Chapter 1153: The Tiger Roar Sect’s Eight Hundred Disciples
Although Murong You had no idea why the Icefield Wolves had fled, having narrowly escaped the ordeal, he was in no mood to contemplate the reasons further.
“I probably scared them off. I’ve always had great luck.” Lu Yang claimed the credit. One should leave their name behind when doing a good deed.[1]
Murong You looked at him with surprise. But then again, maybe Little Lu is right. Under normal circumstances, I would have died.
The only deviation now from normal circumstances is indeed Little Lu’s presence.
Besides, Little Lu survived a fall from such a height, which proves that he really is lucky.
“Good, good, good. Then I’ll be counting on your luck from now on."
Murong You knew that the longer one stayed at the Soul-Forgetting Cliff, the more likely one was to run into danger. This time, it was the Icefield Wolves. Next time, it may be the Moonshadow Heavenly Lions, capable of tearing Nascent Soul cultivators apart with their bare claws.
He hurriedly harvested the Worry-Forgetting Grass and led Lu Yang to the prearranged meeting spot.
A rope dropped down from above, let down by his disciples.
“I’ll go up first. Watch how I do it and do the same later,” Murong You instructed. If they both climbed the rope at the same time, any mishap would send them both tumbling down.
Murong You gripped the rope and cautiously climbed up. Lu Yang followed nimbly, his movements even swifter than Murong You’s. Despite his cultivation having dropped to the Foundation Establishment Stage, Lu Yang’s control over his body was on an entirely different level from Murong You’s. Even if he fought his former Foundation Establishment self, he would win effortlessly. This was precisely why high-level cultivators who suppressed their realms could be unbeatable at the same lower realm.
“Shifu, are you alright?” The three disciples at the cliff’s edge were concerned about Murong You.
“I nearly wasn’t.” Only after truly leaving the Soul-Forgetting Cliff did Murong You finally feel at ease.
“Three stalks?!” The three disciples were overjoyed.
“Continue pulling the rope. Someone else is coming up.”
“There’s someone else down there?”
“Sigh, it’s a poor child called Little Lu. He hit his head in the fall.”
When Lu Yang climbed up, he couldn’t help but feel that the three disciples were looking at him with eyes full of pity. Come on, mister, could you not go around telling everyone that there’s something wrong with my head?
Lu Yang swept his gaze over the three disciples—one at the Foundation Establishment Stage and two at the Qi Training Stage.
Murong You led the four of them into Muxue[2] City. A thick layer of ice covered the city walls. According to Murong You, the ice had begun forming the day the city was founded and had never melted in the thousand years since. In the Extreme North, thousand-year ice and ten-thousand-year ice were hardly rare treasures.
The Extreme North was sparsely populated and lacked a unified governing power, with minimal communication between cities. Events that had occurred in the cultivation world were still considered news here.
“What? A half-immortal battle happened at Xitian Temple, and an immortal battle happened at the Demon City?” Murong You was utterly stunned upon overhearing passersby's conversations.
Aren’t Xitian Temple and the Demon City the centers of major factions? Logically speaking, they should be safe. How have they become even more dangerous than Muxue City?
Judging by the state of things, Lu Yang suspected that the people of the Extreme North didn’t even know that he had reached the Void Refinement Stage.
This place is so remote that there probably aren’t even any of Shifu’s enemies here.
Then Lu Yang spotted a bounty poster he had put up for the Taciturn Daoist Priest. It looked like it had been there for quite some years.
“This is...”
Murong You whispered, “I heard the city lord has a grudge against the Taciturn Daoist Priest. I know you admire Lu Yang, but I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that. If the city lord’s people get wind of it, you’re done for!”
Lu Yang pressed a hand to his forehead. Shifu, could you please keep out of trouble for once? How do you even have enemies in the Extreme North?
Can’t you learn from me? I may run around everywhere, but I treat people kindly and don’t make enemies.
“Forget it. I won’t call myself Lu Yang then.”
“What will you call yourself then?”
“Lu Doudou.”
“We’re here.” Murong You led Lu Yang to a building.
The signboard above the entrance read: Tiger Roar Martial Arts School.
A sign at the entrance promoted special enrollment discounts—sign up for a three-month course and get an extra half a month free; sign up for a one-year course and get an extra three months free.
Stepping inside, Lu Yang saw a group of children practicing boxing, their voices young but synchronized.
From time to time, adults would bring their children to sign up and ask, “Is it true that we can have a seven-day free trial before deciding whether to enroll?”
“Mister Murong... you mentioned earlier that your Tiger Roar Sect has eight hundred disciples?”
Murong You felt somewhat awkward. “We indeed have quite a number of outer disciples, and the entry requirements are indeed somewhat low.
“I was simply thinking that since the Extreme North is so dangerous, letting the children learn some martial arts could provide them with more survival skills in the future. If we’re lucky enough to find someone with a Spirit Root, we can take them in as inner disciples.
“If you don’t have lodging for now, how about teaching boxing at the martial arts school?” Murong You proposed. He discerned that Lu Yang was at the Foundation Establishment Stage. That would make him the second strongest in our Tiger Roar Sect.
Nevertheless, Lu Yang was still considered an outsider. Murong You couldn’t recklessly allow him access to the sect’s core secrets. Yet he couldn’t bear to let such a promising lone cultivator go, especially one with such incredible luck. Hence, he had come up with the idea of letting him teach fist techniques.
“Alright.”
Lu Yang observed the children’s Tiger Roar Fist for a while. It was similar to moves like the Animal Form Fist and Lion Roar Art, essentially mimicking a tiger’s roar.
Coincidentally, I know Jin Caiwei, the most formidable old tiger in the world. Teaching Tiger Roar Fist shouldn’t be a problem.
Murong You arranged a decent accommodation for Lu Yang, which has a fairly decent concentration of spirit qi. Although it was utterly useless to Lu Yang in his current state, it demonstrated how much Murong You valued him.
Lu Yang lay down and died, reporting his situation to the sect.
Requesting help is a bit embarrassing. I shan’t take the initiative to say it. I hope the sect will understand what I mean and send someone to pick me up.
When Third Senior Sister was training in the Demon Region, she had several magical treasures in her possession and could hold her own even against Fusion cultivators. On the other hand, I have nothing at all, which is honestly quite dangerous.
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“Senior Brother Dai, the Xuanyuan Sword Master—ah, no, I mean Senior Brother Lu Yang, has died again.”
Gu Junye found Dai Bufan, who was taken aback.
Hasn’t that kid, Lu Yang, gone to the Buddhist Kingdom to become an immortal? What kind of trouble has he run into that requires him to fake his death?
“Senior Brother Lu Yang said that he has accidentally ended up in the Extreme North.”
“What's he doing in the Extreme North?” Dai Bufan was perplexed. Did Lu Yang finally realize that he attracts too much trouble and decide to find some ten-thousand-year mystic ice in the Extreme North to freeze himself, so that he can come back and plague the cultivation world tens of thousands of years later?
Dai Bufan immediately relayed Lu Yang’s situation to Yun Zhi.
“So Little Junior Brother has gone to the Extreme North. That’s a pretty good attitude to have.”
“A pretty good attitude?”
“Little Junior Brother must have felt that he had grown too comfortable in the Buddhist Kingdom and lacked trials. To challenge himself, he ventured to the Extreme North to temper his skills.”
“But Junior Brother Lu said he went there by accident.”
Yun Zhi waved her hand dismissively. “Little Junior Brother was simply being modest, just like he has always been.”
1. The usual phrase says the opposite—not to leave one’s name behind when doing a good deed. ☜
2. “Muxue” means to be bathed in snow. ☜
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