The tension and anxiety are all borne by the three disciples; the old ancestor does not need to bear anything.
The three people who lived on free food and drink in the Wan family went to the open sea in fear. On the one hand, they were afraid that their master and sister would be killed by the evil cultivators, and on the other hand, they were afraid that they would be beaten to death by their master if they met them.
In comparison, the two people they were worried about were much more at ease, and were currently flying over the open sea on their swords.
"As expected, the deeper we fly into the outer sea, the thinner our spiritual energy becomes. Previously, my golden elixir was as active as a monkey in the Xuantian Secret Realm, but now it is as lifeless as a turtle."
Hearing Wen Yun say this, Ye Shubai looked helpless: "How can you describe your own golden elixir like this?"
Wen Yun felt that her description was appropriate and there was nothing wrong with it. Moreover, Ye Shubai's jade infant was fused into her flawless golden elixir, which was already lazy and useless. If Zhu Erchong or Bao Pilong were to take their place, these two would probably have to swim in the water.
"Your sword speed is a bit slow." Wen Yun paid attention to the speed of the floating clouds passing by him, and took out a fist-sized magic stone from his mustard seed bag: "Let me increase your speed..."
This is the advantage of magicians. They use their mental power to mobilize magic elements to cast spells. So even if you are in a place where there are no magic elements, as long as you have enough mental power and can find a bunch of magic stones, it will be a perpetual motion machine.
The magic elements in the outer sea are even thinner than spiritual power, almost equal to zero, but Wen Yun owns an entire magic stone mine!
She held a magic stone in one hand, made elegant and strange gestures with the other hand, and muttered the spell of levitation.
Magic elements were drawn from the crystal clear magic stone and applied to the wooden sword under his feet. The sword-wielding technique, which had been gradually slowing down, seemed to be pushed forward again, increasing its speed.
A hint of curiosity emerged in Ye Shubai's clear eyes, and he finally asked, "What is this?"
Very good, the Great Magician's class has begun! Silly magic apprentices, listen carefully!
"This is the art of levitation. It is different from the art of controlling swords. It can be applied not only to external objects, but also to oneself. However, compared to the art of controlling swords, it is much weaker in terms of speed and has no practical value in combat. That's why I have not taught you this before."
When it came to the field she was good at, Wen Yun's lazy temperament was immediately swept away, and her eyebrows and eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of light, becoming extremely dazzling.
"This is the spell for levitation. Read it to me..."
When those spells with strange accents slowly came out of her clear and soft throat, they inexplicably had a sense of elegance and nobility, without any sense of obscurity.
"Come, sense the magic stone in my hand, and try to extract magic elements from it."
She stretched out her hand in front of Ye Shubai, who paused for a moment, and finally gently placed his hand on the Philosopher's Stone. His fingertips accidentally touched her fingertips, so he raised his hand up a little uncomfortably.
Ye Shubai tried to recite it twice, then stared at a feather in Wen Yun's other hand. It was the tail feather of the helicopter chicken that had been killed in the Xuantian Secret Realm before. She kept it because it looked beautiful, but she didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.
The feather spun slowly in her palm, then floated up a few inches.
Just as the sword genius thought "this is right" when faced with Wen Yun's excellent comprehension of swordsmanship, the great mage Wen Yun now also feels that it is natural when faced with the successful spellcasting of this lousy apprentice.
Why do you have to fail a hundred times before you succeed? Isn't it normal to succeed two or three times
However, as Kuanhe's master, Wen Yun still did not forget to praise his sword spirit: "Well done, you are worthy of being my sword spirit. Let's try to cast magic on the wooden sword and see if you can increase the speed?"
Ye Shubai said calmly: "I am still far from being a master, so I can't take any risks."
A narrow-minded man, every time she mentioned the sword spirit, he would pretend to be important and say "Master", sacrificing his reputation to compete with her for the position of ancestor.
However, although he said no, Ye Shubai, who was quite interested in magic, couldn't help but cast a levitation spell towards the wooden sword under his feet.
The moment that extremely unstable magic touched the wooden sword, its speed, which was already considered flying, suddenly soared, and then—
The two magical elements collided with the spiritual power, and the three forces pulled at each other, and finally no balance could be reached, which directly caused the entire wooden sword to lose control!
Wen Yun had witnessed Ye Shubai's childhood appearance. The child had been a swordsmanship genius since he was young and could quickly learn any sword technique.
But I didn't expect that he learned magic so quickly, so fast that he even overturned the wooden sword!
Sure enough, sometimes being too strong is also a disadvantage.
The wind around her whistled past her ears, and Wen Yun instantly felt an extreme sense of weightlessness surrounding her. When she opened her mouth, a strong wind rushed into her mouth, leaving her no chance to even chant a spell to save herself.
At this moment, the familiar figure in white forcibly twisted his posture in the air, stretched out his long arms, and held Wen Yun tightly in his arms.
The speed of descent was getting faster and faster. In just a few blinks of an eye, she and Ye Shubai had fallen into a forest.
With a few crackling sounds, the lush old tree branches were broken, and finally with a loud bang, the feeling of weightlessness finally disappeared, and the two fell back to the ground.
Although he knew that he was now a cultivator and would not be easily crushed to death, Wen Yun had been a weak magician for hundreds of years and was really not used to the vigorous pace of life of a sword cultivator.
She tried to calm her disordered heartbeat and quietly opened her eyes.
"Huh? Did we make a big hole in the ground?"
Wen Yun looked around blankly. At this moment, a voice that could not suppress its joy sounded from above: "Something has fallen into the trap. The noise is quite loud. It must be a big wild boar!"
After the voice, a young boy's head popped out from above.
Before Wen Yun could show a friendly smile, the expression on the other party's face changed from joy to fear. The head quickly retracted and shouted to his companions: "Someone fell in! It's an outsider, Ah Xiu, run away!"
However, before he could run far, Wen Yun and Ye Shubai, who were still in the cave, jumped lightly and got out of the trap easily.
The young man was so frightened that he stumbled into the depths of the bushes, calling out to his companions, "I'll lead them away, Ah Xiu, go find Grandma!"
Wen Yun was helpless: "Kid, you're exposing your plan by shouting like this, you know?"
She didn't want to scare the child, so she didn't try to grab him. Unfortunately, the child was so frightened that he didn't even notice the vine under his feet and accidentally tripped and fell to the ground.
He looked at Wen Yun with despair, tears streaming down his face. He crawled to Wen Yun's feet using his hands and feet, hugged her calves tightly with his hands, and shouted angrily into the deep forest: "A Xiu, run away! I've got her!"
However, the boy hiding in the jungle did not abandon his companions and run away. There was a rustling noise in the grass, and then a thin boy like a black panther jumped up hanging on the vines and rushed towards Wen Yun.
Wen Yun let out a light exclamation. She didn't even need to do anything, as Ye Shubai beside her had already easily grabbed the thin young man.
The crying boy on the ground burst into tears: "Master, please don't kill Ah Xiu... I am willing to be your prey, please let him go."
Although the skinny boy named Ah Xiu was young, his eyes were already filled with ruthlessness. He shouted, "Heishi, why are you crying? Let's die together!"
He straightened his neck and resolutely pretended to be ready to die bravely.
Wen Yun frowned. These two young boys had no cultivation at all. They were clearly just mortals. Moreover, seeing that they had no totemic patterns on their bodies, they were probably not demon cultivators. However, this place looked like a primeval dense forest with no signs of human habitation. How could someone live here
She signaled Ye Shubai to put Ah Xiu down, and then said in a gentle tone: "Children, we won't hurt you. Where are your parents? I will take you home."
Unexpectedly, as soon as these words were spoken, the fear and resentment in the eyes of the two young men became even deeper. They looked at each other, turned over and got up, and without hesitation rushed towards the sharp boulder beside them.
Wen Yun and Ye Shubai reacted extremely quickly and each of them grabbed one.
"What are you planning to do?!"
"Tsk!" Ah Xiu spat out a mouthful of saliva and glared at Ye Shubai with gritted teeth: "You shameless demon cultivators, we will never betray our people even if we die!"
The young man next to him cried and shouted at the top of his lungs: "The righteous will never be enslaved!"
Wen Yun and Ye Shubai looked at each other and saw some surprise in each other's eyes.
At this moment, an extremely weak sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from the dense forest, and a half-rusty axe came across the sky, with an imperceptible spiritual power attached to it.
The two young men were filled with joy and surprise, and shouted, "Grandma!"
Ye Shubai just raised the wooden sword in his hand, and when he realized that the other party was using spiritual power, he immediately moved the tip of the sword, and the powerful sword energy flew obliquely in another direction.
As for the axe, it hit the corner of his clothes without any hindrance, but unfortunately it fell to the ground weakly as soon as it touched him, without hurting him at all.
"Huh? This is..."
An old cry was heard from the dense forest. The dense and intertwined branches and leaves moved, and a hunched figure emerged from the bushes.
She was an extremely haggard old woman, with an air of death lingering about her, and it looked like she was nearing the end of her life.
What is even more surprising is that she actually has some cultivation and has reached the advanced stage of Qi Refining!
This place is almost crossing the open sea and reaching the Demon Realm. It would not be surprising to see a demon cultivator here, but the aura of the person from Wen Yunguan is actually that of a most orthodox righteous cultivator!
The old woman did not seem to have expected that two righteous cultivators would appear here. However, the powerful cultivation of Wen Yun and Ye Shubai seemed incomparably dazzling and pure in this place with weak spiritual energy. They were two extremes that could not be confused with the demonic energy of those demon cultivators!
Her cloudy eyes seemed to brighten, and then two lines of clear tears fell. She awkwardly performed an unfamiliar bow, her lips moved tremblingly, and it took a long time for her to squeeze out a word.
"Master... the two of you have come here. Does that mean the righteous path has won?"
As soon as she asked this question, she seemed to feel that she was being disrespectful and quickly knelt down.
Wen Yun was shocked. He vaguely guessed something from just this one sentence. He strode forward and supported the old man who was about to kneel down.
"Are you originally from the other side of the sea?"
The old woman cried, "That's right. We are the survivors who were captured by the demons. Five hundred years ago, there was a great war between good and evil..."
Five hundred years ago, the great battle between good and evil involved not only powerful monks, but those mortals who had no ability to protect themselves suffered a greater disaster.
The Zhengdao Continent is divided into four continents: East, South, West, and North. Further south of the South Continent is the territory of Fubuki Island. In addition to the disciples of Fubuki Island, there are countless fishermen living on various islands.
They rowed their boats between the various islands, worshipping the immortals of Fubuki Island and also being protected by Fubuki Island.
However, after the war between good and evil began, Fubuki Island, which was closest to the open sea, became the first place to be razed. The formation cultivators were not good at fighting and could not even protect their own main island, let alone the various islands where mortals lived.
The magic techniques practiced by the demon cultivators were very fierce, and they liked to use living people as sacrifices. The fishermen on these islands became their first round of spoils.
They were tied up with ropes like livestock and taken back to the open sea to be raised. Some became "cultivation materials" in the hands of evil cultivators, while others became hard laborers in mines. Tens of thousands of fishermen seemed to have suffered heavy casualties.
At that time, there happened to be a Jindan-stage cultivator in the village where the old woman lived. He led the villagers to escape the pursuit of the evil cultivators at the risk of his life, but due to the thin spiritual energy in this place, they were unable to cross the open sea to return home. So the group had to hide in this dense forest and struggle to survive.
He taught the children with spiritual roots to practice, passing on their origins from generation to generation, and told them that as long as good and evil were defeated, immortals would come to take them home.
Hundreds and hundreds of years passed like this, with villagers dying and being reborn, carefully hiding from the evil cultivators, and waiting hopefully for news of the righteous path's victory.
The newly born members of the tribe no longer knew what the legendary hometown was like. Everything they knew came from word of mouth from their ancestors. But even children who had just learned to speak knew that their real home was on the other side of the sea, and they were all waiting for the immortal to take them home.
The old cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage burst into tears and asked expectantly, "Master, are you here to take us home?"
Wen Yun was speechless. She didn't know how to tell the old cultivator in front of her that the war between good and evil ended five hundred years ago, and the righteous side had indeed won.
But they all forgot about the mortals who were abducted.
In the eyes of practitioners, there is the majestic road to heaven, ascending to the upper realms, and immortality. How could they possibly lower their heads to look at the ants crawling under their feet
Even most of them were once among these ants.
Wen Yun felt a bitter feeling in her heart. She pursed her lips and held the old woman's hand. Facing the surprise and cautious expectation in the other's eyes, she couldn't utter a word for a long time.
At this moment, Ye Shubai, who had been silent all this time, spoke.
"Yes, justice has prevailed, our homeland has been reclaimed, and we are here to take you home."
Ye Shubai couldn't lie, so his tone was a little stiff. Wen Yun looked at him in a daze. He pursed his lips and avoided her gaze.
The powerful man who had reached the half-step stage of ascension looked solemn as he bowed to the old man in the Qi Refining Stage.
"Daoyou, we are late."