Wen Yun lay here and watched the exciting dog-eat-dog fight.
Seeing the opponents start fighting before I even made a move, and even the number of enemies was reduced by one, how can I describe this kind of happiness in words
So you demon cultivators love to engage in internal strife so much
No wonder they can’t defeat the righteous.
After watching the excitement, she was satisfied and brewed her magic power, and she was just about to throw it over to create a gorgeous firework show.
Unexpectedly, Ye Shubai suddenly appeared in the middle of the battle.
Her mood suddenly became quite complicated.
If it were a young girl, and when her life was in danger and a handsome swordsman suddenly came down from the sky to save her, she would definitely fall in love with him and be deeply moved. This kind of feeling has a name, called the suspension bridge effect.
But unfortunately, this effect has no effect on Wen Yun.
Firstly, she was not actually a young girl, and secondly, her opponents were obsessed with killing each other, so she didn't feel she was in any danger at all.
Seeing Ye Shubai suddenly fly out, Wen Yun was too lazy to pretend. He opened his eyes quickly and stood up.
Her movements were swift and quick, and she didn't look weak and feeble like before.
Facing the momentary confusion in Yu Qinghong's eyes, Wen Yun smiled apologetically and comforted him: "Your strength is actually quite good, but I am just stronger."
She was telling the truth, and it was indeed a compliment. After all, there was no one stronger than her. However, this recognition from a strong man sounded like a mockery to Yu Qinghong.
Wen Yun had already taken action while speaking. An ice arrow condensed from his fingertips shot towards Yu Qinghong's heart at an extremely fast speed.
Sorry, she is not a qualified swordsman and will never be able to attack honestly and without sneak attacks in her life.
Yu Qinghong dodged in a panic, but Wen Yun's attack was so fast and at such a close distance that he had no way to avoid it.
“Hmm!”
The transparent ice cone condensed from ice pierced through Yu Qinghong's shoulder blade, a puff of red mist spread out, and the whole darkness was filled with a strong smell of blood.
However, before Yu Qinghong could react, the wooden sword that had just pierced his palm attacked him again silently.
"Despicable!" Yu Qinghong was furious.
Wen Yun thought that this sentence should not be said by the demon cultivator, and by the way, he carried out the despicable act to the end. Dozens of ice arrows that he had prepared long ago attacked Yu Qinghong as fast as lightning.
She didn't have a magic wand in her hand now, and she was able to cast this low-level magic instantly because the magical elements in the Xuantian Secret Realm were far more active than those in the outside world. Ye Shubai was fighting with her relying solely on his swordsmanship, and it was extremely difficult to suppress the opponent without the blessing of spiritual power.
This was also the reason why Wen Yun did not dare to go forward directly and could only wait for an opportunity in secret.
She can only use magic now, and if the magic skill is avoided by others, then she will be in trouble. She can only resort to sneak attack strategy.
Ye Shubai had the same idea as her. He might not be able to defeat the opponent head-on since he couldn't use his spiritual power, so he hid nearby early on and seized the same opportunity to attack with Wen Yun in great tacit understanding.
In fact, this strategy was extremely successful.
Even though both of them had lost their spiritual power, Yu Qinghong's body, whose strength was unknown, was still pierced with several bloody holes by this sneak attack. Wen Yun's last enhanced ice cone even pierced through his thigh and nailed him firmly to the ground.
Both the sword and the ice arrow were terrifyingly fast, but this was after all under the cover of black fog. The opponent reacted quickly, and without blinking, he reached out and pulled out the ice cone, dragging his disabled leg while flying backwards and waving his hands.
It seemed as if he was completely unable to feel human pain. His entire body was so broken that if it were a normal person, he would have been unable to move. However, he showed no signs of abnormality!
Yu Qinghong's voice escaped from between his teeth: "Kill them!"
The giant python lurking in the darkness attacked Wen Yun at a terrifying speed. She was prepared for this and cast the agility spell on herself and Ye Shubai, then jumped back nimbly to avoid the attack of the snake's tail.
She calmly commanded: "You kill him and I'll kill the snake!"
Ye Shubai's expression was cold and calm. He leaped forward without hesitation to avoid the giant python's entanglement and chased after Yu Qinghong without hesitation.
"Damn it, damn it! Who on earth is this man?!"
Yu Qinghong fled in the black fog in a panic, thinking with extreme anger about who this swordsman was.
This sword technique and appearance both look like those of the Qingliu Sword Sect, but the only sword cultivator in the Qingliu Sword Sect in the past hundred years who can be called a brilliant swordsman is Wen Yun. Who else has such a terrifying sword technique? While he was running away, he desperately searched for information in his mind, but no one could match him.
Is that Xu Wanfeng, who has the fastest sword speed in the Qingliu Sword Sect
Or is it Bai Yushan who is best at fighting
Damn it, who is it!
Ye Shubai's sword seemed to have turned into a dense net, trapping Yu Qinghong in the middle with no way to escape. It would have been fine if it was just him, but there was also the even more terrifying Wen Yun!
"This ungrateful bitch, bitch! You're so soft-hearted that you want to spare her life!"
Her unknown magic tricks appeared silently and unpredictably, and each of her moves was a ruthless sneak attack on Yu Qinghong's fatal points. Every time he wanted to fight back against Ye Shubai, Wen Yun's next spell would come out in time to interrupt him, making him unable to defend himself.
If it was a head-on battle, he would have a great chance of killing the two, but these two people attacked him vehemently as soon as they appeared, so that he was suppressed from the beginning!
Shrouded in this strange black fog, the whole world became cold and gloomy.
Ye Shubai thrust out the wooden sword without any sadness or joy. The cold girl behind him leaped forward, and her slender fingertips burst out with a more terrifying power than the wooden sword in the man's hand.
Yu Qinghong's whole body trembled as he thought of a very terrifying possibility.
Only the man who slaughtered all the demons could have such a terrifying sword power! There was an elder of the demon clan who survived the terrible war between good and evil. As a younger generation, he did not participate in that battle, but he had heard his name countless times from those elders.
When they mentioned that name, they felt hatred, fear, but more of awe.
That is the respect for the truly strong.
Ye Shubai, the number one swordsman in the righteous path, the first person in the world of cultivation to reach half-step ascension, and the man who has been closest to becoming an immortal in thousands of years!
"Ye Shubai! You are Ye Shubai!"
Yu Qinghong yelled out these words.
However, Ye Shubai did not respond at all, but simply swung his sword and stabbed the fallen Yu Qinghong. Wen Yun also understood the principle that villains die because of talking too much, so he condensed magic without hesitation and smashed it towards Yu Qinghong.
The handsome young man who fell to the ground was covered in blood, as if he had turned into a devil from hell.
The moment the sword pierced his body, a hideous smile appeared on his face. He should have died long ago, but he still did not fall down, as if he had turned into a walking corpse.
Those strangely red eyes stared straight at Ye Shubai—
"Ye Shubai, after you cut off your path to ascension, the Jade Infant was stolen by those people. You saved the world, but the world is so unfair to you! Why don't you enter my outer sea demon domain? Those who follow it will prosper, and those who go against it will perish. Kill all the unfaithful people in the world!"
Ye Shubai's eyes were as calm as a cold pond, and he swung his sword towards him without any ripples.
Another sword pierced Yu Qinghong's heart, and his entire body became fragmented and unable to move. The sound no longer seemed to come from his throat, but became extremely strange, and the red light in his eyes became even brighter -
"The world has failed you, why don't you abandon the world?"
Ye Shubai's expression remained unchanged as he brought his sword down again.
Yu Qinghong's body fell completely to the ground, but his eyes were still staring straight at him.
A voice from the soul was faint and extremely weak, but it seemed to carry some kind of ecstasy—
"After I find out your inner demons, I will ask you to offer me this most perfect body..."
"Ye Shubai!"
Wen Yun had just finished casting a spell when he saw the scene over there and instantly had a bad feeling.
This Yu Qinghong has already touched the surface of the laws of the soul. He is probably using some means to influence Ye Shubai's soul!
Without hesitation, she used all her mental power to wrap around the small mark in her mind, and it instantly merged with Ye Shubai's mental power.
Unexpectedly, Wen Yun showed no signs of being attacked. Instead, all of Ye Shubai's thoughts and memories came towards her.
There was a brief moment of clarity in his mind, and countless images flashed before Wen Yun's eyes. Finally, the scene changed from the black fog in the Xuantian Secret Realm to a lush forest under a towering mountain.
The sky was as blue as a crystal, with a few silky clouds floating by occasionally. The scorching sun shone through the dense branches and leaves, but it did not feel like the sun was burning, but rather like a layer of fine gold flakes falling.
There was a group of teenagers in front, they were talking about something. Wen Yun was standing next to them but no one noticed her.
Wen Yun was stunned for a moment, stood there and looked around, and soon realized that he was seeing the scene in Ye Shubai's memory.
Forcing himself out might damage Ye Shubai's soul, so Wen Yun had no choice but to wait quietly like a spectator for his memories to be fully revealed.
The only thing to be thankful for is that the time in memory is absolutely stagnant. Even if hundreds of years have passed here, she will probably still be stuck in the moment before her memory goes out. There is no need to worry about her two stupid senior brothers being stabbed by the opportunity.
Wen Yun sighed and set his eyes on the group of young men.
The oldest among them was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and the youngest was only four or five years old.
The youngest one was extremely fair-skinned. Although his face was extremely thin, he was still as delicate and pretty as a girl. The short-sleeved shirt he wore had many patches on it, but it was still neat and clean. However, there was a lot of mud on his trouser legs, and it seemed that he had fallen many times along the way.
The boy's eyes, as black as obsidian, stared fixedly at the towering mountain that had no top in sight, and he wiped the dense sweat from his forehead.
The tallest young man sighed, "We can't find an immortal, so why not sell ourselves to the wealthy businessman from the Wang family? Maybe in a few years we can save enough money to marry a wife."
As soon as these words came out, the other two teenagers who were originally hesitant immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "I don't want to continue climbing either. I guess the Taoist priest's claim that there are immortals on the top of the mountain is a lie. We have been climbing for a whole day and haven't seen any immortals!"
"That's right. When the sun sets, there might be wolves. We still have time to turn back now."
…
The young men chatted with each other, and then went back in groups of three or four.
Only the youngest boy gritted his teeth and kept moving forward.
Someone called him from behind: "Xiaobai, come home with me!"
Seeing that the boy would not listen, another young man pulled his companion and said, "Don't worry about him. His parents are dead, and his uncle wants to sell him. It's better to let him have the thought of becoming an immortal."
Wen Yun understood instantly and his eyes fell on the little boy. It seemed that this was the young Ye Shubai.
As the sky gradually darkened, the boys hesitated and ran back home. Only the homeless boy continued to climb to the top of the mountain using his hands and feet.
Wen Yun followed behind him and saw that his hands were covered in blood. He couldn't help but feel distressed: "Take a break first, have a good sleep and then continue."
However, the boy was completely unaware. He just wiped the tears that unconsciously overflowed from his eyes with the back of his hand, pursed his little mouth tightly, and continued to move forward with gritted teeth.
She followed behind little Ye Shubai, and when she saw him fall to the ground, she subconsciously wanted to pick him up, but her hand went straight through his body.
She was stunned for a moment, and finally sighed softly.
This was just a memory of his, and she could only be an irrelevant bystander.
Ye Shubai walked for a very long time. When the moonlight was brightest, he was so tired that he fell to the ground and never got up again. His small body curled up behind a big rock on the mountainside, shivering in the cold night wind.
Wen Yun sat beside him in the windward place, hugging her knees and looking at him who was covered in wounds.
He suddenly shivered twice in his sleep and mumbled a few words. He was woken up by the cold in the middle of the night. After looking around the dark surroundings with his little head, he seemed to be finally scared and cried silently while hugging the big rock.
She quickly comforted him: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I will stay by your side with you, I won't leave."
Ye Shubai couldn't hear anything, so he just secretly hugged the stone and cried. When he was tired of crying, he fell asleep.
Wen Yun watched him walking and stopping for half a month. When he was hungry, he drank mountain spring water and picked wild fruits. His straw sandals had long been worn out, and his originally delicate and handsome appearance had become disheveled like a little beggar, but his eyes were still bright.
Until a sword cultivator flew through the clouds and saw that the young Ye Shubai had extraordinary physique, and immediately brought him back to the Qingliu Sword Sect as if he had found a treasure.
Wen Yun followed his memories and floated to the Qingliu Sword Sect.
It is still a familiar scene, but there are only nine peaks, not the tenth peak yet.
She watched with her own eyes as Ye Shubai changed into clean clothes and transformed from a little beggar into a handsome young swordsman.
The child was a little scared when he arrived at the new environment. After changing his clothes, he hid behind the door for a long time and didn't dare to come out. The corners of his clothes were wrinkled by him. His bright black eyes were not as cold and emotionless as they were later, but also revealed his panic and lack of confidence.
Wen Yun looked at the pitiful appearance of the young Ye Shubai, who was as white and soft as a dumpling. Although he knew that he could not hear, he was still moved to speak by his little look.
"Don't worry, you will be the best swordsman in the world in the future... Well, I guess you will be surpassed by me in the near future, but overall you are still very powerful, so don't be afraid of yourself."
She thought for a moment and then said, "Your fellow disciples are all useless, but your masters seem to be very good. I heard that they all sacrificed their lives for the people during the war between good and evil. If you follow them, you will definitely become a good and upright swordsman."
After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but sigh, and squatted beside Ye Shubai and put her hand over his head and touched him.
She is such a kind person. In order to ensure that Ye Shubai's brain is not damaged, she actually stayed in his memory for so long. Now she is so bored that she is talking to this child alone.
As expected, the child still couldn't hear, but he was the future strongest man after all. Even though his calves were still trembling, he still bravely took the first step in training.
Wen Yun watched in boredom as a group of veteran sword practitioners vied to make this kid their apprentice. In the end, no one could convince anyone else, and they began to share an apprentice.
The consequence of this was that the young Ye Shubai was thrown into the valley where the big guys lived, and had to be taught by four masters in turn every day. Often, he would just finish practicing sword moves for two hours, and then he would be called over to chop wood for three hours.
He didn't cry or act like a spoiled child. His little face was covered in sweat as he worked hard to chop the wood with a big axe that was almost as tall as him.
This training lasted for several years. The little boy, who was originally as thin as a monkey, gradually gained some flesh on his face, and his facial features gradually became more prominent, making him look more delicate and cute.
Wen Yun felt bored. She was trapped in Ye Shubai's memories and couldn't escape, so she simply started to learn swordsmanship with him.
When Ye Shubai was practicing chopping wood, she followed him and practiced the movements, but she was chopping towards his grumpy master chef.
While he was practicing stabbing, she would stab his second master's feet out of boredom.
Ye Shubai's swordsmanship has improved greatly. Wen Yun has no place to test whether she has made any progress, but she feels very good about herself.
As the seasons change, the years in his memory are somehow so clear, so clear that he can even remember how many fish there are in the stream in the valley.
He had just begun to learn the art of wielding a sword, and was controlling his sword to fly up and chop rocks by the stream, while the small black fish were swimming freely around his feet.
Wen Yun was watching anxiously from the side. She could do nothing but stare blankly: "Go and grill a fish, it will be so delicious!"
Ye Shubai, this unfortunate child, has been fed fasting pills by his masters since he was a child. He has never had a proper meal. As a result, Wen Yun has not seen any decent food in the past few years, let alone smell the delicious food in his memory.
It is really an invisible torture.
Ye Shubai finally finished chopping the stones, but did not turn to fork the fish. Instead, he took a handful of fasting pills from his mustard seed bag and threw them into the water.
Wen Yun: “…”
She just watched Ye Shubai feed the fish until they became fatter and fatter.
But what was worse than not being able to smell the aroma of grilled fish was that the old sword masters didn't know how to take care of children at all. They only knew how to teach swordsmanship. Ye Shubai seemed to have become autistic in the valley. Occasionally, when he had free time, he even started talking to himself in front of the fish.
"Today I learned the new Liuyun sword technique. My master asked me to observe the clouds for a hundred days to practice the sword technique."
Wen Yun squatted on the rocks opposite him and answered silently: "But unfortunately, it is midsummer now. I estimate that the sky will be clear and cloudless for the next two months."
The little boy ignored her and continued to talk to the fish: "A new nest of blackbirds has moved to the willow tree in the east. I have sent them a pill of Bigu Pill as a housewarming gift."
Wen Yun sighed: "Your master should really let you play more with people your own age. Look how depressed you are."
"Let's sneak out tomorrow."
"… Um?"
Wen Yun was stunned and subconsciously moved her gaze from the fish to the boy. Did he hear her speak
She asked tentatively: "Ye Shubai, did you see me?"
However, Ye Shubai ignored her. He carefully took out a large bowl, put the small fish in it, and then said to it: "Well, we will go out tomorrow."
Okay, Wen Yun accepted his fate. A humble audience is no better than a fish.