison cart, determined to crawl to the immortal, no matter what. He kowtowed heavily and used all his strength to say, "Immortal, Supreme Immortal! My name is Wu Yu, the crown prince of the Wu Kingdom in the East. I was framed and have fallen to this state. I beg you, Supreme Immortal, to take me as your disciple!"

He raised his head and saw the Supreme Immortal looking at him silently, without joy or sorrow.

"I will dedicate my entire life to repay your kindness if you take me as your disciple!"

Facing such a great calamity, the murder of his father, his own downfall, and the suffering of the innocent people of Wu, this was the lowest point of Wu Yu's life. If this immortal were to save him, Wu Yu would repay him with his life.

He had always been a person who repaid kindness and avenged wrongs.

"Master! Disciple Wu Yu, I swear to respect and honor my master for life and to repay your immortal kindness."

He knew that if he missed this opportunity, he would likely never have another chance.

Surely, the immortal must have been impressed by his attitude at this moment.

"You have a good foundation and can enter the immortal sect, but you have been poisoned with Soul-Breaking Powder, and there is no hope for you to cultivate in this life. I cannot take you as my disciple. To be my disciple at the Snowy Cliff, you must have talent surpassing ten thousand people." The immortal said coldly.

Wu Yu felt as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning.

He should have expected this.

However, he was not a person who gave up easily.

"Immortal, if you are willing to let me stay by your side, I will do anything, even if it means working like a beast of burden!" Wu Yu said, his will already fading.

Soul-Breaking Powder truly breaks the soul.

"Your Soul-Breaking Powder, but the affairs of mortals are not something the Snowy Cliff wants to meddle in. Fine, I will let you go to my immortal sect and serve as a servant for 'Yan Li'."

In a daze, Wu Yu felt as if he was riding the clouds and flying.

That must be a skill even the Supreme Immortal of the Heavens does not possess!

"Success." Wu Yu smiled even in his unconscious state.

...

"Crack, crack!"

This was the sound of burning firewood, getting louder and louder.

"Supreme Immortal of the Heavens! Xi Fei, you wretch!"

With a loud crack, Wu Yu, drenched in sweat, sat up from a wooden bed, his eyes wide open.

"It was just a dream."

Now, thinking back, his survival must have been because he followed the immortal back to the immortal sect.

Wu Yu looked around; he was in a simple wooden house, but it was very clean, with a tea table, chairs, a wardrobe, and other furnishings. A fire burned in the middle, bringing a bit of warmth to Wu Yu in the cold winter.

Taking a deep breath, even though his body was still weak, Wu Yu felt very comfortable. He noticed that the air here had something extraordinary, nourishing his heart.

"As expected, this is spiritual energy. In the mortal world, there is absolutely no such dense spiritual energy. If I had cultivated here from a young age, I would have certainly reached the Seventh Heaven of Martial Arts, or even the Eighth Heaven."

He was delighted; this must be the immortal sect. However, he was mature enough to know that with the Soul-Breaking Powder, there was no hope for cultivation. He remembered the immortal saying that he would be a servant, serving 'Yan Li'.

A servant's duties would likely include raising beasts, cleaning, chopping wood, and watering flowers.

"Tap, tap!"

Footsteps came from outside, and with a creak, the wooden door of the house was gently pushed open. Wu Yu looked up and saw a hunched old man, small in stature, a head shorter than Wu Yu, with silver hair, a face full of wrinkles, and somewhat cloudy eyes, but a very stern expression, seemingly not fond of Wu Yu.

"You're awake. Get up quickly, get dressed, and start working." The old man was very strict, his cloudy eyes staring at Wu Yu, making Wu Yu feel uneasy.

Wu Yu observed him and noticed that the old man had a red string around his neck, with something attached. It was a two-inch-long iron rod, with golden ends, possibly made of gold, and a black middle, like black iron.

"This is the immortal sect. Since you're here, you'll be stuck here for life. To survive here, you must know the rules of the immortal sect. They've assigned you to me, so you must work hard, speak little, follow the rules, and cause me no trouble." The old man threw a set of dark blue clothes onto Wu Yu and then went into the adjacent room, doing something.

Hearing this, Wu Yu understood that the immortal must have assigned him to 'Yan Li', and he was placed under this old man to work.

"Does this old man not like me?" Wu Yu quickly got up and dressed. The effects of the Soul-Breaking Powder had passed, and he was more clear-headed, but his damaged body was like a withered tree, full of wounds.

After a while, the old man came out of the side room, carrying a bowl of steaming soup, and handed it to Wu Yu, saying coldly, "Drink it."

Wu Yu, born in the imperial palace, could tell at a glance that this was a precious ginseng soup, which could only be made with a well-aged ginseng. Since there were only two of them here, it was clearly the old man who had made it for him. This suggested that the old man was cold on the outside but warm on the inside and did not dislike him.

"Thank you, old sir. My name is Wu Yu. How should I address you?" Since he was here, Wu Yu had a strong desire to see this legendary immortal sect.

"My name is Sun Wudao." The old man urged him to hurry.

"Old Sun." Wu Yu quickly drank the ginseng soup, feeling refreshed and somewhat replenished. The significant loss he had suffered was being restored, surely due to the immortal sect's spiritual medicines.

"Follow me!"

At this moment, Sun Wudao had already opened the door and stepped out. Wu Yu quickly followed, as the old man had taken care of him and he naturally had to follow his instructions.

Wu Yu stepped out of the wooden house and looked around, immediately stunned. It was winter, and the mountains should have been covered in snow, but what he saw was countless green forests and endless peaks, shrouded in immortal mist! In the mist, magnificent and grand palaces, far surpassing those of the Wu Kingdom, appeared, countless in number.

This was truly a paradise on earth!

Just as Wu Yu had imagined, this was what the Heavenly Palace should look like.

Wu Yu was now on the waist of a tall, emerald-green mountain. Several green stone paths extended to the summit and the base. Sun Wudao was walking on a path leading to the base, and Wu Yu followed, stepping on the moss-covered green stones, feeling the spiritual energy in the air, as if he had entered the Heavenly Palace, transcending the secular world.

"Paradise!" Wu Yu was excited upon his first arrival.

Sun Wudao walked quickly ahead and said, "Before we go to the 'Immortal Beast Garden,' I will introduce you once. Our immortal sect is a place for cultivators, but it is a bit special because many of our techniques are related to swords, so we are called sword cultivators. Our immortal sect is very powerful and is named the 'Heavenly Sword Sect'!"

Heavenly, reaching the heavens! Indeed, powerful. The name alone exuded a formidable aura, making Wu Yu think of the golden sword of the sect leader. The sword's aura truly reached the heavens.

"The Heavenly Sword Sect dominates several countries, with its headquarters in the 'Green Wave Mountains,' where the spiritual energy is the densest. The entire Green Wave Mountains are as large as half a country, with countless cultivators practicing here, aspiring to become true immortals!"

"Mortals are not allowed to enter the Green Wave Mountains. To the mortals of the several countries, the Green Wave Mountains are the Heavenly Palace! And you are now in the Green Wave Mountains, on a peak called 'Yan Li Peak.'"

Sun Wudao's words excited Wu Yu. He realized that a true immortal sect was like this.

Sun Wudao continued, "You need to know that the Heavenly Sword Sect is very large. The supreme leader is the sect leader, the one you saw, who is rarely seen, the most powerful 'Golden Core Immortal' in legend! He is almost an immortal! Then there are many elders and senior cultivators."

So, the one who saved him was the supreme leader of this place.

"Besides, there are many disciples. Among them, the most prestigious are the 'core disciples.' Apart from the core disciples, there are 'outer disciples.' The number of outer disciples is a hundred times that of core disciples."

"Actually, the most numerous on the Green Wave Mountains are us, the servants. Cultivators are busy with cultivation, and we are responsible for taking care of their daily needs, feeding spiritual beasts, planting immortal herbs, and cleaning the palaces. A 'core disciple' has at least a hundred servants, and an 'outer disciple' has ten servants."

Wu Yu was very grateful to Sun Wudao. Not only did he take care of him, but he also opened up the true world of immortality for him!

"Remember!" At this moment, Sun Wudao turned back and said, emphasizing each word, "As a servant disciple, we must know the most important rule: we must never offend an immortal! Not even an outer disciple, or you will bring disaster upon yourself and me. This must be etched in your heart!"

Wu Yu, born in the imperial palace, knew how to position himself. In the Heavenly Sword Sect, he was at the very bottom. His position was the opposite of what it was in the Wu Kingdom.

"Don't lose heart. There is hope for servant disciples. Most servants are children with barely acceptable talent, found by the immortal sect in the mortal world. I was also like this when I came here. Here, you can sense cultivation and have the opportunity to practice some techniques. If your talent is truly outstanding, you need to reach the Sixth Level of the 'Mortal Body Tempering Realm' before the age of fifteen and pass some exams to become a true disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, with the possibility of becoming an immortal! I was just one step away from entering the immortal sect and becoming an immortal!"

Sun Wudao seemed very regretful about not entering the immortal sect. His face was heavy, as if he was recalling the past.

Wu Yu, however, remembered one thing: if he could reach the Sixth Level of the 'Mortal Body Tempering Realm' before the age of fifteen, he could enter the immortal sect...

Fifteen years old, fifteen years old!

He was fifteen, and in two months, he would be sixteen, forever missing the chance.

"Unfortunately, I am crippled!"

Wu Yu clenched his fists. Otherwise, he would have fought for this opportunity.

Without becoming an immortal, how could he kill immortals!

"I forgot to mention, the 'Mortal Body Tempering Realm' is what you mortals call the Ten Levels of Martial Arts. The Sixth Level is the Sixth Level of Martial Arts."

If Wu Yu had not been poisoned with Soul-Breaking Powder, in a few days, he would have been confident of reaching the Sixth Level of Martial Arts!

Unfortunately, very unfortunately!

Following Sun Wudao, he was just one step away from the true immortal sect!

After descending the mountain, they traversed the deep mountains and forests, quickly reaching another peak.

"Up there is where you will work, the Immortal Beast Garden. Follow me."

"Yes!"

"Does the Immortal Beast Garden have immortal beasts?" Wu Yu thought.

Climbing the mountain again, Wu Yu was tired but still excited. After all, the immortal sect had given him a great shock.

After climbing thousands of moss-covered green stone steps, the Immortal Beast Garden was finally in sight. However, at that moment, a sharp, long cry rang out, and a huge creature soared into the sky right in front of Wu Yu!

In the sky, a snow-white giant bird was flying, with wings spanning two zhang (about 6.6 meters), black and white feathers, and red accents. The bird exuded a strong immortal aura, clearly capable of easily tearing apart tigers and leopards. Upon closer inspection, it was the legendary immortal crane.

On the immortal crane sat a girl in a white dress. Wu Yu could only see her back, her black hair flying in the wind, her waist slender, her skin as white as jade. She danced with the immortal crane, truly embodying the ethereal and otherworldly beauty of a celestial maiden, untouched by the mortal world.

"Feeling like the Supreme Immortal of the Heavens!"

This must be an immortal. Even a random immortal gave Wu Yu the feeling of the Supreme Immortal of the Heavens, indicating how powerful and outstanding they were! The Heavenly Sword Sect must have many disciples like this.

Wu Yu deeply understood that the Supreme Immortal of the Heavens was not the ruler of the world. There were many people who could crush him.

He was not an immortal.

At that moment, the girl in the white dress turned her head.

She had a beautiful face, a beauty of the world, but her expression was cold, her eyes like pale butterflies in the darkness, just like the coldness of the Heavenly Dao, which most cultivators embodied.

"Lower your head!" At that moment, Sun Wudao fiercely knocked Wu Yu's head.

"This is the peak master of our Yan Li Peak, Supreme Immortal Su Yan Li! Not only is she a core disciple, but she is also the personal disciple of the sect leader, with a status almost the highest among all disciples. How can you look at her directly!"

"Wu Yu, remember, in the Heavenly Sword Sect, you must lower your head when you encounter any Supreme Immortal!" Sun Wudao looked at him with burning eyes.

"If you don't lower your head, you will die."

The last six words echoed in Wu Yu's ears.

He could see that Sun Wudao was very nervous.

"Turns out, the path of immortality is even more ruthless!"

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