Most magicians are loners.
Apart from the group of people in the church who love social activities, most other magicians like to stay in their own wizard towers for hundreds of years without moving. When they meet each other, they usually stay away from each other to avoid saying hello.
Generally speaking, this is a non-warlike professional group. When they finally encounter a duel, everyone likes to maintain the demeanor and elegance of a magician and cast powerful and gorgeous spells, disdainful of secretly attacking the soul like a black magician.
Even if one does not believe in the Church of Light, attacking the soul is considered a shameful act in the eyes of most magicians.
Studying the dead and hurting people's souls are all marks of a black magician, and they will be despised by all their peers.
Therefore, even though they all have extraordinary mental power, very few magicians would use it as a means of attack.
A rebellious wizard like Wen Yun, who has been labeled a black magician by the Pope of Light, certainly doesn't care what others think.
It's just that she spent most of her time in her previous life studying forbidden spells of time and space, and had no time to study soul magic at all.
Although she had not yet mastered the laws of the soul, it was no problem for her to use her mental power to crush the demon cultivator from the Tianlang tribe in front of her.
It's like a strong man. Even if he doesn't know any fighting skills, he can still use his absolute strength to suppress and knock down a kid with his bare hands.
Moreover, she was very interested in the ten thousand steps from the outer gate to the inner gate of Qingliu Sword Sect. She had been there several times just to observe the formation that gave her the illusion of death.
Wen Yun touched his chin and looked at the demon cultivator proudly. It is your honor to be the experimental subject of the great mage Wen, you bastard.
The man on the ground was completely unaware of this and was still staring at Wen Yun fiercely and talking nonsense.
He licked his tongue and looked at Wen Yun with greedy eyes: "You are very beautiful. If I had known that there was such a beautiful woman among you lowly people, I should have asked the Tianlang tribe to burn down the entire forest and catch you..."
Wen Yun threw the severed finger he had just cut off into the fire beside him and looked down at him indifferently.
He was able to speak arrogantly at first, but later his voice became increasingly broken, and the expression on his face became increasingly distorted. It was clear that he had opened his mouth as wide as possible, but he could not make even the slightest sound. It seemed that he had seen an extremely terrifying scene, and his entire body began to tremble involuntarily.
Wen Yun just looked at him quietly with a cold expression.
She was the only one who knew what this evil cultivator had seen.
She used her mental power to weave an illusion formation, trapping the opponent's mental power in it. As long as she wanted the opponent to see something, the opponent could not escape from the illusion she created.
Now, she is the god who controls the fate of this person on earth.
After another terrifying illusion ended, the man on the ground begged for mercy: "Let me go! I will take you back to the Tianlang tribe. If you follow me, you can wear the most gorgeous clothes and jewelry, and you can also become a superior person..."
He is so confident that he even dares to show off his wealth in front of her now
Before he could finish his bewitching words, Wen Yun lazily raised his eyelids to look at him, and another wave of pressure came down, pulling him into a new nightmare.
The demon cultivator on the ground turned pale and spat out blood, his vision becoming empty and blurred again.
After another dream ended, he was already breathing unsteadily: "If you dare to kill me, the Tianlang tribe will definitely flatten this place... If you let me go, I can still spare your lives... Ah!!!"
The shrill screams echoed in the cave again.
Wen Yun tortured the evil cultivator over and over again. The cultivator remained tough at first, but gradually became exhausted in the end. After waking up, he stared at the young girl with a dull look like an idiot, and his body shrank subconsciously.
That's about it.
Wen Yun stretched out her hand to the side, and Ye Shubai beside her handed her the wooden sword very tactfully.
This natural posture made her look extremely imposing, but only she knew...
This time, Ye Shubai cooperated with her in showing off because she had just given him instructions for a long time in her spiritual sea of consciousness, which allowed him to successfully present this domineering scene.
It's really hard for her to have to deal with such an unkind sword spirit.
Wen Yun vented his regret on the demon cultivator who was lying limp on the ground, and slowly slashed his sword from the top of his head to his lower body.
The wooden sword had no edge and her movements were extremely gentle, so she couldn't hurt him. However, the demon cultivator began to tremble violently, staring at the sword intently, and almost fainted from fright.
He had dared to shout before, saying that he was a fearless warrior, but now, facing Wen Yun's wooden sword, he was as cowardly as a dog.
Wen Yun's sword was right below him. She lowered her eyes slightly and her tone could barely be considered gentle.
"Tell me your origins clearly."
The demon cultivator had a bleak face, and he opened his mouth stupidly and answered, "My name is Tianlangha, and I am the second son of the leader of the Tianlang tribe. I have awakened my physical talent, and I cannot feel pain..."
Wen Yun didn't quite understand, so she looked towards Ye Shubai quietly.
The latter did not disappoint her. He understood her doubts and explained softly, "Demon cultivators do not cultivate spiritual power. They awaken their innate power, either the physical talent or the spiritual talent. The one we met in the secret realm is the best of the latter."
After hearing this, Wen Yun sneered softly. She saw that Tianlangha had been very proud before and thought that his talent was extraordinary. But now think about it, if he can't feel pain, isn't he destined to be beaten
She pointed her sword at Tianlangha again, and dug out his background clearly, and then seemingly unintentionally asked another question: "Why are you chasing these mortals?"
Tianlangha on the ground froze for a moment, and then he replied incoherently: "I'm short of people to serve me, and I want to capture them and take them back as slaves."
"Hmm? Since the beginning of the year, a large group of people have been searching the forest from time to time. They are making such a big fuss just to find people to be slaves?"
Wen Yun pressed his sword downwards, and no one knew how he did it, but the blunt wooden sword easily cut a hole in the demon cultivator's animal leather pants under his crotch.
Tianlangha felt a chill on his back and could only shrink back as hard as he could. He was not afraid of the pain, but he was afraid of being castrated!
Ye Shubai frowned slightly and said to Wen Yun, "This is not good. Give me the sword."
The demon cultivator was so moved that he burst into tears. It turned out that only men could understand other men.
He wanted to hug Ye Shubai's legs and cry, but after the latter took the sword, he took a step forward to block Wen Yun's sight and said coldly: "You are a little girl, don't dirty your eyes."
After he finished speaking, Ye Shubai moved his wrist and stabbed the sword again at the same position where Wen Yun had just stabbed. His expression and posture were full of nonchalance.
Tianlangha only felt the wooden sword piercing from below. He subconsciously reached out to touch it, and sure enough, he touched a pool of blood. Although he didn't feel any pain, he still wailed instantly, rolled on the ground, curled up into a ball, and trembled.
What was even more terrifying was that the voice of the girl who was as petite as a little white flower sounded again like a ghost—
"Tell me, why are you chasing them all the time?"
"Because... because they are not of my kind, their hearts must be different... ah!"
Ye Shubai stabbed again.
Tianlangha finally couldn't hold on any longer. He had just experienced so many horrible illusions, and only relied on a little willpower to keep silent. At this moment, the tight string in his mind suddenly broke. He covered his crotch and shouted, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you! We are all fighting for the ranking on the kill list!"
Wen Yun frowned and asked again in a cold voice: "What is the kill list?"
Ye Shubai pressed the wooden sword in his hand down again.
This time, Tianlang Ha responded faster than anyone else, and readily responded, "Ever since the Lord of the Demon Realm was killed by the righteous swordsman named Ye Shubai five hundred years ago, the Demon Realm has not had a new king who can command the people. The tribes are unwilling to submit to each other, and internal strife continues."
Hearing this, Wen Yun cast an approving look at Ye Shubai. Xiaobai has the final say on whether the demon world is in chaos or not!
Tianlangha continued, "Later, several large tribes reached a consensus, thinking that this would only allow the righteous thieves to take advantage..."
“Bang!”
A stone hit the demon cultivator hard on the forehead. He turned his head and saw that the person who threw the stone was a half-grown boy. He immediately glared at him and said, "How dare you, little bastard, hit me!"
Ah Xiu was not afraid at all. Instead, he picked up another stone and threw it at him, glaring back: "You are the bastard!"
“I will kill…” Tianlangha was about to curse back, but suddenly shrank back and chose to shut up. Even though Ye Shubai was in between him, he could still sense the cold and fierce aura emanating from that terrifying girl.
He carefully skipped the criticism of the righteous path and continued, "… The leaders of the tribes reached an agreement and decided that within a ten-year period, whoever captured the most people from the four continents could use all the spoils to sacrifice to the demon god and become the new king. At the same time, the ranking of the tribes in the next hundred years would be determined based on the kill list. Our Tianlang tribe is not good at sailing, and no one can even ride on the sea vessels. We can't cross the open sea to the four continents to capture people like other tribes, so we can only look for the remnants of the lowly... people in the demon world."
Hearing this, Wen Yun and Ye Shubai felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.
According to Tianlangha, it turns out that not only the man from the Black Snake Tribe has infiltrated the righteous path, there are probably more evil cultivators lurking on the Four Continents!
"Because one living person on the kill list can equal two dead people's points, we have been searching for their gathering place since we found out there were survivors here at the beginning of the year, preparing to capture them alive. Unfortunately, they are so cunning that we have only caught that little girl in half a year."
When Tianlangha said this, he noticed that the eyes of the survivors around him had become murderous, so he quickly lowered his head and looked carefully towards Wen Yun, but he could only see an extremely flowing skirt.
He was already filled with fear of Wen Yun. Whenever he thought of those endless illusions, he couldn't even breathe. "Girl, let me tell you one more thing. In exchange, if you let me go, I will never catch these despicable... survivors again. How about that?"
Wen Yun had a hint of sarcasm on her face, and she said slowly, "Go ahead."
Tianlangha had an ecstatic look on his face. You know, these righteous bastards attach the most importance to things like oaths, and they will never go back on their promises!
As if he was afraid that Wen Yun would go back on his word, he revealed the truth even faster this time.
"I heard that the young master of the Black Snake tribe brought a righteous monk back to the demon world a while ago, and is currently preparing for his centenary banquet in Hanyuan City, not far from here. Many small tribes want to capture the survivors as gifts to attend the banquet and show their faces in front of the Black Snake tribe. I also plan to capture a few people here so that I can attend the banquet..."
Although Tianlangha has a defiant attitude, it is not difficult to tell from his words that his Tianlang tribe is just an insignificant minion compared to the Black Snake tribe.
Wen Yun looked calm, but he was actually perking up.
Her mental pressure was so terribly strong that she could naturally sense that what Tianlang Ha said was true. In other words, Shen Xinghai was most likely taken to Hanyuan City by the evil cultivators of the Black Snake Tribe!
Ye Shubai looked back at her, and they both made the same decision in their hearts.
"go?"
"go."
"Now?"
"Now!"
Her conversation with Ye Shubai was extremely concise and they quickly reached a consensus.
Tianlangha on the ground had been staring at the sword hanging over him. After seeing Ye Shubai turning around, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he supported himself on the ground with his palms, leaped up like a beast, and attacked Ah Xiu who was closest to him!
He clenched his hands into claws, pointed them at the child fiercely, and roared, "Let me go, or I will kill—"
Before he could utter the last syllable, Tianlangha, who had already jumped into the air, suddenly became stiff, his eyes wide open, and he seemed a little confused.
Strange, how come he saw a headless corpse passing by him...
After beheading him with one sword, Ye Shubai put away the sword, without even looking at the demon cultivator on the ground, he just frowned and carefully wiped the bloodstains off the sword.
Wen Yun was not surprised at all. This demon cultivator was too naive to want to kill someone in front of her and Ye Shubai.
I didn't expect that Ah Xiu was such a brave kid that he wasn't even scared to death when faced with such a thing.
The survivors nearby were already frightened by the numerous sudden changes that had just occurred. They were just a group of mortals, and the evil cultivators could take their lives with just a wave of their hands.
Grandma Ah Hua, who was in the lead, also looked pale. She seemed to realize that the problem was not as simple as she thought. She looked at Wen Yun helplessly: "Master... can we still go back?"
"Of course." Wen Yun answered her confidently, then took out a thick stack of magic scrolls from his arms.
"Mother-in-law, we need to rescue other people now and then kill those evil cultivators. I have already set up a concealment formation nearby. As long as you don't go out of the vicinity of a hundred miles, the evil cultivators will not be able to find you. In addition, these talismans are given to you to protect your bodies. If someone breaks in, tear up these papers and kill the evil cultivators!"
Unless Qian Zhenzi comes in person, no one can break Wen Yun's double hiding formation. They will only get lost on the outskirts of the remnant village and will never be able to set foot here. However, hiding here is ultimately just a stopgap measure.
Wen Yun looked back and said solemnly: "When I come back, we will go home together."
The survivors looked at Wen Yun and Ye Shubai silently, without any doubt in their eyes, only full of trust. Finally, they knelt silently and bowed deeply to the two men.
Before leaving, Wen Yun stripped Tianlangha of all his clothes.
Ye Shubai pursed his lips and stopped her: "This animal skin is worthless, you don't need to..."
Wen Yun looked up at him, handed him the clothes and said, "But this is for you to wear."
Ye Shubai lowered her eyes, and although her expression remained calm, she strangely saw the word "disdain" on his face, and he had no intention of reaching out to take it.
Wen Yun had no choice but to cast more than ten cleaning spells on these things, and Ye Shubai reluctantly took them.
She continued to analyze with Ye Shubai: "We don't know the situation in Hanyuan City, so we have to sneak in to find out the situation first. Your strength is limited now. If you just rush in, if there is a strong enemy inside, you will be doomed. Although I can cast a range magic from the outside, if I kill Senior Brother Shen with him, wouldn't that be a disaster?"
Sword cultivators are all rash and action-oriented, but as expected, she, who is a brain cultivator, is better at analysis. Wen Yun is quite satisfied with her own caution.
"So if we want to rescue Brother Shen and the other survivors who were given as gifts without any risk, the best way is to pretend to be Tianlangha and sneak in. After all, they are just a small and unknown tribe. If you are caught, just say you are Tianlangha's son."
After saying this, she patted the animal skin costume in Ye Shubai's hand with a solemn look on her face and said, "Go change quickly, Young Master Tianlangha. I'm still waiting to draw a fake totem for you."
"… "
It is outrageous that the two people closest to God are so cautious. However, both of them have died once, so there is nothing wrong with being overly cautious.
In the end, Ye Shubai obeyed Wen Yun and went behind the tree to change into the attire of the Tianlang tribe.
The animal skin outfit was half covered and half exposed. Ye Shubai, who usually dressed tightly, now showed half of his beautiful collarbone and limb muscles. When he walked, the animal skin on his waist seemed a little shorter, and his thin but incredibly beautiful waistline could be vaguely seen.
Her long black hair fell behind her waist, with a few strands scattered around her neck. She wore a string of colorful gemstone ornaments on her head, and many bright gemstone ornaments on her body, which made her exposed skin look even whiter.
He pursed his pale lips and stood stiffly in front of Wen Yun with an expressionless face.
He is clearly an ascetic and cold banished immortal, but he has such a contradictory appearance that it is almost impossible to take your eyes off him.
Wen Yun raised her eyebrows and stared for a while, then took out a piece of rouge from Xu Wanfeng's mustard seed bag... Don't ask her, she doesn't know why the second senior brother has saved so many things of female cultivators.
She stood on tiptoe, put some rouge on with her fingers, carefully placed it on the corners of Ye Shubai's eyes and eyebrows, gently spread it, and finally her fingers fell on his lips.
With just a few strokes, his cold and desolate face became more gorgeous and charming, with a bit of the temperament of a demon cultivator.
Ye Shubai's breathing was steady, his eyes were still as clear as melted snow, he lowered his eyes slightly and stared at Wen Yun.
Wen Yun quickly took a step back to distance himself from him, and said nonchalantly, "It's OK. It has that flavor."
Ye Shubai: "Okay."
He looked clearly the same as before, except that there was a faint blush on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. The direct gaze he gave her was inexplicably seductive, making Wen Yun feel uncomfortable.
She avoided Ye Shubai's sight, reached out to scoop out a piece of rouge from the rouge box, and casually smeared it on her face while trying to explain calmly: "Of course, I also have to find a way to pretend to be a demon cultivator, and I will definitely not leave you alone to take risks..."
She applied it hastily without even looking at it, and prepared to go directly to the forest to find a set of clothes worn by the minions of the Sirius tribe to change into.
At this moment, Ye Shubai, who was standing next to her, suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.
She turned back in surprise and looked at him blankly: "What's wrong?"
The man's hand, which had always kept a distance from her, gradually moved closer, and finally, his slightly cool fingertips gently touched the corner of her eye.
His voice was as cool and pleasant as ever.
He said, “You didn’t spread it evenly.”