The morning light is rising and the mist is clearing.
An inner sect disciple of Qingliu Sword Sect flew up on his sword, dressed in white and with an extraordinary aura. The sword light under his feet made the nine peaks look like rare treasures appearing in the world.
In the outer courtyard at the foot of the peak, all the outer disciples looked up at the sky.
"Senior Brother Lu's sword-controlling posture is truly like that of an immortal. The reputation of the Third Peak's Chief Disciple is well-deserved!"
"Wait a minute, look at Senior Brother Mo from the Ninth Peak. His sword energy is so strong that you can vaguely see him breaking through the air when he flies into the sky. It's really terrifying!"
Although they couldn't figure out the strength of these inner sect brothers, they all knew how to tell their faces. They could tell who had the calmest expression when flying a sword, and who had the most elegant posture.
This kind of excitement happens every morning in the outer courtyard, and Wen Yun has long been tired of it.
What's more, before coming to Qingliu Sword Sect, she had been a great magician in the magic world for more than 500 years. With a flick of the dragon bone wand in her hand, she could cast a levitation spell and float in the sky for a year without falling to the ground.
Even geniuses disdain to study low-level magic like levitation. At that time, she just wanted to create a forbidden spell of time and space to send herself back to the modern times that she was most familiar with.
In fact, she lived up to the title of genius. It took her only a hundred years to complete most of the forbidden space spell. However, she did not expect that she still failed when casting the spell.
She blew herself up.
This explosion not only blew her from the magic world to the world of cultivation, but also blew her from a five-hundred-year-old mature magician into a fifteen-year-old girl.
Coincidentally, this girl, who is also a genius, is also named Wen Yun.
The original body was an orphan who was secretly cultivated by a family of cultivators since childhood. He embarked on the path of cultivation at the age of five, refined Qi at the age of six, built the foundation at the age of ten, formed a golden elixir at the age of fifteen, and it was almost certain that he would reach the Nascent Soul stage.
However, the young master of the aristocratic family had been sickly since childhood and had poor talent for cultivation. Even with countless rare treasures from heaven and earth, he could only reach the foundation-building stage. It was impossible for him to condense a golden elixir.
Some useless people cannot condense golden elixir themselves, so they start to covet other people's golden elixir.
In this way, Wen Yun's flawless golden elixir, which was rare in a thousand years, was targeted.
She was still young and only knew that the head of the family was the benefactor who adopted her, so she had never been on guard against that family.
Until the cold sword pierced through the abdominal cavity, cruelly and carefully turned two circles in the flesh and blood, and picked out the golden pill dripping with blood.
A cultivator who has lost his golden elixir is no longer valuable. The guard felt sorry for her and could not bear to kill her with the last blow, so he just threw her into the river to fend for herself.
She gritted her teeth and held on to her last breath, drifting along the river for who knows how many days, and finally she reached the foot of the outer gate mountain of Qingliu Sword Sect, where she was rescued by the cook Zhang Ma who was fetching water from the river.
The original body was quite capable. Even though he had no cultivation, he still became an outer disciple of the Qingliu Sword Sect with his amazing swordsmanship.
It was a pity that she was unable to perform the slap-in-the-face scene. After losing her golden elixir and being seriously injured, she refused to accept her fate and still wanted to practice for revenge. Finally, on that cold rainy night last month, she took her last breath and closed her eyes sadly.
Since he has occupied someone else's body, Wen Yun must seek justice for his original self.
The world of cultivation is the same as the world of magic, where strength is everything.
Although her body without the golden elixir was no longer sensitive to spiritual power, magic mainly focused on the soul to control the elements. Now it was not difficult for her to change her body and start practicing again.
It is true that one more skill means one more way to make a living.
Who says that in the world of cultivation you have to study the path to immortality and ascension? Can't you still reach heaven by studying magic
And she also wanted to continue studying the forbidden spell of time and space to see if it could send her home.
Unfortunately, the magic elements in this world seemed to be mixed with other substances and were not pure enough. She was now retraining in magic, so at most she could only cast some elementary magic.
Wen Yun was feeling the magic element in the woodshed when a voice suddenly approached from outside: "… Then why not let Wen Yun go? Wen Yun, where are you?"
The second half of the sentence was almost shouted, and it was impossible to pretend not to hear it.
The door of the woodshed creaked open, and a girl in green walked out.
Everyone else was carrying a sword, but she was holding a charred wooden stick in a strange position.
She was dressed in plain clothes without any decoration, with watery eyes and jade-like skin, as pure and elegant as the snow on a high mountain. There was still some childishness on her face, but her temperament was so cold that people dared not look directly at her.
The expressions on the faces of the female cultivators nearby were subtle. The round-faced female disciple in the lead immediately stepped forward when she saw her coming out and asked, "You stay in the woodshed all day long without showing up. Are you trying to be lazy?"
Wen Yun said in a cold voice: "I've been the one chopping wood for the past three days. Where should I be if I'm not in the woodshed?"
The other party sneered. She had seen Wen Yun in a half-dead state not long ago. How could he carry firewood in this state
"Don't make excuses to pretend to be diligent. You said you were chopping wood, but there was no wood..."
She was halfway through her words when she saw Wen Yunwei move a step forward, revealing a room full of firewood.
Damn it, the woodshed was actually filled up so early in the morning, this is outrageous!
Even Erniu, the strongest man in the outer yard, couldn't finish chopping so much firewood in just one morning!
The round-faced female disciple blushed, turned her head and looked around, then made a random accusation: "Where's the water tank? Why is it still empty?"
"How would I know if I'm not responsible for fetching water? Maybe you drank it all." Wen Yun replied calmly.
The round-faced disciple was both embarrassed and annoyed. She was not a buffalo, so how could she drink so much!
Unable to convince Wen Yun, she could only tell him the purpose of her visit today: "Today, a genius from an aristocratic family is visiting our sect, and we need to clean the outer mountain gate carefully. I have to practice swordplay and have no time. Remember to go early and don't delay the sect's important matters."
Wen Yun didn't bother to raise his eyelids: "What does your business have to do with me?"
The female clerk said confidently, "What do you mean by my business? This is the sect's business! The elder saw that you are good at swordsmanship and accepted you as a disciple out of kindness, regardless of your lack of spiritual roots. Since you cannot practice, you should do more for the sect to repay it!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the outer disciples could not help but whisper to each other.
Spiritual roots are something that are rare to find. Among them, there are many princes, nobles and wealthy families in the mortal world. They are all proud and arrogant people, and it is extremely difficult for them to enter the outer gate of the Qingliu Sword Sect.
However, Wen Yun, a girl of unknown origin, won the favor of the outer sect elders simply by her swordsmanship, and she was allowed to become an outer sect disciple like them as an exception!
What’s even more infuriating is that many people heard the comments of the outer sect elders that day—
"You are so young but your swordsmanship is superb. If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't find my spiritual roots, I think you would have been a direct disciple. What a pity, what a pity..."
That was an elder at the peak of the foundation building stage! None of them had ever received such a high evaluation!
Thinking of this, the disciples also started to discuss.
"Junior Sister Liu is right. We practice hard, and since you don't need to practice, what's wrong with doing more work?"
"The weeds in the spiritual medicine field have not been removed yet. I need to practice basic swordsmanship. Junior Sister Lao Wen, thank you for your hard work."
…
Wen Yun pretended not to hear these shameless remarks and said calmly, "I'm very busy. I have to go back to chop wood."
Suddenly, a dog barked, and the noise and bustle fell into silence.
A man in a brocade robe with a big belly walked over, twirling his sparse long beard with his left hand, holding a yellow dog with his right hand. He glanced at the dog and scolded, "Have you watered the medicinal herbs? Have the inner disciples' clothes been washed? And have the water tanks been filled? You're making a fuss here so early in the morning and not doing anything. It's really unworthy of the immortal sect!"
The disciples bowed hurriedly and said, "Master Zhou, you are right in teaching us."
All the people in the outer sect were eliminated by the inner sect. Their spiritual roots were poor and it was difficult for them to achieve results in cultivation. They were disciples, but in fact they were not formal disciples of the Qingliu Sword Sect. Their status was the same as that of the inner sect disciples.
This man surnamed Zhou is exactly a person sent out from the inner sect. He is usually in charge of the outer sect's miscellaneous affairs. Although he is only at the initial stage of foundation building, his status in the outer sect is as respected as that of a local emperor.
Manager Zhou glanced at everyone and asked, "What were you arguing about just now?"
The round-faced girl was the first to complain: "Wen Yun is being lazy again! She refused to clean the outer gate when asked to do so!"
While talking, she sensibly stuffed a magical herb into the sleeve of Manager Zhou.
Manager Zhou pinched it nonchalantly, then turned to Wen Yun and ordered: "Then go quickly. Why, do you still want me to ask you to sweep?"
Wen Yun was too lazy to argue, she would stay wherever it was quiet. Now that the woodshed was noisy, she could also go to the outer mountain gate.
Anyway, you use magic to chop wood and you use magic to sweep the floor, it's all the same.
The girl picked up the broom lazily but leisurely, still holding the charred wood stick in her right hand, and walked slowly towards the outer mountain gate.
The voice of Manager Zhou came from behind—
"In addition to welcoming that genius, there is another important matter... Recently, all nine peaks want to recruit disciples from the outer courtyard into the inner sect. Any disciple with a bone age of 30 years or less and a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivation level can choose a peak to sign up and place a palm seal. Tomorrow, senior brothers from each peak will come to pick you up to participate in the trial."
The inner sect trials and the like had nothing to do with Wen Yun. After all, she had lost her golden elixir and could no longer cultivate.
It is still early morning, and the outer mountain gate is usually deserted, unlike the inner mountain gate which is bustling.
It was quiet all around, with only the occasional sound of wind blowing through leaves and the chirping of insects and birds. The dense shadows of trees dotted with flowers cast layers of shadows covering the foot of the mountain. The road paved with jade slabs that was ten thousand steps long was actually covered with moist moss, and only the top half near the inner door was in the sun, casting a warm but dazzling light.
Wen Yun threw the broom away casually and carefully stroked the charred stick in his hand.
This looked like a piece of scrap wood that someone had carved halfway and then thrown away to be used as a firewood stick. Although its material was not precious, the magic power inside was surprisingly pure.
She concentrated and waved her hand, her lips quickly opening and closing as she chanted a spell—
The magical elements mixed with various unknown substances were accurately separated by powerful mental power, and finally began to reassemble obediently according to her instructions.
Suddenly, an invisible wind lifted Wen Yun up from under her feet. Her body floated up and flew towards a big tree beside the mountain path. Then she gracefully lifted the hem of her green skirt and sat down steadily.
I've already said that you can fly without a sword.
She leaned against the tree, waving the fire poker in her hand boredly.
Levitation was cast on the broom, and it lightly swept up the dead branches and leaves on the steps by itself.
I don’t know how much time had passed, but when Wen Yun was almost asleep, the sound of cranes crying suddenly came from the distant sky.
She was a little puzzled: "Eh... Is there anyone from the Qingliu Sword Sect riding a crane?"
Aren’t they all sword-riding
She squinted her eyes and looked up. For some reason, the wound in her dantian seemed to have split open again and it hurt a lot.
However, Wen Yun had no time to check, because her powerful mental power allowed her to sense that the outer disciples were beginning to pour into the outer mountain gate, so she hid deeper in the branches and leaves.
The round-faced girl whose name I couldn't remember was running in the front with a flushed face, and she didn't forget to show off her knowledge to her companions.
"This is the young master of the Xie family. Does the Xie family know about this? There are three sects and four surnames, and the Xie surname is the largest family after the three major sects!"
"Although Young Master Xie was not well-known in the past, he became famous the moment he formed a golden elixir. Have you ever heard of someone forming a golden elixir at the age of 20? And it was a flawless golden elixir made of metal!"
"Gold attribute! That's the most suitable for sword training. Could it be that Young Master Xie will become our senior brother?"
The discussions below were drowned out by the clear singing of the cranes.
Eight cranes were pulling a gorgeous chariot in the clouds, and sixteen young women in white shirts were guarding the side with various magic weapons in their hands.
A group of people from the inner sect of Qingliu Sword Sect also came out, holding their swords and saluting, and the leader said loudly: "Thank you for your forgiveness, sir. The inner sect members are not allowed to fly."
"My son is not feeling well..."
"No problem." A gentle male voice sounded, stopping the maid from speaking, "The guest should follow the host's wishes."
A thin man in white clothes landed gracefully and walked up the stairs slowly.
His features were gentle and delicate, but his face was pale and his lips were extremely light-colored, with a hint of sickness about him. He was as pale as the ink used to outline distant mountains, with only the bright red teardrop mole at the corner of his eye adding a bit of color.
The young man in white respectfully leaned forward and bowed. His clear voice, which hinted at the cultivation level of the Golden Core Stage, resounded throughout the entire mountain gate like the sound of a bell.
"Xie Shi seeks peace, and respectfully pays homage to the Qingliu Sword Sect."
“Tsk.”
Wen Yun looked out at the mountain gate, covering his stomach with his left hand and playing with a fire stick with his right hand.
She said to herself expressionlessly: "The thief is coming."