After stepping into a magic circle, the scene in front of Wen Yun suddenly changed.
Clearly, he was in the Wanbao Pavilion old store with simple decorations in the previous second, but the next moment the scene before his eyes turned into an extremely luxurious attic in the sky. Auspicious clouds were floating around, and green mountains could be seen in the distance. He could vaguely feel the moist mist being blown on his face by the wind.
The stewards stopped walking, and the leader smiled respectfully, "Dear guest, please come in, the master is waiting upstairs."
Wen Yun, who originally just wanted to buy a stick, never expected that he would be surrounded by a group of people and taken to the top floor without even a chance to refuse. But as the saying goes, since you are here, it would be a pity not to take a look around.
Moreover... She also wanted to know where her sword spirit came from. She wanted to know why the Wan family, one of the four major families, was so respectful when it took out a key.
Wen Yun held the wooden stick in one hand and the key in the other. Although his pocket was empty, his posture was still calm and elegant, with a meaningful smile on his lips.
"interesting… "
She walked towards the attic on those empty clouds. There was a bottomless abyss under the clouds, but she was not afraid at all and took every step steadily and calmly.
Because Wen Yun saw that the dangerous peaks and flowing clouds before them were all illusions created by the spiritual formation, only that attic was real, and they were actually still on the top floor of Wanbao Pavilion!
"This illusion array was set up by our Wan family's ascended ancestor. Those who enter the pavilion for the first time either use magic weapons to pass through or use spiritual power to test it. You are the second person who dares to walk through it directly."
The white-haired old man sitting in the attic smiled and nodded: "You are very brave."
Actually, it's not bold.
Illusions are things that confuse the mind. For Wen Yun, her martial arts skills are trash in the top level of the cultivation world, but her mental power... Sorry, everyone here is trash.
But such a reason could not be stated directly, so Wen Yun could only accept the bold statement and politely greeted the old man: "Hello, old sir."
The old man asked her to sit down without even raising his head. The little Taoist boy beside him came forward obediently to pour tea and water. After a while, he raised his eyelids lazily and said, "You look unfamiliar. Which family are you from?"
"Qingliu Sword Sect."
"Eh..."
A hint of doubt flashed in the old man's eyes: "I have seen Liu Zhengxu's daughter, and she doesn't look your age. Could it be that he got another daughter? Or are you his new disciple?"
"I am not the headmaster's daughter, nor am I his apprentice."
Wen Yun took the cup and took a sip of tea. As the spiritual tea took a sip, the light fragrance lingered on the tip of his tongue, leaving an endless aftertaste.
Sure enough, it was the right thing to do. I probably got my money's worth out of these two cups of tea.
When the old man heard that Wen Yun was not Liu Zhengxu's daughter, he frowned and said, "My friend, can you lend me your key?"
He already had some suspicion that the people below had seen it wrong, but seeing that the little girl was not surprised by the honor, he admired her very much and did not lose his temper.
But when the small key was placed on the table, the old man's eyes, which seemed to be about to fall asleep, suddenly opened wide and gleamed with brilliance.
His hand trembled, and he almost dropped the key. He quickly held it carefully, his voice trembling: "My friend, what is your relationship with Master Ye? How come you have his key!"
Wen Yun knew that the only master with the surname Ye was her nominal master. She didn't know whether the other party was an enemy or a friend, so she said vaguely: "I am a disciple of the Tenth Peak."
The old man took a deep breath and hurriedly called to the boy, "Hurry up and serve the distinguished guest some good tea."
He looked at Wen Yun again, his eyes eagerly asking, "May I ask if Master Ye has come out of retreat? Is his injury healed? Can I accompany you to visit him?"
After Wen Yun said that he was just a disciple accepted by his senior brother on behalf of his master, the old man's two long white eyebrows drooped dejectedly: "That's right... If he came out of seclusion, how could those people be silent?"
He sighed, "This key can only be kept if it is given by the owner. No one can steal it. It seems that Master Ye gave it to your senior brother, and he gave it to you."
Wen Yun: ... I was desperately looking for an excuse just now, how come you found one for me in the blink of an eye
The ancestor of the Wan family whispered a few words to the little Taoist boy, who quickly presented a thin book.
"My Wan family has traveled to every corner of the cultivation world and collected a lot of intelligence. This one records the information of the geniuses who will be attending this conference. I will give it to you for your review."
The old man handed over the booklet and said slowly, "There is one more thing I need to tell you, my friend. This sword contest is different from the past. In addition to getting secret manuals and magic weapons, the top ten can also enter the Xuantian Secret Realm for one month! It is said that the Xuantian Secret Realm was left by the immortals from the upper realms, and there are opportunities to ascend to heaven, so the competition among the various sects is particularly fierce this time."
He took out several jade boxes and said, "I received great kindness from Master Ye in my early years. His disciple is going to participate in the sword-fighting competition, and I will do my utmost to help him."
The moment the jade box was opened, the entire attic was lit up with brilliant light, and the light made the room look like a fairyland.
Wen Yun said sternly: "I won't accept the reward without any merit, please take it back, senior."
The ancestor of the Wan family then smiled shrewdly: "Don't be polite, my friend. Your master deposited tens of millions of spiritual jade with me. I will give you a small amount. It is not expensive to buy these priceless magic weapons."
Wen Yun: "..."
Just now, from his tone, I thought these were gifts...
Wen Yun took a glance and found that the magic weapons in the jade box required spiritual power to activate, so she could not use them at all. Besides, it would be fine to just put her name as an apprentice, but it would be too much to waste other people's spiritual jade.
She was about to refuse, but Ye Shubai, who had been standing quietly beside her for a long time, suddenly said, "Take them all."
The two of them had a spiritual imprint, and Wen Yun was still the dominant party, so she directly rejected it in her mind: "I am thin-skinned and I would never steal an old man's money."
Ye Shubai was once again stumped by the old man's words. He was silent for a moment before speaking: "He didn't lie. These are the magic weapons that Wanbao Pavilion does not sell. You can buy them first and return them to Ye Shubai later."
After that, he used his spiritual power to open Wen Yun's mustard seed bag and put all the jade boxes into it. Wen Yun saw his skillful packing skills and thought he was from the same school as his second senior brother...
The old ancestor of the Wan family was amazed and said, "I noticed that you had no spiritual power, but I didn't expect it was just a trick. The disciples of Master Ye are indeed full of hidden talents."
She turned away in shame: "You are too kind."
Before leaving, the old elder of the Wan family suddenly said: "My friend."
Wen Yun turned around.
He said sternly: "Remember, if anyone asks you about Ye Shubai again, you should say that he has died of old age. Remember, remember!"
After saying this, without waiting for Wen Yun's response, he bowed towards the east from a distance, sighed, and disappeared.
Wen Yun was brought down by the little boy himself. When Leng Yanyan, who had been waiting downstairs, saw her coming out, she immediately came forward and asked, "Sister, how did you get up there?"
Wen Yun said honestly: "Just walk up."
Leng Yanyan looked at her brother and said, "Is the top floor now open to ordinary guests? Otherwise, how could an ordinary disciple like her go up there?"
Leng Li frowned and said, "The sword fighting meeting is about to begin. We must make plans early. Let's go to the top floor to buy some magic weapons!"
The two of them followed the child upstairs. When they were about to step into the top floor, the child turned back and said politely: "Stop, you two. Only distinguished guests are allowed to enter the attic."
Leng Yanyan said softly: "Brother, you let that sister in, why don't you let me in? I also have a close relationship with the Qingliu Sword Sect, and the mistress of the Xie family is my aunt..."
She only thought that Wen Yun became a distinguished guest because he was born in the Qingliu Sword Sect, so she smiled and told him her family background.
Leng Li: "I am the second son of the Leng family..."
After a while, Wen Yun, who had already walked out of Wanbao Pavilion, heard the sound and turned back, and saw the Leng brothers and sisters who were thrown out from the upstairs.
Ugh, it hurts just looking at it.
After returning to the inn, Wen Yun grabbed the hand of his sword spirit and said seriously: "I know your identity, you are Ye Shubai..."
A trace of surprise flashed across Ye Shubai's elegant face, and when he was about to reveal his identity—
"…the sword spirit."
He pursed his lips and said nothing, staring at Wen Yun with a slightly complicated look.
She doesn't seem very smart.
This really can’t be blamed on Wen Yun.
Ye Shubai emerged from the Delonix Regia tree. His first appearance was the most common way for a wood spirit to appear. The aura on his body was exactly the same as that of the Delonix Regia tree. Moreover, only his master could see this, which was truly a standard characteristic of a sword spirit.
The most important thing is that the senior brothers kept calling him "Master", which directly led to Wen Yun's portrayal of his image going in a completely opposite direction.
"I heard from my fellow brothers that Senior Ye often used wooden swords. I guess it was made from your flamboyant tree. The reason why it's only a small tree now is because it was chopped down, and new seedlings sprouted from the roots, right?"
What she said was true. Ye Shubai sighed imperceptibly and nodded.
The sword he used was indeed a phoenix wood sword. When he was dying, he had to transform into a spirit and hide in the wood sword to recuperate in order to avoid the seal of those people. Then he absorbed the energy of the wood sword and it was exhausted and decayed and regenerated. He also gradually woke up under Wen Yun's light magic day after day.
So Wen Yun was right when he said that he was the spirit of the flamboyant tree.
Moreover, it is not convenient for him to reveal his identity now, so perhaps it would be more appropriate for him to stay by her side as a sword spirit.
Finally, Ye Shubai finally accepted this identity: "Yes, I am his sword spirit."
He pursed his lips tightly, his throat rolled, and the lie came out with great difficulty.
Wen Yun had a look of "as expected" on his face: "I think this key was also given to you by Senior Ye. When he comes out of seclusion, remember to return the things you bought today to him..."
After asking him to help open the mustard seed sacs, Wen Yun took out the jade boxes and began to count the things inside. Wanbao Pavilion had excellent after-sales service, and there was even a small instruction manual inside.
"The Purple Mist Bell is a magical weapon of the Transformation God level. It can dispel all kinds of illusions."
"Red Fire Mysterious Orchid, a divine-level medicinal herb that can stop bleeding, regenerate flesh and revive bones."
"The Mysterious Mirror is a magical weapon of the Tribulation-level that can conceal one's body shape and aura."
…
There were still a lot of iron ore left for sword-making. I guess the old man of the Wan family took them out specially because he saw that she was a sword practitioner. It was a pity that she couldn't use it.
These are indeed rare treasures that could make countless cultivators risk their lives for them. If it weren't for repaying Ye Shubai's favor, Wanbao Pavilion would never have taken them out.
Wen Yun reached inside again, but this time she didn't feel the jade box. Instead, she took out a moon-white skirt, which was the one she was reluctant to buy.
She looked surprised and turned back to stare at Ye Shubai: "How did this skirt end up in a mustard seed bag?"
Ye Shubai frowned slightly: "Don't like it?"
I like it, but no matter how much I like it, I can’t steal it!
Wen Yun swallowed these words. She thought, he was just a spirit, how could he understand the ways of the world? He stole the skirt back for her.
She said tactfully, "I like it, thank you, but we can't do such immoral things. I'm going to borrow some spiritual jade from my brothers now, and we'll go back together."
Ye Shubai understood the meaning of her words and glanced at the nervous Wen Yun: "I left a hundred spirit jades in the store when I took it away."
He was not as stingy as his three disciples, and could still afford a hundred pieces of top-grade spiritual jade.
Wen Yun felt relieved, but then shook his head again: "Sword spirits are not like cultivators. It's not easy for you to save money. This skirt is too expensive. Let's return it."
Ye Shubai looked down at her.
In front of outsiders, she always looks cold and aloof, but in private she is kind and lovely.
The pair of clear eyes just looked at him, and it was obvious that she liked the skirt very much, but she put it down considerately.
His chest felt slightly hot from being stared at by those eyes, so he turned his face away and stopped looking: "No need, just give me the staff back after you make it."
After saying that, he went back into the flamboyant tree. Wen Yun had no choice but to give up and carefully put away her skirt.
Save your beautiful new dress for when there are more people around!
She always felt that she had taken advantage of the sword spirit, so she stayed indoors on the cloud boat for the following days and devoted herself to making this light magic wand for him. No matter how her senior brothers urged her to do so, she refused to go out to practice swordplay.
On the day when the magic wand was completed, the cloud boat slowly landed on the sea, and a fairy island was looming in the distance.
We have arrived at Fubuki Island.