As the saying goes, those who are involved in the matter are often the most confused. Even geniuses like Wen Yun and Ye Shubai were blinded before.
Wen Yun stood beside the giant magic stone, a faint light reflected on his cheeks, his dark eyes never blinked, and he was completely lost in thought.
She completely forgot that there was another person beside her and just talked to herself facing the Philosopher's Stone.
"Why? Yes, why do things from the magic world appear in the world of cultivation?"
The world of cultivation is still dominated by spiritual power, and magic elements are pitifully scarce. Wen Yun has to chant spells painstakingly to absorb magic elements when using intermediate magic, and he cannot cast it instantly.
But why is it that in the holy place for cultivation, the Xuantian Secret Realm which is said to be created by immortals, the magical element is as rich as spiritual power, and there are so many things exclusive to the magic world
For example, the firewood and elderberry on the tenth peak are rare treasures for magicians, but in the world of cultivation, because they do not contain spiritual energy, they are even reduced to firewood.
Even the giant magic stone mountain in front of her was just a slightly prettier transparent stone in the eyes of ordinary monks.
Wen Yun circled around the Philosopher's Stone, still puzzled.
"There's no way these two things can be connected! They are two completely different cultivation systems. Could it be that those immortals are actually magicians? No, there is no trace of the cultivation world in the magic world at all."
Of course, Wen Yun knows everything in the magic world and is everyone's nightmare.
To be precise, she is not the scary one. After all, the homely wizard who studies magic in the wizard tower all day long is definitely not the type to cause trouble. The one who is hated is someone else... Long.
That’s right, it was the dragon spirit that loved to bite her head.
When it has nothing to do, it likes to fly out and hang around for a few days, and when it comes back, it will reveal the privacy of the bigwigs in the mainland to her.
For example, the Pope of Light must hug a cat when he sleeps at night, and the Dark Pope’s favorite pair of panties is pink lace.
Therefore, if someone from the cultivation world really ascended to the magic world, it is impossible for Wen Yun to not know about such a major event.
"So we first rule out the possibility that the upper world is the magic world, and then..."
Ye Shubai was already used to her absolute concentration when thinking about problems. Seeing Wen Yun pacing back and forth with her head down, he quickly put his hand in front of her forehead.
Wen Yun's head avoided hitting the stone and instead hit Ye Shubai's palm.
She looked up and blinked, then came back to her senses and looked at Ye Shubai intently.
The atmosphere was slightly charming and ambiguous for a moment, but the next moment, Wen Yun spoke.
"Do you think I look like the immortal you are talking about?"
The warmth in the air suddenly dissipated. If Senior Brother Zhu Erchong, who was born in the southwest, was here, he would definitely say, "I think you look like an immortal."
Fortunately, Wen Yun was asking Ye Shubai.
He actually looked up at her carefully for a moment and answered seriously, "Yes."
Wen Yun was stunned. Could it be that the immortal in the world of cultivation was really some god of magic
Ye Shubai said calmly, "It is said that immortals, both male and female, are born with stunning beauty, possessing boundless beauty that ordinary people dare not look directly at."
When she heard this, she was shocked: "Are you praising me for my good looks?"
However, the man looked at his nose and his heart, completely ignoring the question, and changed the subject: "But if you want to ask whether immortals use magic like you, the answer is no. They seem to be proficient in various weapons and their bodies are quite strong."
Ye Shubai's words made Wen Yun stunned, and she even forgot to care about the fact that he didn't praise her this time.
Wen Yun murmured, "Magicians cultivate their spiritual power to make their souls immortal; monks breathe in and out spiritual energy to refine and strengthen their spiritual power into a strong and invincible body."
The person on the other side quickly understood what she meant: "If you practice both—"
"Then the soul will be immortal and the body will be strong and invincible." Wen Yun took over the conversation and was stunned.
“Isn’t this the legendary immortal?”
After Wen Yun said this, she was silent for a long time. She seemed to have grasped some key point, but she couldn't get it.
Before Tu had time to tell Ye Shubai the vague guess in his mind, a tiny movement suddenly occurred.
Wen Yun narrowed his eyes and swallowed the unfinished words.
She said to Ye Shubai casually, "Please lend me your sword. I want to see if I can cut this stone out with my sword energy."
After taking the sword, Wen Yun, as usual, first swung the sword to make a beautiful sword flower, then turned his wrist, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and he flew up and slashed at the magic stone at an angle.
The moment the sword was slashed, Wen Yun felt a hint of warmth overflowing from his dantian, and then countless sharp golden air began to gather and wrap around the sword body, and even the surrounding air began to spread with a murderous aura.
This is sword energy! It is not a magic disguise, but the real sword energy belonging to the sword cultivator!
The sword fell towards the magic stone mountain with great force, but after the sword fell, the entire stone was not damaged at all.
This result was completely different from the terrifying momentum just now, and even looked a little ridiculous.
Wen Yun tapped the ground with her toes, lowered her head and silently put away the wooden sword, and her moon-white skirt also fell down obediently.
Without even turning her head, she said calmly, "I'm so sorry, I accidentally cut it off."
In an inconspicuous corner behind her, a figure fell down with a bang after losing his ability to hide. The blood from the small red dot between his eyebrows drew a red line on his face, which looked strangely beautiful.
The sharp sword energy that was supposed to chop at the Philosopher's Stone actually pierced right between his eyebrows!
There was still fear and shock in the man's eyes, which were wide open. It seemed that he could not understand until his death why this sword energy appeared before his eyes.
Wen Yun squatted down and kindly explained the doubts to the dead man: "It's like this, we found you when you followed me in, but we ignored you because you were too weak. Even if you just heard something you shouldn't have heard, I didn't plan to kill you, but how could you show murderous intent after hearing the secret and want to attack me?"
She kicked away the long bayonet in the man's hand. There was a green glow on it, and it was obvious that it was not a good thing.
"If you're curious about how you died, let me tell you."
She closed the dead man's eyes and said, "It's magic. My sword energy contains not only spiritual energy, but also spatial magic."
Just now Wen Yun was just trying it out, but he didn't expect that he could actually mix magic power with spiritual power and use them together!
She had studied time and space magic deeply, and although she couldn't master it completely, she had no problem controlling the sword energy to teleport in a small range. It was just her first time trying it, so she was still not very skilled in using it. For example, the wound on the man's forehead was a little crooked, and Wen Yun felt very uncomfortable.
So she turned her eyes away and stopped looking at the people on the ground. She counted the days with her fingers and then she remembered that the Xuantian Secret Realm was almost open.
I think this person heard the noise of the light arrow blasting the mine just now, and quietly followed in to kill people and steal treasures.
When she expressed her guess, she saw Ye Shubai staring at the person on the ground thoughtfully with a serious expression.
"What's wrong?"
"This is not a righteous cultivator, he is a demon cultivator."
Wen Yun took a look and saw that the man was clearly wearing the most common clothing of the righteous path, and it even looked a little familiar.
Ye Shubai twisted the man's head, revealing the hidden area behind his neck, but he saw a black snake with wings tattooed on it, which was quite weird.
"Sure enough." Ye Shubai frowned. "Demon cultivators are not divided into families or sects, but tribes. Different tribes have different gods of faith. This is the black-feathered serpent god worshipped by the Quetzalcoatl tribe. The people of this tribe are best at concealing and assassinating. If it weren't for your extraordinary mental power, I'm afraid I would have difficulty discovering his existence."
Wen Yun: "Wasn't the Xuantian Secret Realm opened by the righteous? Why did the devil cultivators sneak in?"
"I'm afraid that the demon cultivators have infiltrated the righteous path." Ye Shubai lowered his eyes, his expression unpredictable: "They should be planning something in Xuantian Secret Realm, we must stop them."
However, the Xuantian Secret Realm is so large that everyone who enters is randomly teleported to different locations. From the perspective of the magic cultivators from the Feathered Serpent Tribe, it can be seen that their hiding abilities are extremely strong, and it is quite difficult to control their movements.
Ye Shubai was merely mistakenly recognized as an immortal by the Xuantian Secret Realm and his strength was not suppressed. He could not grasp the movements of the Xuantian Secret Realm at any time.
Wen Yun pursed her lips and looked back at the huge magic stone.
"I think I have an idea."
"Um?"
She said seriously: "The magic circle uses the magic stone as its energy core. If the magic stone has strong energy, the effect of the magic circle will be doubled."
Then he pointed to the magic stone mountain and said, "Tell me, if I draw a monitoring array with the magic stone as the center, will it cover the entire Xuantian Secret Realm?"
This is a really bold and crazy idea.
Now Wen Yun has long forgotten the question of "why the immortals would leave a magic stone mountain in the Xuantian Secret Realm". She is a pragmatic person. Instead of thinking about those profound questions, it is better to take control of the secret realm first.
Yes, Wen Yun not only wants to pull the evil cultivator out of the secret realm, she also plans to become the master of the secret realm.
In comparison, Ye Shubai's actions of cutting down trees and moving mountains in the secret realm were really too narrow-minded.
She quickly set up the monitoring formation. When the formation was completed, the entire magic mountain suddenly erupted with an extremely strong wave, which almost gathered into a substantial gust of wind and overturned Wen Yun who was sitting cross-legged under the magic stone.
Wen Yun didn't dare to open his eyes. There was no other reason, it was just that this magic circle was too powerful and the area it covered was too wide!
The monitoring array is mainly used by magicians to set up around their own wizard towers to defend against enemy sneak attacks. The monitoring range is only a small area, and a fist-sized top-quality magic stone can support it for a year.
Needless to say, the size of this magic stone mountain range, as for the quality... This is an antique that has been buried for tens of millions of years, even Wen Yun cannot judge what quality it is!
So the first moment Wen Yun's mental power attached to the magic stone, her mind was almost exploded by the countless information that poured in.
One thousand meters southeast of the barren mountain, there grows a cluster of extraordinary medicinal herbs.
Extending ten thousand meters toward the north, there is a magical herb that is slowly bearing fruit.
There is a high mountain in the west. The trees growing on it are familiar and attractive. They are all firewood trees that are more than a thousand years old, and there is even a tree that is as old as ten thousand years...
Every blade of grass, every tree, every bird and every beast in the entire Xuantian Secret Realm was within Wen Yun’s sight.
Wen Yun slowly opened her eyes. The vast amount of information that had just invaded her mind was too much to digest. She still had a splitting headache and stumbled forward when she stood up.
But this time she did not fall headfirst to the ground, but fell into the arms of the man beside her, who had a faint scent of white plum.
She took a deep breath and muttered softly: "Headache..."
Ye Shubai, who originally wanted to straighten her up and then stop, paused and kept his current position, allowing her to lean on him.
Wen Yun calmed down, filtered out all the images, and whispered, "It seems that he is the only one who entered Xuantian Secret Realm now, and no one else has been found. Of course, it is not ruled out that there are others. After all, if someone deliberately used a hidden technique or magic weapon, the monitoring array would not be able to detect it."
A low "hmm" came from the man above his head, and Wen Yun realized that his current posture was not right.
Her heart was trembling slightly, but she remained calm and composed. She stood up straight and took a step back, keeping a distance from Ye Shubai.
"While others haven't entered the secret realm yet, let's go collect all the good stuff first."
The Xuantian Secret Realm is a place where those who are capable can gain more. Anyone who enters can freely search for and take away treasures based on their own abilities. It is said that this was also the rule set by the immortals.
It's a pity that Wen Yun's ability is too great, and coupled with Ye Shubai whose strength has not been sealed...
Xuantian Secret Realm finally became the back garden of these two people.
"There is a thousand-year-old firewood tree on the hills to the west. I want to use it to make a new wand."
"Go over there, I saw a bunch of new herbs growing there. Although I don't recognize them, they seemed to be sold on the top floor of Wanbao Pavilion before..."
"Wait, turn back quickly, that pheasant just now looks delicious, let's go back and hunt it and roast it for dinner tonight."
"… "
Wen Yun stood on Ye Shubai's wooden sword and gave orders. The latter had become her exclusive mount. She could fly wherever he pointed. Under his sword-controlling skills, the two of them were as fast as teleporting in a secret realm.
As expected, the sword cultivator's sword-controlling technique is much faster than the magician's levitation technique.
Wen Yun, who swept the ten thousand year old fire fir wood into the mustard seed bag, was in a very good mood and praised him generously: "You sword cultivators are really fast in everything."
Ye Shubai nodded and agreed: "The only martial arts in the world that cannot be defeated is speed. This is the way of the sword, and also the way of sword cultivators. Sword cultivators can naturally do everything quickly."
Wen Yun originally thought that a decent man like him would stop him from plundering the Xuantian Secret Realm, and he was even prepared to hear him say, "Always leave a way out for everything, and don't be so greedy."
But Ye Shubai was more efficient than her in collecting treasures and digging jade mines, even collecting a piece of jade the size of a thumb...
This skillful posture made Wen Yun fall into deep thought.
Why did she feel that Ye Shubai's behavior was so familiar? Like someone she could barely remember
“My mustard seed bag is full, give me yours.”
Ye Shubai spoke in a cold and desolate voice. He was still dressed in white and looked like an immortal. Unfortunately, he was holding a bunch of muddy thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in his hand, and his palms were also covered with mud.
Wen Yun came back to his senses and was almost shocked by these words.
Even the mustard seed sacs are full. Have they really emptied the Xuantian Secret Realm
"No."
Ye Shubai seemed to see through her thoughts and explained calmly: "Treasures under a thousand years old are all junk and have no value, so I didn't take them away."
After hearing this, Wen Yun felt a little distressed for those treasures that were less than a thousand years old. She sighed, and when she was about to take out the mustard seed bag tied around her waist and give it to him, her hand suddenly stopped.
She stared down at the mustard seed sac.
It is green in color, with a bunch of beautiful black bamboos painted on it.
"I finally know who Second Brother learned how to raid other people's warehouses from..." She murmured softly, and her voice stopped abruptly.
Wen Yun looked into the distance.
Her mental power had already left its mark on the Magic Stone Mountain, so now the images from the monitoring array were synchronously transmitted to her mind.
"Someone has entered the Xuantian Secret Realm!"
Wen Yun took the elixir from Ye Shubai's hand and stuffed it into the mustard seed bag, then took his hand and led him to the wooden sword: "Fly quickly, our people are coming from the southeast!"
Ye Shubai stared at the mud on his hands and wanted to pull it back feeling a little uncomfortably, but Wen Yun was so excited at the moment that he didn't notice it at all and instead urged him to go faster.
He pursed his lips tightly and stared at her delicate hand that he had soiled as if he were facing a formidable enemy.
However, Ye Shubai did not wait for the opportunity to wipe Wen Yun's hands clean. As soon as the flying sword flew to the southeast, she jumped down.
"Two senior brothers!"
The two male cultivators who had just entered shouted in surprise and disbelief, "Junior Sister Wen!"
Ye Shubai watched the situation over there silently, standing alone not far away, not moving forward any further.