Wen Yun asked indifferently, but the other party just looked back at him quietly, without shame or anger, as if he was a lifeless clay sculpture.
After a moment, the man calmly replied, "I don't know where my followers are. When they come back, I will return double the money."
Her eyes swept over the man lightly.
He had no ornaments on his body, only a white shirt, and the sword in his hand was also kept in a pitch-black scabbard, without any sign of abnormality.
The crowd was bustling and noisy, but he alone was dead silent.
If there wasn't still a breath in his body, this person would actually look more like an unconscious corpse. Add in the blood stains all over his body, and it's no wonder that the little girl was frightened just now.
The girl in the gambling house was much bolder because of Wen Yun's protection. She poked her head out and took a quick look. She asked curiously, "Sir, do you want to buy some clothes to change?"
The man was standing at a clothing stall, and his clothes were stained with blood, so she guessed right at once.
He nodded and answered concisely: "Yes."
The little girl thought for a moment and gently reminded, "These are just ordinary clothes, not precious robes. About ten or so source crystals will be enough."
Ten thousand source crystals is a huge sum of money for an ordinary cultivator in the Cloud Sea Realm. She usually works for the boss in the casino, serving customers and is so busy that she is dizzy. If you don't count the rewards she gets by luck, she can only earn one or two thousand source crystals in a month.
The man glanced at the stall owner behind him, whose face changed drastically, and said in a dull voice: "He said he wanted 10,000."
The stall owner felt a little uneasy.
This strange man had been standing in front of him for a long time. He greeted him enthusiastically for a long time, but the other party had no response. Finally, the stall owner became impatient, and when the other party pointed at a piece of clothing and asked for it, he casually quoted a sky-high price.
Who would have thought that this weirdo didn't even bargain for the price, but took it seriously? What kind of fool is he? Even a child knows what the price of clothes should be, right
The people who were setting up stalls in Yunhai City were smart and immediately changed their words: "I made a mistake, it's only one hundred!"
However, the man still had no intention of taking out the mustard seed bag.
The three people present looked at each other and understood what was going on. This man was so poor that he didn't even have a hundred source crystals!
The little girl tugged at Wen Yun's sleeve and lowered her voice to the lowest level: "Girl, why do I feel like this person isn't very smart?"
She actually spoke in a very low voice, but the other party glanced over here slowly, obviously having heard what she said clearly.
However, he didn't seem to be angry at all. He still had that expression of neither sadness nor joy, and was completely unmoved.
Wen Yun thought to himself, this person might not be stupid, but he has never gone out to buy things by himself, so he doesn't even know the price.
Just by taking a glance at the clothes he was wearing, she could tell that they were covered with all kinds of exquisite defensive formations. She didn't know how strong the masters in the fairyland were, but the attacks from the ascending realm would probably be completely resolved by this piece of clothes.
As for the material of the scabbard, even she had never seen it before, but with Wen Yun's sharp eyes, she could tell... This thing was very expensive, so expensive that she couldn't afford it even now.
You have to know that she is a wealthy woman who carries hundreds of thousands of source crystals with her!
Wen Yun was always generous, but she never took advantage of others. She took out a source crystal worth one hundred yuan from her mustard seed capsule and handed it over, saying casually, "I'll lend it to you."
So remember to pay it back.
The little girl was dumbfounded, and tugged at Wen Yun's sleeve and whispered, "Girl, I'm afraid he won't be able to pay it back."
Not to mention that this man doesn't look normal, just the way he looks... he doesn't look like a rich man!
However, the man also heard these words. He glanced at them indifferently, and casually took out something from the few things he had on him, erased the soul imprint on it, and handed it to Wen Yun.
"This is for you."
This diamond-shaped transparent stone fell into Wen Yun's hands. The little girl turned her head to take a look. After seeing clearly what the stone was, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and exclaimed softly: "Projection stone!"
A projection stone worth millions alone!
Although Wen Yun loves money, she is not the kind of person who would cheat others. She took the projection stone, weighed it, and asked sincerely, "Do you know that this stone is very valuable?"
However, the man did not feel sorry at all, and asked in return with his thin lips moving up and down: "Why do you want to know?"
This was the first time Wen Yun saw someone being taken advantage of and acting so self-righteously. This person was much more generous than Mo You who gave her 100,000 spiritual jades for free.
The other party had no intention of taking back the projection stone. He took the cheap new clothes and turned away, soon disappearing in the crowd.
After he left, the stall owner was dumbfounded and angrily muttered: "If you had brought the projection stone in exchange earlier, I would have given you the whole stall!"
I hate you rich people the most. What do you want to do by teasing us poor people
The little girl stammered, "Girl, are all sword cultivators so generous?"
Wen Yun: "No, it's not the sword cultivator profession that is wealthy, but a small number of people in it."
She wasn't sure before, but after the other party took out the projection stone, she immediately confirmed her guess.
This person must be the legendary Shang Wuyang.
For example, some big sects have pampered their precious children for thousands of years and are unwilling to release them. Only with the conditions of Dongxuan Sect and the identity of that person, would they do such a thing that ordinary people cannot understand. After all, how could Dongxuan Sect let such a genius worry about worldly affairs? I am afraid that he only needs to practice without distraction since he was a child.
The little girl was still wondering: "He casually exchanged a million-dollar projection stone for a hundred source crystals. This person is really a bit crazy."
Although it is not nice to say bad things about people behind their backs, Wen Yun had to agree with the girl's idea at this moment.
At first she thought that Shang Wuyang was a gloomy man with a deep mind and a heavy heart of killing, but she never expected that he would be so foolish. If it weren't for the strong smell of blood lingering on the other person, she would not have been able to connect the man with the murderous Shang Wuyang.
What on earth was the Dongxuan sect thinking? Did they really only teach Shang Wuyang how to practice, without even teaching him the ways of the world
After Shang Wuyang changed out of the dirty clothes that were stained with blood, he patted them casually, and the priceless clothes turned into ashes. The cold wind from the Yunhai Realm blew past, and the handful of ashes flew away.
He didn't care much about other things except the color of blood. He had been in the Yunhai Tower for a whole month. Even if the sword in his hand was fast, it would inevitably be stained with blood when he met some tough opponents. Of course, that was all the opponent's blood.
So this time he picked a black coat, a color that could not be seen even if it was soaked in blood.
He stared blankly at the coming and going of people in the Cloud Sea Realm. He seemed absent-minded, but his sight was accurately focused on the flaws of each person. Fortunately, the sword in his hand was not unsheathed, otherwise this place would surely be bloody again.
After waiting for a long time, the guardian elder and the other two disciples came back in a hurry.
Elder Zhang gathered up his robes and quickly stepped forward, explaining with an awkward smile: "Junior Brother Shang, we went to investigate Qing Ran and the others earlier, and we were away for two days..."
Elder Zhang, who always had a very imposing manner in front of his straight eyebrows and narrowed eyes, now slightly bent his waist and carefully observed Shang Wuyang's expression. When he found that the other party had no intention of blaming him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Funny enough, this was Shang Wuyang's first time leaving Dongxuan Sect, and it was also Elder Zhang and the others' first time interacting with this genius of the sect.
Over the past two thousand years, Shang Wuyang seemed to have been practicing hard on a steep peak deep in the mountain gate, and only showed up during various major ceremonies of the sect.
If one is three points better than others, like Master Su Yuan, then others will be jealous of him; but if one is like Shang Wuyang who is far beyond the reach of others, then others can only look up to him.
All the disciples of Dongxuan Sect admired this renowned genius. Almost after he survived one hundred and one thunders during his ascension, the three words "Shang Wuyang" became the glory of the entire Dongxuan world.
Everyone assumed that he should enjoy the best resources and the most respected status, and they also felt that such a genius should concentrate on practicing in the paradise within the sect.
The reason why Shang Wuyang came out this time was because his usually smooth path of cultivation finally encountered a bottleneck, and he wanted to travel around the world looking for an opportunity to break through. It happened that the sect wanted to send people to the Yunhai Realm to investigate the death of the disciples, so he followed.
However, on the way from Dongxuan Realm to Yunhai Realm, he spoke no more than ten sentences. Almost all the time he was holding his sword and meditating silently. After entering the Yunhai Realm, he immediately went into the Yunhai Tower to kill people.
Even Elder Zhang, although he could call the other party "Junior Brother" because of his age and seniority, was still a little afraid of him.
After carefully explaining where the group was going, seeing that Shang Wuyang didn't care at all and didn't respond at all, in order to ease the embarrassment, he covered his mouth and coughed twice and asked: "Junior Brother Shang, is it possible that you have gained something from your practice and came out?"
"No." Shang Wuyang finally reacted when it came to cultivation. He answered indifferently, "I got nothing, so I came out."
Elder Zhang suggested with a smile: "Why not take a break first, and then practice slowly when the time is right?"
Shang Wuyang looked down at him and said, "Opportunities won't come to you on their own."
"This..." Elder Zhang's face froze, he was so choked that he didn't know how to answer. He was stunned for a moment and laughed dryly: "Junior brother, you are right. I wonder what you are going to do?"
Shang Wuyang raised his head slightly and looked at the towering Yunhai Tower in the distance. His dark eyes were so empty that they could not find the focus.
Just when Elder Zhang thought he would not speak again, he spoke calmly.
"I'm waiting for someone."
Elder Zhang, who finally got a response, was in high spirits and asked eagerly, "Who is Brother Shang waiting for? We will go find that person for you right now!"
However, Shang Wuyang did not speak this time.
He didn't know who he was waiting for.
He ascended to heaven when he was less than a hundred years old, but he had been trapped in the Ascension Realm for two thousand years. Everyone thought that he could break through and become a powerful immortal at any time, but only Shang Wuyang himself knew that he had been unable to break free from this seemingly thin barrier for two thousand years.
Master once said that everyone who has ascended to immortality in the myriad realms has mastered a certain kind of law.
If you want to ascend to the fairyland, you must cultivate the power of the law to perfection.
However, although Shang Wuyang comprehended the power of the law under the guidance of his master, he was unable to cultivate it to perfection.
What he practiced was the law of death, or in other words, the law of killing.
To understand the true meaning of death in the midst of killing, and gradually cultivate to the point of controlling life and death, is one of the most mysterious and supreme laws in the world.
Everyone else in the sect thought that Shang Wuyang was practicing in seclusion on Juefeng Mountain, but in fact, he had been to countless lower realms with his master, but the purpose was not to learn how to get along with people, but to learn how to kill. He was hesitant at first, but when killing became his day-to-day practice, it seemed that all normal human emotions became blurred and faded, and only practice was important.
Wherever Shang Wuyang has set foot, it has become a purgatory of death.
In his eyes, those untouchables from the lower world who could not resist him were just like the wooden men used by young disciples in the Dongxuan Sect to practice. They were just tools on the road to cultivation.
However, even so, his power of laws still progressed slowly, and he gained nothing in the past few hundred years.
Since arriving in the Cloud Sea Realm, Shang Wuyang suddenly sensed an extremely familiar breath, as if water from the same source was echoing from afar, intimate yet strange.
He didn't know why, but a voice in his heart told him that this was his chance to perfect his Law of Killing!
Unfortunately, he had not been able to find that opportunity until the aura in the Yunhai Tower became more obvious again. Shang Wuyang immediately stopped killing in the Yunhai Tower and came out to look for that person.
The man in black held a sword and looked at the Yunhai Tower silently. The familiar atmosphere inside was getting stronger and stronger. Obviously, his opportunity was there.
At this time, others also noticed the abnormality and looked towards the Yunhai Tower.
Someone with sharp eyes shouted out first: "Fuck! Am I seeing right? This is Jieyun!"
“Oh my god, is there actually someone going through the ascension tribulation in the Cloud Sea Tower? Who is this ruthless person?”
It’s not that no one has been struck by the ascension lightning in the Yunhai Tower, but when going through the ascension tribulation, one almost completely concentrates on resisting the bursts of thunder. The most feared thing is that someone is plotting against them from the side. If someone comes to challenge them from behind, wouldn’t that be bad luck
What's even more terrible is that this calamity cloud is too big! The terrifying shadow it cast alone has already enveloped the entire Yunhai Tower. The lightning that this thing strikes must be very thick and long!
Many people died under the thunder of ascension. Some people held on and tried to survive two more thunders to strengthen their bodies, but more people could not withstand the thunder at all. They were struck to death before they could ascend into the void to avoid the thunder.
It's very miserable.
Someone stood with his hands behind his back, sighing at the calamity cloud: "Such a terrible thunder, I think another Taoist friend will die."
"Why the hell are you still standing here sighing? Run away!"
The monks who were setting up stalls near the Cloud Sea Tower had already quickly packed up their things and ran away. Who wants to be unlucky enough to be hit by the Jieyun? It's not their Ascension Thunder, so they won't get any benefit from being struck by it.
Wen Yun took a deep breath. She did not take a step back. Instead, she walked towards Yunhai Tower firmly.
The little girl was stunned and shouted desperately behind her: "Girl! The thunder is about to strike over there, come back quickly!"
However, Wen Yun pretended not to hear and continued moving forward.
It was not until a familiar figure stepped out of the Yunhai Tower that she breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped forward to grab his hand.
"Are you okay?"
After seeing Wen Yun, Ye Shubai's eyes softened a little, and he said soothingly: "The thunder hasn't come yet, so I'm fine."
However, he frowned slightly and said seriously, "But now the thunder is coming, there are too many people here, I am afraid that others will be hurt by mistake, I have to find a secluded place."
Wen Yun certainly had no objection and immediately said, "I have already found an uninhabited cloud island. Let's go back now."
Everyone around knew that Ye Shubai was going to undergo a tribulation, and when they heard that he was planning to leave Yunhai City in order not to implicate others, they all bowed their hands to indicate. After all, it was not allowed to take action in Yunhai City, and it was actually safer to undergo a tribulation in the city. If he went outside the city, there was no guarantee that someone would not plot against him.
He was a somewhat immoral person in the past. Because he had too many enemies, he came to Yunhai City specifically to ascend. After accidentally injuring innocent people in the thunder, he ascended to heaven and ran away as if nothing had happened.
Everyone is quite friendly towards people who speak moral principles.
"I wish you a step ahead in ascending to the Great Dao!"
"Congratulations, fellow Taoist!"
However, amidst all the congratulations, a discordant and cold voice suddenly came out.
"What is the path you are practicing?"