Ye Shubai decided to accompany Wen Yun for shopping and eating today, so she no longer insisted and happily gave them a day off, heading along the bustling night market in Yunhai City.
The further they walked into the city, the more people there were, and all kinds of noisy sounds were heard. Inadvertently, the two passed by a very remote tavern, and a name coming out of the tavern attracted Wen Yun's attention.
"Assassinate Shang Wuyang! He is now at the peak of the Ascension Realm. I'm afraid he will rush directly to the fifth level. It's a sure win!"
"Hey, there are too many people betting on him, and I can't make much money. I might as well bet on an underdog..."
From the noisy and bustling atmosphere, you can tell that this is not a regular tavern, but a gambling house that specializes in betting on the outcome of the challengers of the Yunhai Tower. I don't know how they know the rankings inside and can even gamble on it.
More importantly, the popular target for betting now is Shang Wuyang. Didn’t he just arrive
Wen Yun stopped and said in disbelief: "There is actually such a place in Yunhai City?"
As soon as she opened her mouth, the pretty proprietress standing at the door smiled softly, "Young lady, are you from outside? There are so many interesting places in our Yunhai City. Do you want to go in and take a look?"
Without waiting for Wen Yun to answer, her gaze fell on Ye Shubai again. She naturally moved closer to him, ready to explain a few more words.
However, before she could get closer, Ye Shubai quickly took a step back, looking as if he was trying to avoid him.
He frowned, his tone stiff and cold: "No need."
After saying that, Ye Shubai forcibly pulled the enthusiastic Wen Yun forward. The proprietress behind him felt insulted and cursed him "hypocritical".
Ye Shubai didn't care, but Wen Yun couldn't help it, so he turned around and said, "Look carefully, he is the real one!"
The proprietress snorted, rolled her eyes, pulled the tavern curtain to block her view, and was too lazy to argue with her.
Wen Yun was still unhappy in her heart. She had always been protective of her own people and couldn't stand hearing people say bad things about Ye Shubai, especially when someone said he was hypocritical. Did this word seem to have anything to do with Ye Shubai
If you want to use it, you should use it on her!
For example, now.
The entire street seemed to be filled with such small gambling houses, and those standing at the door soliciting customers were either beautiful female monks dressed in sexy clothes.
Or it could be like the one Wen Yun was standing in. Standing at the door was a fair-skinned boy from the rabbit tribe, with a pair of long pink ears half-hanging, and his bright red eyes like gems looking at her lovingly, and he asked softly, "Beautiful sister, would you like to come in and sit for a while?"
Wen Yun, who was face-blind but obsessed with faces, could no longer walk and asked Ye Shubai tentatively, "How about we go in and sit down?"
Ye Shubai's face was even colder than before, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he looked at Wen Yun quietly.
Although he didn't say a word, his eyes made Wen Yun feel cold inside. She could only harden her heart and reject the bunny-eared boy: "Forget it."
Finally, Ye Shubai took Wen Yun to another pub. Standing at the door greeting guests was an ordinary-looking old man, so neither of them had to worry about the other getting jealous.
Only after entering did I discover a different world. The seemingly run-down tavern was not as cramped as I had imagined. Instead, it was arranged with hundreds of tables and chairs like a ring. It was densely packed with monks dressed in various styles. From time to time, cheers and curses broke out, and the heated atmosphere seemed to be about to blow the roof off.
Wen Yun and Ye Shubai chose the most secluded place to sit down, and then looked up following the gaze of the crowd, only to find that there were more than ten light mirrors hanging in front of them. The pictures on them were different, but the background was very familiar.
That is the arena inside the Yunhai Tower!
Wen Yun was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what these were. He said in disbelief, "Someone actually brought the projection stone into the Yunhai Tower?!"
The projection stone was a new thing that she had just found out about when she was shopping with Ye Shubai. It was said that it could project the image in front of one's eyes onto the light mirror at the other end. However, this thing was extremely expensive, costing nearly one million source crystals per piece. Most of them were used by large sects for detecting military intelligence and other special situations.
But there are more than ten light mirrors here, which means... there are more than ten quick-projection stones
Wen Yun calculated the amount of source crystals needed in his mind, and finally took a breath. This amount of source crystals would be enough to forge swords for all the disciples of Qingliu Sword Sect!
The girl who was pouring tea for her chuckled and explained crisply, "Is this your first time here? People are allowed to bring projection stones into Yunhai Tower. Challengers send their images to our casinos for people to watch. We give them 10% of their gambling money as dividends. If they are lucky, they can earn back the money for the projection stone in a month. If they are unlucky, they can sell the projection stone to get their money back."
Wen Yun was a little puzzled: "Aren't they afraid that their moves will be seen and cracked by others?"
Ye Shubai also nodded solemnly, seeming to acknowledge her concerns.
"The light mirror can only show the opponent that the holder of the projection stone is fighting against." The little girl handed over a plate of fruit with a smile and patiently explained to the two dogs: "Besides, this is very profitable. On the one hand, you can earn dividends from the gambling house, and on the other hand, you can also make a name for yourself."
"For example, some powerful cultivators have a big force behind them that provides them with cultivation resources to challenge the Cloud Sea Tower, to earn reputation for their sects or families, and to attract people to join them. And when independent cultivators become famous, they can also attract big forces to recruit them. In a word, it's good for everyone."
It's just not good for those gamblers who are just watching the fun.
Wen Yun saw a cultivator standing nearby suddenly stand up and smash all the cups and plates on the table, roaring like a madman: "Impossible! How could Dalishan lose! He is playing a fake match! I bet everything I have on him to win, how could he lose!"
"You have to admit defeat. You bet on the wrong horse. What's the point of making a scene now? Get him out of here!"
The man shouted frantically with red eyes that he had not lost, but the people in the casino didn't care about that. They just coldly stripped off all his clothes and magic weapons, dragged him out, and the other people in the room also watched it all coldly, as if they were used to such scenes.
The little girl's smile didn't fade at all. She didn't pay any attention to the miserable situation over there. She just looked at Wen Yun with a smile: "Sister, do you want to try to place a bet? You may make a hundred times more money after you leave today."
She had been here talking for so long, naturally just to get Wen Yun and Ye Shubai to place a bet.
Wen Yun looked at Ye Shubai and asked tentatively, "How about placing a bet?"
It’s not that she was afraid that he would disagree. After all, the hundreds of thousands of source crystals dug out from Master Suyuan’s courtyard were now under her control, and she would definitely be generous when it came to spending money.
The reason why I asked so carefully was simply because I was worried that Ye Shubai would mistake me for a gambler who wanted to get rich, which would damage my cool personality...
She didn't realize at all that she had lost her image in front of him.
Ye Shubai didn't scold her this time, he just nodded in approval: "If you want to play, try it."
Although they were just playing, Wen Yun and Ye Shubai, two stingy guys, had no intention of losing money. They placed a few bets seemingly at random, and all they said to the little girl were blind guesses, but they were actually communicating quickly in their sea of consciousness.
"I've met this guy's opponent before, he's a wimp. I bet on him to win!"
"I just met this guy last month. He was seriously injured. There is no way he can win."
Wen Yun and Ye Shubai both fought their way up from the bottom, so they met many acquaintances and knew those people's cultivation very well. Moreover, their combat vision was far superior to others, and they could often tell the outcome of the fight after only two moves on the ring. They were always right.
Of course, the cautious Wen Yun would not do such a ostentatious thing, so he deliberately placed two wrong bets. However, compared with the Source Crystals he brought back, the little bit of Source Crystals he paid out was almost nothing.
The little girl handed the mustard seed capsule filled with source crystals to Wen Yun and said with a smile, "You two have such good luck on your first visit. You won eight out of ten games. Your vision and luck are both excellent."
She encouraged Wen Yun to bet bigger, but Wen Yun came to the tavern this time to find out about Shang Wuyang, not to gamble. After all, this kind of thing can only be regarded as a side path and can never be regarded as the right way.
Wen Yun pondered for a moment, his heart moved slightly, knowing that now was a good time to find out.
She asked casually, "Just now I passed by the gambling house next door, and I seemed to hear someone shouting, 'Bet Shang Wuyang?' He seems to be very powerful. Can you bet on him here?"
She asked very tactfully and did not ask directly whether there was Shang Wuyang's projection stone here.
The girl was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Of course there are. Ever since Shang Wuyang first entered the Yunhai Tower, the Dongxuan Sect has sent him projection stones. The amount is quite large, and almost every gambling house has one."
This is indeed a big deal. It seems that the people of Dongxuan Sect are not doing this for the sake of earning dividends like most people, but for the sake of building up the reputation of Dongxuan Sect.
Shang Wuyang had never shown up before, only Dongxuan Sect’s own people had been praising him constantly, and outsiders had always had some doubts about him, thinking that many equally famous geniuses were better than him. Now that he had made such a stunning appearance when he first appeared, there was no better way to slap people in the face than this, and I think Dongxuan Sect is very proud now.
"You are almost certain to win if you bet on Shang Wuyang. He has now won 15 games in a row... Oh, Shang Wuyang's light mirror is lighting up!"
After the little girl's exclamation, everyone over there stood up, staring intently at the light mirror in the middle, which became the center of the entire gambling house without a surprise.
After a short rest, Shang Wuyang actually started to challenge again.
After the light mirror lit up, the scene Shang Wuyang saw was projected into the light mirror.
What came into view was the most ordinary arena in the Yunhai Tower. The surroundings were a dull gray color, and the only person standing in the arena was a muscular man wearing a red bloodstained shirt, looking at him with a ferocious look on his face.
He didn't seem to know Shang Wuyang. That's right, no one knew what Shang Wuyang looked like. This man had been in the Yunhai Tower all the time, so naturally he didn't know that more than a dozen challengers behind him had died.
The light microscope only showed images but no sound. The fat man frowned and seemed to say something. The next moment, the image began to move.
It almost flashed by, and only a shadow of a sword light was seen passing by, incredibly fast. After the sword was stabbed out, the scene stopped and Shang Wuyang did not move again.
The man's face changed drastically, as if he realized that this opponent was not ordinary, and wanted to escape. However, he had just run to the edge of the ring and had taken a step forward when his eyes suddenly widened, and he turned back stiffly and slowly to stare at Shang Wuyang, with fear and confusion in his eyes.
A red dot slowly appeared on his forehead, and then blood gushed out of it wildly.
It all happened so fast, within just ten breaths.
The noisy atmosphere in the gambling house suddenly fell silent. Everyone was shocked and held their breath in silence for a long while. Only after the mirror went out again did sounds gradually emerge.
"It's exactly the same as before, alas." The little girl frowned and looked at the mirror, shook her head and sighed softly.
Wen Yun keenly caught the key words: "Before?"
"Yes, he had passed fifteen levels before, and each level was so fast, and each level was also killed with just one sword. Although I have been in the gambling house for so long and have seen all kinds of challengers, this is the first time I have seen someone with such murderous intent. After all, it is just a challenge, not a life-and-death feud. This is too cruel."
After saying this, she seemed to realize that she had said something wrong. She quickly covered her mouth, glanced nervously at Wen Yun and Ye Shubai, and hurriedly reminded them, "Don't spread what I said."
Wen Yun shook his head and said comfortingly: "It's okay, we are not from Dongxuan Sect."
In order to reassure the little girl, she also said sincerely: "Shang Wuyang is so cruel."
Everyone has said bad things about Shang Wuyang, so we can rest assured now, right
After the little girl left the room, Wen Yun and Ye Shubai looked at each other and asked in a low voice: "What do you think?"
Ye Shubai's face has been bad since he saw the image in the light mirror. When he heard Wen Yun's question, he looked down at her and shook his head gently.
Wen Yun failed to comprehend: "He can't do it?"
Ye Shubai looked at Wen Yun helplessly and explained in a low voice: "It's not that he can't do it, but he has too much killing intent. I'm afraid he is cultivating the way of killing, using killing to improve his realm."
"Shang Wuyang should not be here to investigate the deaths of those people. The senior said earlier that he seemed to be about to be promoted. I guess he came to Yunhai Tower this time to break through the bottleneck of the Ascension Realm by killing people."
Wen Yun whispered her guess, and Ye Shubai's idea was not far from hers. He nodded: "I'm afraid you guessed it right."
There are thousands of ways to practice cultivation. Although everyone practices their own way and does not interfere with each other, Wen Yun still feels uncomfortable with such indiscriminate killing. No wonder Master Su Yuan always frowned and was unwilling to say more, nor did he praise the other person whenever he mentioned this person.
Thinking of this, she suddenly became curious: "How good is his swordsmanship? Is it really just so-so as the senior said?"
Ye Shubai's voice was clear and cold, but he was very objective in what he said: "What you saw was the young Shang Wuyang from 2,000 years ago. His swordsmanship might have been imperfect at the time, but now it seems that it is almost perfect."
Shang Wuyang's swordsmanship was indeed amazing, and the speed at which he could kill someone in one second with one sword had already spread throughout Yunhai City.
But Ye Shubai himself is a swordsman who has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship. Even Master Su Yuan often mutters that Ye Shubai is a swordsman.
Because of his previous re-cultivation, Ye Shubai's cultivation is temporarily not as good as Shang Wuyang's, but his sword skills are not worse than the other party. He has killed cultivators of the same level with one sword countless times. Others cannot see Shang Wuyang's sword clearly, but he can see it clearly.
It’s just that when he kills people, he only kills those he has an grudge against, and never kills indiscriminately, while Shang Wuyang kills people… just for the sake of killing.
He originally didn't care about these things, but Shang Wuyang looked like he was going to kill them all in one go. Now he was still on the third floor, but one day he would reach the fourth floor. If Wen Yun faced him then...
When he thought of this, Ye Shubai's heart sank.
Wen Yun looked up and met his eyes. She immediately understood the worry in his eyes. The corners of her lips curled up and she pulled his sleeve and said, "You don't have to worry about me. I'm not as good at killing as he is, but I can escape without a rival."
After all, she has mastered the laws of time and space. Others can just escape from the ring, but if she is forced into a corner, she can even tear open space and escape outside the boundary.
No one escapes faster and farther than her!
This time I won a lot of source crystals, and recovered the 20,000 source crystals that Master Su Yuan had wasted. I also roughly found out the truth about why Shang Wuyang came to this world. I think I just need to wait for him to break through and leave, and there is no need to worry too much.
The casino was noisy and dull. Wen Yun felt uncomfortable inside, so he pulled Ye Shubai and prepared to leave.
But just as she stood up, Ye Shubai's brows suddenly frowned, and he reached out and quickly grabbed her.
As the situation was urgent, Ye Shubai pulled with great force, causing Wen Yun, who was always unprepared for him, to stagger, lose his balance and fall straight backwards.
Wen Yun immediately tried to use her body skills to balance herself, but Ye Shubai was faster than her. He subconsciously reached out and pulled her into his arms...
So Wen Yun, who was about to fall to the ground, sat steadily in his arms.
Her lips narrowly brushed Ye Shubai's slightly cold cheek, and the light pink lip balm she had just bought at the night market also left a faint trace of ambiguity on it.
The body of the man who was sitting upright became extremely stiff. Although his hands were clearly in an embrace, he did not dare to touch her body. He restrained and politely maintained a distance of half an inch.
After a moment of silence, he tried his best to steady his disordered breathing and uttered a voice from his dry throat: "Sorry, I'm being rude."
The two were too close to each other. Ye Shubai didn't dare to lower his head or move. He even didn't dare to speak again after saying this, for fear that his trembling voice would expose himself. He could only communicate with Wen Yun through the soul contract in his sea of consciousness.
"The person who followed us earlier has come in. They are now sitting not far behind you. I was afraid of being exposed and panicked for a moment, so... I'm sorry."
He apologized twice, but was so nervous that he forgot to let go.
Wen Yun was confused.
But it was not because of the news that Ye Shubai said, but because of the ambiguous posture of the two of them being close to each other.
She nestled in his arms, forgetting to struggle, and instead looked up at him blankly.
From Wen Yun's perspective, the quietly rolling Adam's apple was right in front of her eyes. Looking up, she could see his particularly delicate and soft jawline, as well as his tightly pursed lips. Looking up even further...
You can see the faint red mark on his fair and clear cheek.
Because the distance was so close, she could vaguely smell the familiar sweet scent coming from it.
When Wen Yun realized what it was, ten thousand forbidden spells exploded in his mind.
Ye Shubai tried to remain calm and made his voice sound calm: "Let's stay for a moment. They may be from the Dongxuan Sect..."
Before he could finish his words, a trembling finger quietly touched his face and brushed across his skin frivolously.
He lowered his eyes in surprise and looked into Wen Yun's eyes, who was looking embarrassed.
She pulled the corners of her lips stiffly, to show that she was not teasing Ye Shubai, she could only extend her index finger to his eyes to show him, to prove her innocence: "I accidentally kissed you just now... I'll wipe it clean for you."
relative.
As soon as that word came out, Ye Shubai, who had been able to pretend to be calm, could no longer control himself.
A blush suddenly appeared on the man's fair face, and from his neck to the tips of his ears, it all turned a light pink.
He took a deep breath and turned his face away awkwardly to avoid Wen Yun's sight.
"Nothing, I... I'll wipe it myself."