On the day when Lu Qiansui was knocked off the stage, Wen Yun had his first meal of meat after arriving at the Tenth Peak, which was beggar's chicken made by his second senior brother.
The Tenth Peak was very shabby, and the three senior brothers didn't look like people who would raise chickens, so Wen Yun was a little suspicious of its origin.
"It's a pheasant I hunted when I came back." Xu Wanfeng explained calmly and then knocked open the dried mud to reveal the chicken inside. It was worthy of being a chicken from the world of cultivation. You could smell its tempting aroma before you even put it in your mouth.
"Thank you for your hard work, Junior Sister. Have a chicken leg." Xu Wanfeng pulled a leg with a claw and handed it to Wen Yun.
Wen Yun stared at the "chicken leg" that was longer than his arm and was silent for a moment. Isn't this a crane leg
"You hunted this from the First Peak, right?"
The origin of this crane is very clear. After all, no one in the Qingliu Sword Sect raises cranes except Xie Mi'an. I wonder what his expression would be when he came back and saw that his bird was gone.
However, Wen Yun enjoyed the meal so much that when the senior brother came over, only a piece of bird neck was left.
Sure enough, Yue Xingzhou didn't even look at the bird's neck, but stared at her with burning eyes: "Junior Sister Wen, you are so amazing! You defeated the Third Peak's eldest disciple with just one move!"
He was praising her sincerely, but Wen Yun felt unworthy of it.
She wiped the oil stains from the corners of her mouth and explained seriously: "The main reason is that he had no defense against me, just like the sneak attack on Second Senior Brother that day. If he had been more prepared, this wouldn't have happened."
She means it.
The original body's swordsmanship was indeed terrifying, but after all, she couldn't use spiritual power without the golden elixir, and she was only at the level of an intermediate magician now. In terms of combat power, her level was similar to that of the golden elixir. If she really fought against Lu Qiansui, the outcome would be hard to determine.
But it was precisely because she used magic power instead of spiritual power that Lu Qiansui was caught off guard.
It’s like in the era of cold weapons, everyone was staring at the distance between the two of them, but who knew that she would take out a gun and shoot the other person directly.
Yue Xingzhou thought she was being modest. He sighed slightly, his eyes complicated. “Actually, I have something to ask you. If it’s inconvenient for you, you don’t have to mention it.”
"Excuse me, Senior Brother."
"You have obviously lost all your cultivation, so why are you still able to use sword energy?"
"..." No, that was really a knockback technique, a useless magic with extremely low offensive power. Why do people who have seen it say that it is a sword energy that can only be used in the Jindan stage
Wen Yun couldn't explain the truth, but seeing so many people using "sword energy" on her, she felt that she had to find a reasonable reason.
She held her wooden stick, and suddenly another figure holding a wooden sword appeared in her mind.
So Wen Yun spoke.
"After I drifted to the Qingliu Sword Sect, a senior taught me the mysterious sword technique in my dream."
Stories about immortals entering dreams and granting immortality are very popular in the world of cultivation. Although no one has ever encountered this, it does not affect everyone's dreams and hope for adventures.
Xu Wanfeng chuckled, then took the bird's neck and bit it, with an expression of obvious disbelief on his face.
Yue Xingzhou, on the other hand, had a serious expression on his face, thinking: "Could it be one of the three seniors who have ascended to heaven in the sect? Junior Sister Wen, please describe the appearance of that senior."
So Wen Yun had to speak up: "I didn't see the senior's appearance clearly, I just remember that he had black hair and white clothes, and he was holding a wooden sword in his hand."
She said seriously, "That's why I insist on using a wooden sword."
"Snap"
The bird's neck fell to the ground. Xu Wanfeng didn't speak for a long time. Yue Xingzhou was also silent. If you look closely, you can see that his hands are trembling slightly.
Wen Yun keenly noticed that their reactions were a bit strange, and asked curiously: "Brother, is there anything wrong?"
After a long silence, Yue Xingzhou took a deep breath.
"Junior Sister Wen, there is only one senior in the entire cultivation world who can teach you swordsmanship and use a wooden sword."
Wen Yun's eyelids twitched. Is there really such a person? Could it be that the person she saw at that time was from the cultivation world
"You should be talking about our master."
Wen Yun never thought that he was just using the excuse of a person he accidentally saw in the turbulence of time and space, but he accurately pointed to the owner of the Tenth Peak.
He was probably of the same generation as the Grand Elder, a 700-year-old man who took the sword seriously, loved drinking and was a playboy.
Although Wen Yun felt that the young man he saw was definitely not the old man, his two senior brothers were convinced of it.
Xu Wanfeng was no longer in the mood to laugh and joke, and he told Wen Yun about his master in a muffled voice.
“You may not know that our master reached the Nascent Soul stage at the age of 100 and the Tribulation Crossing stage at the age of 200. He is a true genius swordsman. So if he teaches you his peerless swordsmanship, that would be right.”
Wen Yun was really shocked this time.
She now has some understanding of the world of cultivation, and knows how rare it is to be in the Tribulation Period.
As one of the three major sects, the Qingliu Sword Sect has only two supreme elders who have reached the Tribulation Crossing Stage. The strength of the other two sects is also almost the same. As for the Xie family where Xie Mi'an is, they only have one ancestor who has reached the Tribulation Crossing Stage.
In the magical world, he would be the great sorcerer second only to the God of Magic. Of course, Wen Yun should also be considered the God of Magic after he created the forbidden spell, but it's a pity that he is dead and nothing is left.
This was the first time that Wen Yun heard about the deeds of his master Ye Shubai from his senior brothers. But what was strange was that according to them, Ye Shubai should have been revered as the savior by the entire cultivation world. How did he end up like this
Yue Xingzhou's expression was extremely grim. "We don't know the details either. At that time, we brothers and sisters were fighting with the demon cultivators. We were seriously injured and closed for nearly a hundred years. After we came out, no one mentioned the sacrifice of our master. Instead, all the credit fell on the group of people who advocated reconciliation with the demon cultivators, which are now the three respected sects and four major families."
Xu Wanfeng avoided the unpleasant memories and asked, "It seems that Junior Sister Wen's admission to my Tenth Peak is destiny, and since Master has entered my dream to teach me the sword, doesn't that mean that he will soon come out of seclusion?"
This topic successfully aroused Yue Xingzhou's interest, and the gazes of the two of them looking at Wen Yun became extremely burning, just like the way the third senior brother looked at his sword.
"Junior Sister Wen, if you dream of Master again after you fall asleep tonight, please remember to say hello to him for us!"
As he was talking, Xu Wanfeng had already taken out a bottle of pills from his mustard seed capsule, staring at Wen Yun and eagerly introducing: "One of these pills can stun even a bear within three seconds, Junior Sister, why don't you try it now?"
Wen Yun's scalp tingled from being stared at, but fortunately Yue Xingzhou next to him still had some sense and stopped his junior fellow apprentice from doing such evil.
But before leaving, he couldn't help but look back and gently and considerately reminded her: "Junior sister, it's getting late, you should also go to bed early."
She looked up at the sky speechlessly. The sun hadn't even set yet!
Who would have thought that just a casual excuse would lead to so many misunderstandings
Yes, now no one doubts why she can use sword energy, and no one says her magic wand is weird anymore.
But the fellow practitioners now all felt that the old master was about to wake up, and they had inadvertently developed such expectations, so she couldn't bear to expose it.
Wen Yun sighed. Even though he was weighed down with worries, he was still careful while carving the five thousand year old fire fir wood in his hand.
The direct disciples have returned, and the next opponents in the inner sect competition will all be masters.
Not every Jindan is as easy to attack as Lu Qiansui, so she must prepare her weapons for tomorrow.
The two magic wands before were not the type that Wen Yun liked. In addition, the materials were slightly inferior to the firewood and poinciana, so the production process was not very sophisticated. Wen Yun simply cut them into sticks and casually imprinted spiritual symbols on them.
But the firewood was different. It was a good wood that she had nurtured with magic over the past few months, and even the wood had to be cut carefully.
Wen Yun originally wanted to make the fire fir wood into a magic wand shape, but this seemed a bit out of place in the world of cultivation, so she carved it into a wooden sword.
A stick without a blade or edge, looking like both a stick and a sword.
Wen Yun held it and slowly used his mental power to leave his own mark on the new wand.
Just when her mental power was fully developed, a strange wave suddenly came.
It was an extremely powerful yet gentle wave, without any aggressiveness, but its presence was extremely strong.
Wen Yun was stunned, touched the firewood wand, and wondered: "You don't have a wand spirit, do you?"
When a sword cultivator's sword becomes powerful enough, it may give rise to a sword spirit; a magician's staff may also give rise to a staff spirit.
For example, the dragon bone staff that Wen Yun used before, the staff spirit is a golden dragon, and its existence can even allow Wen Yun to cast advanced spells instantly.
Therefore, any capture of the staff spirit must not be missed!
Wen Yun gripped the magic wand tightly and began to sense the spirit of the fire fir wood wand with all his heart and soul.
The moment her mental power unfolded again, a golden light suddenly bloomed, instantly illuminating her spiritual sea of consciousness, and the next moment, she knew.
The fluctuation did not come from the firewood, but from the small poinciana sapling on the windowsill.
She stared at the Delonix regia. Although it still looked like an ordinary tree, it had grown much stronger under her careful care during this period.
At this moment, its leaves are emitting a faint golden light, as if something is about to break out of the cocoon.
Wen Yun was shocked: "It's worthy of being a royal poinciana tree. It's already spiritual even before it's made into a magic wand?"
She carefully reached out her hand and touched the leaves. Suddenly, the leaves of the royal poinciana tree burst into a strong light, and then -
A figure suddenly appeared and then fell in front of her.
Even someone as calm as Wen Yun was shocked and unable to react for a long time. He stood there holding his wand and forgot to move.
The moment she saw the man's face clearly, she was slightly stunned.
The man's white clothes were dotted with bloodstains. His thick eyelashes looked as dark as ink against his extremely light skin, casting a light shadow on his eyelids, which was so beautiful that he looked like a butterfly spreading its wings.
He just kept his eyes closed, motionless as if he was in a deep sleep.
Wen Yun calmed down and looked at him carefully, then slowly approached with his wand in hand.
Just when she was almost touching this person, the other person's eyelids trembled slightly and he slowly opened his eyes.
The man raised his eyes to look at Wen Yun, his expression was indifferent and cold, but slowly, his slightly frowned brows gradually relaxed, and there seemed to be something strange in his eyes.
He spoke, and his extremely cold voice uttered a firm statement.
"We have met before."
Wen Yun nodded with a strange expression.
The person in front of me gradually overlapped with the figure walking on the snow in my memory.
This person seemed to be the one she had accumulated good karma for. Could it be that...
Was he reincarnated as a staff spirit to repay his gratitude