Wen Yun took great effort to suppress the urge to throw a fireball at the straight man's face.
Calm down, there can be no internal strife until the evil cultivators are eliminated!
The Grand Mage, considering the overall situation, reached peace with the Sword Spirit again and captured two magic wolves tied with vines from the forest prison. Since he was going to put on a show, he had to do it to the fullest. Not only had he equipped himself, he couldn't forget the pet either.
Facts have proved that animals fear the strong much more than humans. Seeing that Wen Yun actually came back to release it, the demon wolf that was originally grinning and howling clamped its tail, whimpered, and lay down obediently at Wen Yun's feet, with an attitude of pure loyalty to her.
It turns out that it only takes the blink of an eye to turn someone into a dog.
Wen Yun was worried about not being able to find the way to Hanyuan City. Seeing the two dogs wagging their tails in front of him, he ordered: "Take us to Hanyuan City. Can you find the way?"
Under Wen Yun's powerful pressure, the demon wolves didn't even dare to straighten their backs. They lay on the ground in a fawning manner, staring at the two of them eagerly.
"Shall we sit up?"
Wen Yun glanced at the magic wolf, which was particularly enthusiastic in order to save its life, and simply stepped forward to touch it. Unexpectedly, the magic wolf's fur looked rough and prickly, but it felt extremely smooth and soft to the touch, and felt very good.
Ye Shubai on the side had already immersed himself in the role. He rode on the magic wolf in the same unruly posture as Tianlangha had done before, with his hands clasped in front of his chest, staring blankly at the front, no one knowing what he was thinking.
Wen Yun certainly couldn't be worse than him, so he immediately sat on the wolf and practiced his flattery: "Young Master, shall we set off now?"
Ye Shubai looked at Wen Yun silently. She was petite, and the outfit she took off was extremely large. Her whole body was wrapped up so tightly that her face could not be seen clearly. Only her lively eyes were exposed.
It’s a good thing that she can’t see clearly, otherwise that red face covered with rouge would make her the brightest spot wherever she goes.
The two men rode wolves in a low-key manner to Hanyuan City. Three days later, they finally arrived at their destination.
Hanyuan City is a big city, and all demon cultivators can enter without hindrance. In addition, with the news of the grand banquet that was previously reported, the outer city is now crowded with people and is very lively.
The entire Hanyuan City is made of solemn black stone. As the city closest to the outer sea, it is more like an indestructible fortress. The city gate is large enough for dozens of people to pass through side by side. From a distance, it looks like a black giant beast lying on the plain, majestic and solemn.
The roads and various buildings in the city are also built with black stone. The restaurants, hotels, weapons and magic weapons look almost the same as those in a regular city.
If there is any difference, the biggest one is probably the clothes worn by pedestrians on the street.
Wen Yun watched the male cultivator who was strolling past them. He had three huge chicken feathers on his head, which were in a gradient of red and green. His body was also decorated with various feather ornaments. When he walked, the feathers fluttered in the wind and flew everywhere. One of them even floated into her hand. Unfortunately, this feather was not as beautiful as the helicopter chicken's and had no collection value, so she threw it away.
Perhaps because each tribe worships a different sacred beast, the decorations worn by the demon cultivators entering the city are similar to those of their tribe's sacred beasts, mostly decorated with animal skins, feathers, gems, etc. There are even many people who have tribal totems tattooed on their faces, almost covering their facial features.
In comparison, Wen Yun's red face was considered low-key among the demon cultivators. From a distance, her appearance and Ye Shubai's appearance were quite similar to the black wolves they were riding, making her inconspicuous in the crowd.
Wen Yun's eyes turned darkly, and he rode the black wolf closer to Ye Shubai, and whispered to him: "Do you know how many demon cultivators turned back to look at you just now?"
Ye Shubai's brightly painted eyes glanced at her face lightly, and it seemed that he had no intention of answering such a boring question.
But it doesn’t matter, Wen Yun said it himself: “Since you entered the city, there have been thirteen female demon cultivators and four male demon cultivators watching you.”
Ye Shubai kept a straight face and said nothing, he just quietly covered his face with the animal skin.
Wen Yun continued, "So let's find a place to stay first, and find out the specific procedures for participating in the banquet. Then I'll draw a wolf on your face to cover your face. How about that?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Ye Shubai instantly remembered the pattern that Wen Yun had practiced drawing on the ground before painting the demon wolf totem on the back of his neck.
It's not that they are not similar, it can be said that they are completely unrelated.
The tattoo on the back of Tianlangha’s neck is a wolf head with bared teeth and glaring eyes. What Wen Yun drew is…
A mysterious dog head with a grin and squinting eyes.
It's just outrageous.
So, Ye Shubai showed no mercy and firmly rejected Wen Yun's suggestion to draw a dog on his face.
Wen Yun had no choice but to give up, but after a while, she suddenly remembered another thing.
"By the way, Ye Xiaobai, is that the wolf picture you drew for me?"
Ye Shubai raised his beautifully-shaped chin slightly and answered confidently: "Of course."
Wen Yun thought that Ye Shubai had always been an honest person and would not brag about such things. Besides, a genius is a genius in every aspect. If he guessed correctly, his painting skills should be as good as his own.
Fortunately, the totem was painted on the back of the neck. If it was really painted on the face, the two of them would probably draw their swords and fight each other as soon as they looked in the mirror.
Both of them have now restrained their aura. Apart from Ye Shubai's appearance which attracted many flirtatious glances and conversations, everything went smoothly after entering Hanyuan City until they found an inn to check in.
The waiter in the Demon Realm was obviously not as good as the one in Wanbao Pavilion. He glanced at Ye Shubai's face with his three-white eyes and said lazily, "There is only one room left."
Wen Yun and Ye Shubai were not so hypocritical as to say that they must have two rooms. After all, ever since Ye Shubai was tricked into becoming a sword spirit, he has always been by Wen Yun's side, so one room would not be a big deal.
The problem lies in the sentence after Xiaoer -
"Three hundred magic crystals."
By the way, the currency in the Demon Realm is different from that in the Four Continents. They use magic crystals instead of spiritual jade.
Wen Yun glanced at Ye Shubai secretly, waiting for him to generously take out several million magic crystals from his pocket.
However, Ye Shubai stood there motionless. Finally, he seemed to remember something. He fumbled in the pocket of his fur coat for a long time and took out a handful of black crystals and placed them on the front desk.
She breathed a sigh of relief. It was okay. After all, Tianlangha was the young master of a tribe. He should have enough money on him.
However, the waiter glanced at the pile of magic crystals with a half-smile, almost rolling his eyes: "Your magic crystals are inferior, we won't accept them."
Wen Yun hurriedly felt inside her clothes. Fortunately, she had a good habit of being frugal when it came to stealing equipment, and she had previously looted all the items from those demon cultivators.
After much difficulty, he found a handful of similar crystal stones. However, the waiter waved his hand impatiently this time and said, "Your situation is even worse. In our Hanyuan City, we don't even accept beggars. Please find another place to stay."
The magical girl was shocked.
She turned her head and saw a beggar lazily walking outside the door. The crystal in the rotten bowl was indeed more transparent and sparkling than what they had taken out...
No, is the Tianlang tribe so poor
It is unwise to cause trouble in the enemy's base camp, so you can't be too arrogant when you have no money. You can only walk out in shame with your tail between your legs like those two demon wolves.
The waiter behind him sneered disdainfully: "Two poor country bastards, you're already two thousand and twenty years old, and you're still wearing shabby animal skins!"
Wen Yun was angry: "What's wrong with animal skins? Isn't this thing more expensive than the best silk brocade?"
Ye Shubai also frowned and replied softly: "I remember that those demon cultivators in the Tribulation Crossing Stage also wore beast furs."
Wen Yun sighed: "The aesthetic taste of the demon cultivators has changed too quickly."
As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes were fixed on a figure walking towards her. She was wearing a simple white dress, holding a wooden sword in her hand, and her black hair was tied up high...
If it weren't for the other party's evil demonic aura, she would have mistaken him for a swordsman who had sneaked into the demon world from the four continents!
The man walked to the door of the inn, and saw that the waiter who had been indifferent to them just now had rushed out first, followed by dozens of young girls, all of whom bowed respectfully and said, "Hello, Young Master of the City!"
The young demon walked into the inn in a ridiculous manner, holding a wooden sword in his hand, as if he was a demon above all others, with a look of indifference.
Wen Yun was dumbfounded. She murmured, "Don't tell me, is it popular among the nobles of the demon world to dress like this now?"
Coincidentally, Brother Jimao was standing next to Wen Yun. He sneered and replied, "I can tell you're from a small country tribe. People in the city started dressing like this five hundred years ago. Look at what nobility and grace mean. Only you country bumpkins are still wrapping yourself in animal skins."
Wen Yun silently looked back at him, fanned away another chicken feather that flew towards him, and said faintly: "So your chicken feathers are not considered animal skins?"
Brother Jimao was immediately furious and said angrily: "Our Caizhi tribe is the 130th largest tribe. Which tribe are you from to dare to talk to me like that!"
Wen Yun stood in awe. Colorful pheasants? Is this the legendary... Flower Pheasant Tribe
"Excuse me, I'm sorry. So you are brothers from the Caizhi tribe. We are from the Tianlang tribe."
As soon as the name came out, Brother Pheasant smiled disdainfully: "So it's from Tianlang, no wonder it's so unsophisticated."
The speaker may not mean anything, but the listener may take it to heart. When Wen Yun heard that the other party knew about the Tianlang tribe, he immediately became alert: "So you have heard of our tribe?"
Her mental strength had quietly begun to gather, and she was ready to kill the demon and silence him.
However, Brother Ye Ji said, "Nonsense. I can't remember anything else, but I can still remember the last name. Your Tianlang tribe is indeed the most useless tribe. You haven't even been to the city."
Wen Yun: “…”
It doesn’t matter. He was scolding the Tianlang tribe. What does it have to do with me, a sword cultivator
Wen Yun's mental strength also relaxed.
To be honest, Tianlang Ha had previously praised the Tianlang Tribe as the best in the demon world, so even though their strength was terrible, Wen Yun was still worried, fearing that the Tianlang Tribe was really famous and that they would be recognized as fakes after entering Hanyuan City.
Facts have proved that as long as you are vague enough, you can really do anything wrong.
Brother Jimao was still educating her, a country bumpkin: "Did you see what that young man is wearing? Those are clothes that he brought back from the other side of the sea with great difficulty. It is said that they are original goods from the Sword Sect over there. Such a set must cost tens of thousands of magic crystals, right?"
Wen Yun: “…”
No, the one he's wearing is obviously a fake, definitely not original.
Brother Jimao was still sighing: "The soil and water in our Demon Realm are different from those in the four continents. We can't raise silkworms or grow cotton, so we can only risk our lives to sneak back from the other side."
After hearing this, Wen Yun couldn't help but said angrily: "We demon cultivators are wise and powerful, why do we have to wear those crappy sword cultivators' clothes!"
She acted out her grief and indignation vividly, just like a passionate young demon.
But Brother Jimao looked at me with even more contempt: "You are indeed a country bumpkin who knows nothing. Get out of here and don't infect me with your rusticity!"
After he finished speaking, he turned around, shook his head, and walked away swaying with three chicken feathers on his head, too lazy to talk to these two poor guys anymore.
However, after hearing Brother Ji Mao's advice, Wen Yun, who had walked around the city, finally realized that the way the demon nobles dressed was actually very different from that of the foreign country tribes like them.
Those nobles who were in a grand position were all wearing the clothes of sword cultivators, or to be more precise, the slightly crude imitations of the Qingliu Sword Sect's disciples' clothes.
Wen Yunya gritted his teeth and suddenly a huge plan popped into his mind.
She grabbed Ye Shubai and whispered, "Come on, I'll go make some money now and take you to the most luxurious suite tonight!"
Ye Shubai also didn't expect that when Wen Yun talked about making money, he meant taking him to the large auction house opposite the inn.
Because the young master of the Black Snake tribe, who is now ranked in the top three, has returned from the four continents with a righteous cultivator and is visiting Hanyuan City. It also happens to be his 100th birthday, so countless tribes have rushed over to celebrate his birthday.
The wealthy large tribes had naturally prepared gifts early on, but the small and medium-sized tribes did not have anything presentable, so the auction venue in Hanyuan City became a good place for them to search for treasures.
Wen Yun observed at the door for a while, and after secretly memorizing the process for others to enter, he tied the two magic wolves outside and walked in with Ye Shubai as if he was familiar with the place.
She said in an arrogant tone: "I have a treasure, call your person in charge!"
The demon cultivator who was in charge of receiving and inspecting the treasure paused, and looked at the two of them with suspicious eyes...
Wen Yun chuckled, took out a white disciple uniform from his arms and slapped it on the table.
"Hey, you country bumpkin, take a closer look. Do you know what this is?"
The demon cultivator reached out his hand to touch him, and Wen Yun hit him back, saying something that was in line with the demon cultivator's style: "Go away, don't dirty my treasure!"
However, the demon cultivator who was testing the treasure did not fight back immediately. Instead, his eyes began to light up slightly.
You don't need to look to know that this is pure cotton clothing that cannot be produced in the Demon Realm. It was definitely brought back from the four continents across the open sea. It's ridiculous to say, perhaps because there have been no wars for hundreds of years, some young demon nobles who claim to have extraordinary taste have begun to imitate the dress of sword cultivators because they admire the strong. The most outrageous thing is that they have formed a chain of contempt.
Those who wear coarse cotton swordsman uniforms look down on those who wear animal skins, those who wear silk swordsman uniforms look down on those who wear coarse cotton, and those who wear genuine swordsman uniforms stolen or robbed from some righteous sword sect look down on those who wear imitation ones.
Unsurprisingly, standing at the top of the contempt chain is the disciple uniform of the Qingliu Sword Sect, the number one sword sect in the world!
After all, people like the young master of the Black Snake Tribe are a minority. Ever since the demon cultivators were defeated in the war, the method of making the sea boats they used to cross the sea has also been lost.
Even if most of the demon cultivators are able to risk their lives to cross the open sea and reach the Four Continents by chance, they only lurk in some small sects to steal information. How could they have the chance to go to the Qingliu Sword Sect and steal the clothes of other disciples
Therefore, this thing is simply out of stock!
It was a coincidence that when they were in the Xuantian Secret Realm, Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong, who were used to being poor, kept picking up things and stuffing them into their mustard seed bags. In the end, they had no more space, so they could only take out the pile of old clothes that they had saved for hundreds of years and asked Wen Yun to help them put them away.
That's why His Excellency Tianlang Yun came to the auction house today with more than twenty genuine sword-cultivating uniforms!
"Ms. Tianlang Yun, please come this way."
The person who led the way was the manager of the auction house. With an earnest yet decent smile on his face, he led Wen Yun to the VIP seats at the top.
"Don't worry, you can have a clear view of the entire auction hall from here, and no one else will be able to see your true faces."
He waved his hand, and two groups of beautiful waiters, one male and one female, soon came in. The man took the fruit wine and knelt down gently to serve it to Wen Yun, while the waitress entertained Ye Shubai in the same way.
Wen Yun clearly noticed the displeasure in Ye Shubai's eyes, and even his body stiffened slightly.
She thought for a moment and waved her hand lazily: "There are too many people here, it's annoying, everyone please leave quickly and leave me some peace and quiet!"
Oh no, I forgot to call myself "Laozi". The flavor of the devil cultivator is not strong enough.
But at least the group of beautiful servants left behind all kinds of fine wine and delicious food. Wen Yun sat lazily on the soft chair, took a glass of wine and took a sip.
Look at those demon cultivators crowded in the hall below. It seems that Brother Ji Mao is among them
Hmm... Wen Yun suddenly felt extremely comfortable, and thought that the decadent smell of the demon world was really good.
Ye Shubai sat opposite her, his eyes also fixed below.
A gorgeously dressed female demon cultivator walked onto the stage gracefully and bowed gracefully to the VIP seats upstairs and the people below.
"Hello everyone, I'm Hong Yan. We have brought many treasures to the auction this time. Before that, I want to ask, do you remember a name?"
Her bright red lips formed an extremely charming arc, and she slowly uttered three words -
"Ye Shubai."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yun took out a magic stone as big as his head and began to chant advanced magic. Ye Shubai also tightened his grip on the wooden sword in his hand, and murderous aura gradually condensed.
However, Hong Yan, who was watching from below, immediately revealed a charming smile: "Yes, he is the ultimate swordsman who has killed countless people and is the most terrifying in the entire cultivation world!"
She raised her hands and clapped, and someone came up to the stage carrying a plate covered with gorgeous animal skin.
"We in the demon world have always admired the strong! Although Ye Shubai is our mortal enemy, he is also the most respected and most powerful swordsman. It is because of him that this new clothing has become popular among the top nobles in our demon world."
Having said that, she seductively untied her snow-white animal skin cloak, revealing a fairy-like swordsman's uniform underneath.
Wen Yun: "..."
I suddenly couldn't finish the spell I was reciting halfway.
She stared at Ye Shubai with a strange look. She never expected that he had no presence among the righteous young people, but became a villain idol in the demon world and even led this outrageous fashion trend
From this, it can be seen that ideological education of young people in both the good and evil worlds must be carried out as soon as possible.
Ye Shubai pursed his lips tightly, his expression a little strange, and no one knew what he was thinking.
And Hong Yan on the stage continued: "Put it on and you will have the aura of the strongest man in the world!"
Wen Yun numbly pinched a piece of fruit and ate it, feeling very complicated.
Hong Yan was already talking about something interesting. She smiled sweetly and said, "... So everyone knows how difficult it is to get a set of clothes that match Ye Shubai's. Today, our auction house has accomplished this difficult feat!"
"This sword training uniform from the Qingliu Sword Sect has been authenticated as a genuine item by the three masters of the auction house. It is now up for auction!"
When these words were spoken, the older demon cultivators all had blank expressions or looked impatient with such a weird thing, but the younger demon cultivators cheered one after another.
It wasn’t difficult for them to get ordinary sword cultivation uniforms, but the same style as Ye Shubai… I’ve never heard of anyone having one!
Hong Yan gracefully lifted up the snow-white animal skin, revealing a set of plain swordsman's uniform underneath.
Wen Yun whispered, "This is what Senior Brother Zhu wore."
After a pause, he added a sentence to show his business conscience: "I still threw a cleaning spell on it."
The second generation of demons below have already begun to compete with great interest, and even the demon cultivators from small and medium-sized tribes are also participating.
Brother Ji Mao is one of them.
Although they could not understand the way of thinking of these upper-class demons and did not understand why they would bid for such a completely useless thing, this did not affect their desire to integrate into the upper class.
"If I wear this to attend the banquet, I think I won't be stopped even if I'm not invited! Then I'll have the opportunity to meet the demon lords of the big tribes..."
"The young master of the Black Snake Tribe is also a young man, and he has been lurking in the Four Continents for so long, so he must be more familiar with their clothing. It would be a great gift to give him this piece of clothing as a birthday gift..."
There was a burst of bidding sounds from below, but the price was not outrageously high. After all, only young demons were interested in this kind of thing.
However, the money from selling one piece is enough for Wen Yun to rent a luxury suite for a month.
She listened to the sounds below and felt a little delicate.
As expected, the demon cultivators have strong limbs but slightly simple minds.
She thought, if there were dozens of idiots who took the clothes that Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong had worn and gave them to the young master of the Black Snake Tribe...
What would that brother’s expression look like