C3 (1/2)

The immortal naturally saw him, and with a tap of his finger, the carriage broke.

Even though he was still heavily injured and completely powerless, Wu Yu still stumbled out of the prison cart. Even if he had climbed down, he still wanted to crawl up to the immortal and kowtowed a few times, then used all his strength and said, ”Immortal, Supreme Immortal!” ”My name is Wu Yu, I am the crown prince of the Eastern Yue Wu Country. I have been framed by others and have fallen to this stage. Please accept me as your disciple!”

He looked up to see the exalted Immortal looking at him silently, neither happy nor worried.

”Take me as your disciple!” I will spend my life to repay you for your kindness! ”

Wu Yu was now at the lowest point in his life. If this Daoist was willing to save him, Wu Yu would definitely return the favor with her death.

He had always been like this, someone who would repay kindness with kindness, and someone who would seek revenge.

”Master! ”Disciple Wu Yu greets Master, and swears that he will respect Master for his entire life and will repay the grace of immortality.”

He knew that if he were to miss this opportunity, he would be doomed for the rest of his life.

Likely, even that Immortal had been shocked by his current attitude.

”Your foundation is good, but you've been injured by the Soul-Breaking Powder, so you'll never have a chance to cultivate the Dao in your lifetime.” I can't take you as my disciple. If you want to be my Snow Wind Cliff's disciple, you must at least have a talent that is above and above a hundred thousand people. ” The Immortal said coldly.

Wu Yu was as if struck by lightning in a clear sky.

He should have expected this to happen.

However, he was not a person that would give up so easily.

”As long as the Immortal is willing to let me stay by his side, I'm willing to do anything!” As Wu Yu spoke to here, his consciousness had already faded away.

Soul Breaker, true soul break.

”You have lost your soul, but I, Snow Wind Cliff, do not wish to interfere in mortal matters. Forget it, I'll let you come to my gate of immortality and be a servant for 'Yan Li'. ”

In the blink of an eye, Wu Yu felt as if he was flying through the clouds.

That was a move that not even the Great Immortal Haotian had!

”Success.” Wu Yu revealed a smile as he fainted.

… ….

”Clap clap!”

It was the sound of burning wood, getting louder and louder.

With a ”pa” sound, Wu Yu's forehead was covered in sweat. He sat up on a wooden bed, his eyes wide open.

”I had a dream.”

Now that he thought about it, he must have followed that immortal back to the Celestial Gate to save his own life.

Wu Yu surveyed his surroundings. He was in a wooden house. This house was very simple and crude, but it was very clean. There was a tea table, a table, a table, a chair, a wardrobe, and so on. The stove was burning in the middle of the room, giving Wu Yu a warm feeling in the middle of winter.

He took in a deep breath. Even though his body was still weak, Wu Yu still felt comfortable. He could sense that there was something unusual in the air here, something that was nourishing to his heart.

”As expected, this is spiritual energy. There is absolutely no such dense spiritual energy in the mortal world. If I had cultivated here since I was young, today, I would have definitely reached the seventh or even the eighth level of the martial path.”

He felt joy in his heart. This must be an immortal gate. However, his heart was mature, and he knew that he was struck by the Soul Breaking Powder, making it impossible for him to cultivate. He remembered that Supreme Celestial said that he wanted him to serve Yan Li as a servant.

The so-called menial work should include raising beasts, cleaning, cutting firewood, watering flowers, and so on.

”Ta, ta!”

Wu Yu raised his head and saw that a hunchbacked old man had appeared in front of him. He was small and thin, a head shorter than Wu Yu, with a head full of silver threads, wrinkles all over his face, and a cloudy look in his eyes. However, his expression was very serious, and he didn't seem to like Wu Yu very much.

”You're awake. Get up and get dressed. The old man was extremely strict. He stared at Wu Yu with a pair of turbid eyes, which caused Wu Yu's hair to stand on end.

Wu Yu sized him up and noticed that there was a red rope wrapped around the old man's neck. It was a two inch long small iron rod. Both ends were golden, and the material seemed to be made of gold. In the middle, it was black, like black iron.

”This is the Door of Immortality. Since you've come, you will be stuck here for the rest of your life.” If you want to survive here, you have to know the rules of the Celestial Sect. The sect arranged for you to be here, so you have to work hard, speak less, abide by the rules, and cause less trouble for me. ” The old man threw a set of dark blue colored clothes on Wu Yu's body and then walked into a nearby room. No one knew what he was doing.

Wu Yu roughly understood now that the immortal had arranged for him to be here at Yan Li's place as a servant. Afterwards, he had been assigned to this old man to help with some tasks.

”This old man doesn't seem to like me?” Wu Yu was confused, so he quickly got up and put on his clothes. The effects of the Soul Breaking Powder had already passed, so he was much more clear-headed now. However, his damaged body was like a withered tree, full of holes.

After a while, the old man walked out from the side room. He handed Wu Yu a bowl of soup and said, ”Drink it.”

Wu Yusheng was at the Imperial Palace. With a glance, he could tell that this was a ginseng soup that could only be brewed with fire, and was extremely precious. Here, there were only the two of them, and it was obvious that this old man had specially brewed it for him.

”Thanks a lot, uncle. My name is Wu Yu. How should I address you?” Since he was already here, he might as well settle things here. Wu Yu's heart was filled with an intense desire to see this legendary immortal gate.

”My name is Sun Wudao.” The old man urged him to speed up.

”Uncle Sun.” Wu Yu quickly finished the bowl of soup, feeling refreshed and refreshed. The enormous amount of energy that he had expended in the past few days had also been replenished. It must have been some sort of immortal elixir that had such an effect.

”Follow me!”

At this time, the old man, Sun Wudao, had already opened the door and stepped out of the room. Wu Yu hurriedly followed him out. After all, Sun Wudao had already done him a favor.

As Wu Yu walked out of the wooden house, his eyes widened in shock. It was winter, and the entire Thousand Mountains were covered in pure white snow. However, what he saw in front of him were countless green forests, boundless mountains, and immortal mist! Within the immortal fog, there were some grand, grand, and exquisite palaces and pavilions that even the Wu Imperial Palace could not measure up to.