After entering the island, each sect and faction was led to settle in different villas.
As the Qingliu Sword Sect members walked along, except for the elder leading the group, everyone else looked up to see the beautiful and romantic scenery along the way.
The Sword Sect has many dangerous peaks and tall trees. Although there are also flowers and plants, it is far inferior to the Fubuki Island covered with a sea of flowers.
"There is no snow on Fubuki Island. It is spring all year round here. The mountains and fields are full of cherry blossoms. When the wind blows, it looks like snow falling all over the sky, hence the name Fubuki Island." Senior Sister Meng Ran explained to everyone in a gentle voice.
"Look at the lights on these trees. I guess they are also spiritual formations that Fubuki Island has specially set up for nighttime flower viewing. It's really a clever idea."
Senior Sister Meng Ran's appreciation obviously pleased the disciple from Chuixue Island who led the way. He had a smug smile on his face, thinking that this group of sword cultivators actually knew some elegance...
Then, several straight men behind him stared at him with their swords in their arms, and began to praise him roughly—
"nice."
"sharp."
And then it was gone.
If you want these soulless sword cultivators to compose poems in praise of flowers, you will never be able to do that in this lifetime. But if you replace the flowers with swords, they might be able to write a book called "Three Hundred Love Poems in the World of Cultivation".
It was not until the disciples from Chuixue Island took them to their place of residence and left with cold faces that Senior Brother Bao Pilong asked curiously, "Wasn't everything fine on the way here just now? Why did he act like we owed him money just now?"
Wen Yun replied ashamedly: "We must have forgotten to invite him to dine with us!"
Senior Sister Meng Ran stared at this group of unromantic junior sisters and brothers with complicated eyes.
The advantage of a genius is concentration, and the disadvantage is being too focused. Wen Yun is really reluctant to spend more time thinking about things that are not related to cultivation.
On the morning of the second day after arriving at Fubuki Island, Wen Yun yawned continuously with her hands covering her lips. She couldn't help the habit she had developed over hundreds of years and got up late last night to study magic again.
Ye Shubai looked at the stack of paper she had just drawn: "What is this?"
"On the way here, I found that there are formations everywhere on Fubuki Island." Wen Yun casually pointed to the lights over there and said, "Look, that light will automatically go out when it's light, and light up again when it's dark. This is the same formation as the one on the cherry tree outside. Also, there are soundproof formations in every room."
She listed a few more examples, and finally spread out the paper beside her with excitement: "I studied all these formations thoroughly last night. When the time comes, we can set up some on the tenth peak as well."
There is an unwritten rule in the art of formations: if you crack a formation, you have the right to use it. However, the formations on Fubuki Island have always been tricky and strange. They always cracked other people's formations and moved them back to Fubuki Island, but they never thought that one day they would be emptied by the sword cultivators they despised.
The formations in the two worlds were similar yet completely different. Wen Yun was now like a mouse that had fallen into a granary, contentedly solving more than a dozen spiritual formations.
Seeing Ye Shubai staring at the magic circle intently, she simply gave him all the formations she had drawn: "I'm very sleepy, I'm going to take a nap first, remember to call me for lunch..."
Before she could finish, the rough and loud voice of Senior Brother Zhu Erchong was heard from outside.
"Junior Sister Wen!"
Wen Yun opened the door and spoke first with a serious face: "Brother Zhu, I have finished sword practice before dawn. You can practice on your own today."
Zhu Erchong was shocked: "Junior sister is working so hard, I am too lazy!"
The other brothers also praised: "You are worthy of being the light of sword cultivation, Junior Sister Wen. I will definitely follow your footsteps tomorrow!"
"Junior Sister Wen, remember to call me at 1:00 AM tomorrow!"
Wen Yun: “…”
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that.
Fortunately, Zhu Erchong spoke again: "We will talk about sword practice tomorrow. Junior Sister Wen, we are not here to practice sword with you today."
"What is that?"
Zhu Erchong's dark face flushed slightly, and he whispered, "Junior sister, do you still have any spiritual jade on you?"
The other brothers behind him also had expectations in their eyes.
Wen Yun did not disappoint them. She generously took out all her belongings, and the brothers' eyes lit up instantly!
However, the next moment, the two dim, low-grade spiritual jades stunned everyone for a moment, and finally looked at Wen Yun dumbfoundedly: "That's it?"
She had no choice but to nod in shame: "That's all."
Although the sword cultivators are all poor, after all, they are all direct disciples of the three major sects, so there is no way they can be so poor.
So the brothers kept silent, and with sympathy on their faces, they took out some spiritual jade and stuffed it into Wen Yun's hand: "This should be enough, Junior Sister Wen, let's go, the brothers will help you make a fortune."
"Get rich?"
Wen Yun never expected that the getting rich that his senior brothers talked about was actually gambling, but the bet was not on cards, but on who would win the first place in this sword-fighting competition.
The third son of the Wan family, who was the banker, tempted the crowd with a very seductive tone: "This is the top 100 strength list of this sword competition. It only takes one high-quality spirit stone to place a bet. If you bet on a dark horse, hey, it may turn into thousands or even tens of thousands of spirit stones!"
"But Wansan, I don't think your odds are high!"
Wan San narrowed his eyes, looked at the person who was speaking, and laughed: "That's because his strength is recognized as strong. Isn't it a very safe thing to bet on him? The odds are not high, but if you bet thousands of times, it will soon be high. This is a business that does not require capital. If you miss this opportunity, you will miss it forever!"
The man was inspired by what he had heard, and finally picked up a copy of the list: "Give me one, I'll take a closer look and see who is the top one."
There were also many people shouting for it nearby.
Wan San raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet: "Shut up! I'll tell you a number—"
He looked around and picked up a stack of books: "A piece of top-grade spiritual jade... one book!"
Many monks took out their mustard seed bags to buy books. Even Senior Brother Bao Pilong mixed in with the crowd and bought a copy. "Come on, senior brothers, let's see who can make a fortune!"
Wen Yun also leaned over to take a look. This booklet was somewhat similar to the one given to her by the Wan family's ancestor, but it was far less detailed than that thin booklet. It only listed each person's name and sect, as well as a few simple sentences about their strength.
The strength of the people is also ranked according to the order in most people's minds.
The Qingliu Sword Sect is the most powerful of the three major sects, and several sword practitioners who came to participate in the sword debate are at the forefront, of course, except Wen Yun.
"The first one is Jiang Si!"
Jiang Si showed his prowess when he broke the formation yesterday. He slashed fifteen times with terrifying power. Moreover, his cultivation level of the peak Jindan stage was the highest among the contestants, and he ranked first, which was convincing.
"Damn it! This year our sword cultivator was outclassed by the knife cultivator! I don't want to suppress him!"
"Hey, the second one is our junior brother Xie!"
Wen Yun raised his eyelids slightly, and sure enough, he saw Xie Mi'an's name in the second place.
"Xie Mi'an of the Qingliu Sword Sect, 20 years old, the youngest son of the Xie family, unknown when young, but one day he became famous throughout the world for his golden elixir."
Just a few words summarized the fame and status that Xie Mi'an enjoys today. Now everyone in the world knows this most amazing and talented young genius.
She lowered her eyes as if nothing had happened, hiding the fierce murderous intent that flashed across her eyes.
However, the senior brothers did not intend to put pressure on Xie Mi'an, and they were not even prepared to put pressure on their own family members.
They explained: "We don't have many spiritual jades. Even if we bet on the first names, we won't make much money. It's not enough to repair the sword once. It's better to bet on the last ones. Maybe we can make a lot of money!"
"… "
For a moment, Wen Yun didn't know whether he should praise them for being smart.
As a result, when I flipped through the booklet, the last name listed was "Wen Yun"
"Wen Yun from the Qingliu Sword Sect, fifteen years old, no cultivation, good at formations."
The sword cultivators looked up at Wen Yun's odds and were immediately filled with joy: "Junior Sister Wen, no one is betting on you! Your odds are now more than three hundred times!"
When others see that Wen Yun has no cultivation, they will not bet on her even if they want to choose a dark horse.
But the people of Qingliu Sword Sect were different. They had already witnessed Wen Yun's powerful and terrifying strength in the sect competition. Who among these direct disciples didn't have a master who was a master of the Spiritualization Stage? They had long known that Wen Yun had mastered the legendary sword intent transformation.
That is the ultimate in the legendary kendo!
When Junior Sister Wen first mastered the sword power and transformed herself, she overthrew Senior Sister Liu, who was once the sect's number one prodigy. Now, she gets up before the cock crows every day to practice swordplay. Wouldn't she be even more powerful than before
In their opinion, Junior Sister Wen is not even worse than Junior Brother Xie who is ranked second!
Therefore, they have already started planning how to spend their money after they get rich...
"Doesn't that mean that if I suppress Junior Sister Wen, I can buy a piece of Hades Iron to reforge my beloved sword after the sword contest?"
"Hahaha, I don't like the Dark Iron anymore. I want to buy a piece of Millennium Flame Stone to reforge the sword!"
Wen Yun looked at this group of people helplessly as they happily ran to Wan San. You put in two pieces, I put in three pieces, and they actually placed more than a thousand bets on her, which immediately made her worth a lot of money.
Seeing that Wen Yun's odds were close to those of the top ten, some confused cultivators were puzzled: "Who bet on Wen Yun? Is she not in a clear mind? Even if she has money, she can't spend it carelessly. Can't she see that she has no cultivation?"
"Hey, maybe he is suppressing himself just to save face."
They all came in later and didn't know that it was Wen Yun who broke the formation yesterday. However, even if they knew, it didn't mean they would suppress Wen Yun.
After all, without cultivation, no matter how profound your attainments in formations are, you can't beat others.
Wen Yun didn't care about such gossip, but his fellow brothers were furious.
Senior Sister Meng Ran glared at the people who were talking, drew her sword swiftly, passed over the heads of the two men, picked up the mustard seed sac with the sword and handed it to Wan San.
"There are still three thousand high-grade spiritual jades in it. I'll suppress Wen Yun!"
Senior Brother Zhu was stunned: "Senior Sister Mengran, I asked you to borrow money this morning, and you said you didn't have any!"
Senior Sister Meng Ran's eyes were wandering and she pretended not to hear.
Senior Sister Meng Ran was not the only one who hid the money.
Shen Xinghai, who had been silent all the time, strode forward and used his shoulder to push away the two people who had just laughed at Wen Yun. His eyes were as cold and sharp as his sword.
"Get out of the way!"
He took out a handful of high-quality spiritual jade and said in a deep voice: "One thousand bets, I'll bet on Wen Yun too!"
Suddenly, Wen Yun became a popular contestant!
Senior Brother Zhu looked at her odds plummeting and was heartbroken: "If you two suddenly bet so much, how can I earn money from the Millennium Flame Stone? How can I strengthen my sword?"
Shen Xinghai whispered: "I just can't stand the way they look down on others."
Zhu Erchong was still heartbroken, but he said nothing more. He just pulled Wen Yun and said, "Junior Sister Wen, let's go. I'll practice sword skills with you! This time we can only win and not lose!"
Wen Yun raised the corners of her lips slightly, and she felt a layer of warmth rising in her heart, which made her no longer sleepy at all.
"Okay, even if it costs me my life, I will win back the spiritual jade from my brothers this time!"
This scene of deep affection between the senior and junior brothers was very touching, but it was seen by the onlookers—
"This group of sword cultivators are really powerful but simple-minded. They actually wasted thousands of spirit jade just for the sake of face!"
Just as Wen Yun and the others were about to leave, a mustard seed sac suddenly appeared out of nowhere next to Wan San's hand, with a note on it -
"Pressure Wenyun, 10,000 top-grade spiritual jades."
Wan San looked at the shining top-grade jades in astonishment, and his voice became sharp as he repeated: "Boss is generous! Ten thousand top-grade jades, one million bets, bet on Wen Yun to win!"
The name Wen Yun immediately surpassed Jiang Si and became the number one favorite this time!
The crowd was shocked, and even the brothers began to wonder who was so foresighted as to rob them of their money.
Wen Yun turned back in a daze, only to see Ye Shubai walking slowly towards him against the flow of people.
She stared at him in astonishment: "You are actually interested in this kind of thing?"
Ye Shubai's expression was indifferent: "Not interested."
After a pause, he added without any context: "I'm not used to it either."
I can't stand seeing the person I'm supposed to protect being mocked and humiliated by others.
Wen Yun understood, and his originally cold face turned into a beautiful smile, as if it had just snowed.
The man in white under the flower trees in the distance also heard the commotion here. He had just glanced at it unintentionally, but when he saw the smiling face clearly, he suddenly froze in place.
After a faint feeling of ecstasy, endless fear and coldness immediately rose up, chilling his blood and soul, making him almost lose all consciousness.
He moved his lips tremblingly and uttered two words silently.
"Xiaojiu..."