Are the demon cultivators stupid or treacherous
There is no answer to this question.
Wen Yun clearly took out a large pile of old clothes for auction, but Hong Yan on the stage exaggerated it as if there was only this one piece in the entire demon world, making the brainless second-generation demons below even more emotional.
She watched from above for a while. If she guessed correctly, there were only a few stupid people here. The others who were shouting the loudest...
That was a shill at the auction house.
But it doesn’t matter, the more expensive the photo, the happier she is.
Wen Yun looked at Ye Shubai with confidence and said with a smile, "Okay, I've got the money for the food and lodging for the next few days."
However, there are still a lot of sword training uniforms left to be photographed.
Hong Yan didn't rush to take them out. She took pictures of a few common magic cultivation supplies before releasing another batch.
Those who had not won the bid suddenly became interested again, except the demon cultivator who had just won the bid at a high price, who was dumbfounded.
The man immediately stood up and roared, "Fuck, you guys at the auction house deceived me! You clearly had so many but you lied to us that there was only one. Did you take me for a fool?"
Hongyan on the stage covered her lips and smiled, saying with seductive eyes: "I never said that it was the only one."
Yes, she only boasted from beginning to end about how rare the dress was, but never said there was only one, so it wasn't a lie.
The demon cultivator in pig skin rolled up his sleeves and cursed, ready to fight, but Hong Yan clapped her hands calmly, and the guards of the auction house came forward with machetes.
The Pigskin Brothers took a quick look and finally put their rolled-up sleeves down in disappointment.
Wen Yun in the VIP seat sighed and said seriously: "You see, the demon cultivators are actually very cunning, not as stupid as we think."
At least this female demon cultivator named Hong Yan was much smarter than her two sword cultivator brothers. She divided the pile of old clothes into three auctions and raised the price by at least three levels.
Wen Yun slumped in the soft chair, putting the sweet little fruits into his mouth while calculating how many magic crystals he could get in total.
"The first piece was sold for 70,000, the next ten pieces sold for a total of 560,000, and the last three pieces sold for another 300,000. After deducting the 20% commission that needs to be paid to the auction house, we now have..."
She calculated with difficulty, and Ye Shubai opposite her reminded her calmly: "Seven hundred and forty-four thousand magic crystals."
"Although it's not like we got rich overnight, it's enough to cover our expenses in the Demon Realm. Let's go to the best restaurant here for a meal tonight."
After that, Wen Yun threw a fruit over with a smile on his face: "You calculated very quickly. This fruit tastes very good. I'll give it to you as a reward."
Ye Shubai took the fruit and looked at it, and it seemed that he recalled the time when Wen Yun had used sour fruit to trick him into saying it was delicious.
He pursed his lips slightly, but still chose to bring it to his mouth and took a gentle bite.
The refreshing sweetness spread between the lips and tongue, and the fruit tasted excellent this time.
Wen Yun was still unaware of Ye Shubai's psychological struggle. She half-lying on the soft chair with one hand on her chin, lowering her head and watching the auction below with great interest.
The environment of the Demon Realm is not as good as that of the Four Continents, and the products are relatively poor. The items put up for auction are far inferior to those in the Wanbao Pavilion.
But the local climate and soil nurture the local cultivators, and there are many things here that Wen Yun has never seen before that he took out to shoot.
She waited with great interest among those strange and eccentric things, wondering if she could get a chance to take a picture of something that could be used as a magic wand.
However, instead of waiting for the material for the wand, he got another treasure.
Hongyan on the stage had smiling eyes and her slender white hands were holding an old book.
The pages of the book looked like paper but not paper, like leather but not leather, and the material was extremely strange.
Wen Yun's nonchalant expression gradually faded, and he subconsciously sat up straight and looked carefully.
Ye Shubai noticed her mood change and turned his head slightly to look at her: "What's wrong?"
"This thing looks familiar." Wen Yun just said this.
What she didn't elaborate on was that the first impression this book gave her was that it really looked like the top scroll material in the magic world...
Because magicians have limited mental strength, and the magic chanting takes too long, and their bodies are extremely weak, they can easily be taken away by a stick.
Therefore, for magicians, making scrolls that can cast magic instantly is a must-have skill that is a matter of life and death.
Scrolls of different levels actually require different materials to be made.
Most of them would use special magic paper to make scrolls. This kind of paper could retain most of the magical elements, but the power would gradually dissipate after a period of time, and the scrolls could only be stored for more than ten days.
After Wen Yun arrived in the world of cultivation, due to the poor conditions, she also used homemade magic paper. Fortunately, her technique was exquisite and it was much better than ordinary scrolls.
Magicians with wealthier fortunes would choose various beast skins as materials. This kind of scroll can be preserved for hundreds of years and is an excellent scroll material.
And when it comes to the highest level, such as when it comes to storing super-level magic second only to forbidden spells, those big guys will choose... dragon skin.
Wen Yun held a fruit in his hand and stared at the book thoughtfully.
This thing really looks like the dragon skin in the magical world.
Hong Yan pursed her lips and smiled: "This was sent to auction by a young man from an ancient tribe. Although many people don't know the name of their tribe now, it was said to be the largest tribe in the demon world thousands of years ago. Don't you want to buy this treasure that has survived for thousands of years and study it?"
Everyone understood instantly.
It turned out that he was the grandson of some impoverished tribe and sold his ancestors’ treasures!
This kind of thing is too common in the demon world, because the tribes are constantly fighting and strife. When the fighting is the most intense, the dog tribe is still the leader during the day, and the cat tribe becomes the boss at night.
Therefore, if we really trace back to our ancestors, everyone can dig out a great ancestor. Who hasn’t had a glorious time
But it is somewhat miraculous that it can remain intact for thousands of years.
However, after Hong Yan explained the origin of this thing, those who had originally been interested suddenly lost interest.
"It is said that the method of spiritual cultivation is recorded here."
Wen Yun became even more interested. She had been interested in the laws of the soul since she was in the Xuantian Secret Realm, and she didn't expect to encounter it here.
So she threw a sign and went out to participate in the auction, but compared to the previous fierce competition, there were only a few people participating in the auction this time.
Wen Yun was quite curious for a moment, and turned to look at the well-informed Ye Shubai: "Didn't they say that there are also magic cultivators who have awakened their soul talents? Why do they seem to be indifferent?"
Before she could wait for Ye Shubai's answer, a dispute over this martial arts technique suddenly arose.
The two demon cultivators sitting in the front row seemed to be at odds with each other. After one of them raised a sign, the other demon cultivator wearing a tiger skin mocked him.
"Only you, the useless ones who have awakened your spiritual talents, would place your hopes on various techniques. People like us with physical talents know that we can only become stronger through constant fighting and training..."
Before he could finish his words, the red-haired demon cultivator beside him stood up immediately and shouted angrily: "Hu Po, do you dare to duel with me?"
The demon cultivator named Hu Po immediately showed a pair of giant hands that were bigger than rocks, and said disdainfully: "You, a skinny loser like a chicken, dare to declare war on me?"
Before he could finish his words, another pale-faced demon cultivator stood up from behind him. A red light flashed from his hand and attacked Hu Po's head sinisterly.
"You look down on our spiritual talents? I will make you kneel down and serve me like those beasts!"
Wen Yun was really dumbfounded.
She was aware of the hot temper of the demon cultivators, but she never expected that they would fight in the auction house.
Ye Shubai was used to it. He sat quietly on the chair and said calmly, "The demon cultivators always like to fight among themselves. Back then, their number of Tribulation Realm warriors was several times that of the righteous ones, but they didn't help each other and were like a pile of loose sand. This is how we can defeat them."
After a pause, he added, "Because most demon cultivators awaken their physical talents, and only a very small number awaken their spiritual talents, the two sides look down on each other."
"..." Wen Yun was speechless. Everything could lead to internal strife. From tribe to talent, could it all become a reason for fighting
The crowd below was already in chaos, but Hongyan on the stage remained calm and composed, as if she was used to these things.
Sure enough, not long after they took action, all the guards at the auction house rushed out, tied up all the troublemakers and threw them out, and the martial arts book that caused the internal strife was also taken away.
Hong Yan smoothed her hair slowly and waved her hand nonchalantly: "We've kicked out all the unruly people. Now let's continue the auction."
Wen Yun sighed to Ye Shubai: "I want to buy it back and study it."
At this moment, there were three knocks from outside. When the door was opened, it was a steward with a smile on his face, followed by a beautiful woman holding a white jade tray.
"Ms. Tianlang Yun, these are the 930,000 black crystals you obtained from the auction. Please count them."
Wen Yun paused, and the lips hidden under the animal skin curled up, but he asked in confusion: "Huh? You don't have to hand over the 20% of the magic crystals?"
The steward seemed to have expected Wen Yun to ask this question, and answered readily: "You two were able to get so many goods from the Qingliu Sword Sect, you must have had extraordinary means to cross the sea to the north. I don't want to make money, I just want to establish some good relationships with you two."
After saying that, he called back and another maid brought a tray, on which was placed the martial arts technique that had caused a sensation just now.
The steward said considerately, "Just now when I saw you two taking pictures of this thing, I ordered someone to take it down. I'll just give it to you as a gift."
This technique is actually very awkward, because there are very few magic practitioners who have awakened their spiritual talents, and one can only practice one spiritual technique. If one wants to practice this one, one must discard the previous one and start over. If this new technique does not suit one's taste, then it will be a complete failure.
The most important thing is that the demon cultivators who despised each other among the tribes all felt that... if the skills of a declining tribe were really powerful, their tribe would definitely not have declined to this extent.
Because of its embarrassing position, the price of this thing is not high and not many people are willing to bid for it.
The manager felt that it was most appropriate for him to use it as a favor.
After presenting the technique, he continued to speak to Wen Yun in a humble manner that did not seem like a demon cultivator: "If you two bring back any good things in the future, don't forget to consider trading with us first. We will definitely give you the best price."
It turned out that they thought they were professional human smugglers and were prepared to offer them some sweet benefits in order to establish long-term cooperation.
Wen Yun immediately nodded in enlightenment, and said proudly and unhappily: "Of course, it's easy to do things with smart people. I will definitely look for you first when I come back next time!"
The two parties reached a good consensus, and the atmosphere in the room became a little closer. The steward glanced at Ye Shubai unintentionally and said with a smile: "Your brother is very handsome. I guess you prepared this technique for him, right?"
Wen Yun blinked and said casually, "No, I awakened the talent of my soul, and my brother awakened the talent of his body."
The steward showed surprise on his face: "Oh? Seeing that the young master has such an outstanding temperament, I guess his awakened talent is also extraordinary, right?"
After hearing this, Wen Yun slammed the table and said excitedly, "Yes, he has awakened an extremely strong talent that does not feel pain. This talent is destined to make him a brave and unparalleled warrior. There is hope for the revival of our Tianlang tribe!"
Ye Shubai: “…”
She was very into the role.
The steward picked up a cup of tea and congratulated him, saying, "I am not good at drinking, so I will use tea instead of wine. I wish you two great fame in advance—"
He said this tactfully and appropriately, but the maid behind him was a little clumsy and accidentally touched his hand, and the cup of scalding hot tea spilled all over Ye Shubai.
"You lowly maid! How dare you offend our distinguished guest!" The steward's expression suddenly changed. He turned around and scolded the maid harshly: "Drag her away and feed her to the dogs!"
At this moment, Ye Shubai, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke: "Nothing."
The gem on his forehead shone brightly under the lamplight, but it did not take away any color from his face. He did not even look at the place where the boiling water was splashed, as if he was completely unaware of the boiling water.
The steward bowed and apologized quickly: "I am an ignorant maid. Since you two have come to Hanyuan City from outside, it is difficult to find an inn now. Our auction house is willing to provide you with a villa. I will definitely treat you with good wine and good food."
He was ready to lead the two to the other courtyard, but the young woman who was completely hidden in animal skins suddenly said, "No need, we have already found a place to stay."
The supervisor's face froze for a moment, then he smiled again: "Then I'll ask the maid to move your luggage to the other courtyard..."
Wen Yun rejected it without wavering: "No, we are too lazy to move. We appreciate your kindness."
The manager had no choice but to give up and apologize, then left with a face full of shame.
As soon as this group of people left, Wen Yun immediately took out a magic stone and quickly set up a hidden formation in the room to prevent being spied on or eavesdropped on.
After finishing, she stood up and walked to Ye Shubai, trying to lift his hide without saying a word. The latter immediately pressed her hand, raised his head and frowned at her, his tone was somewhat alert: "What are you doing?"
Wen Yun was helpless: "Let me see how you look after being burned."
She saw clearly just now that the water in the pot was clearly boiling hot, and the maid's acting was stiff, and it was obvious that she was deliberately testing Ye Shubai.
It was also thanks to him that he could endure it. If it were someone else, they would have jumped up when they were burned, but he was the only one who could sit there without blinking.
Ye Shubai's brows relaxed, but he still didn't let go, and explained calmly: "I'm fine."
"It is the master's responsibility to care for his own sword spirit."
However, in the end, Ye Shubai was unwilling to let Wen Yun care about his thigh, so Wen Yun had to give up and sat down next to him, whispering, "Did you see that?"
Ye Shubai nodded and hummed.
"No matter how rare those clothes are, they are only worth tens of thousands of magic crystals. Compared with those treasures that start at millions, they are really insignificant. To put it bluntly, they are just some insignificant little things. Such worthless things can make the steward come to us and try to please us in every way... From now on, although they love to fight among themselves, they are not stupid at all."
Not only are they not stupid, but from the young master of the Black Snake Tribe in the Xuantian Secret Realm, we can see that the demon cultivators are extremely scheming and scheming. If Wen Yun and Ye Shubai had not been randomly teleported into the secret realm, I'm afraid the four continents would have already undergone a shocking change.
Wen Yun reached out and pulled a magic crystal in front of him, then played with it in his palm.
"Of course, it can also be understood that he really wants to use us to smuggle things from the four continents. But it's strange. I was the one who took out the things and talked to him, but his eyes always quietly fell on you."
Wen Yun rubbed his head and finally came to the conclusion: "They are spying on you, testing you, and trying hard to invite us to live in the other courtyard... Ye Xiaobai, it seems that their real target is you."
Ye Shubai had naturally noticed this a long time ago, and said calmly: "Kill him if he comes."
This answer was consistent with what Wen Yun had thought. Neither of them was scheming or good at planning conspiracies. Wen Yun was better. After all, she had excellent acting skills and was also good at fooling people. However, Ye Shubai was really bad at this.
When faced with situations like the one before where people had ulterior motives, he could only act cool and silent.
So the best way is as he said, treat it with caution, and if they dare to come again, kill them!
The girl, nestling in the animal skin, lifted up the big hat on her head, revealing a face painted red with many colors, but her eyes were so bright that they seemed to be sparkling.
"I have a bold guess."
Ye Shubai always felt that her smile was too cunning, and it seemed like she was plotting something, but he did not stop her. He just waited for her to guess without making any expression.
She raised her pretty face, her eyes and eyebrows full of smiles: "Look, we are clearly here together, but the other party only pays attention to you. Is it because my beauty is covered up, so the other party has set his eyes on you, intending to make you a concubine of the city lord or something..."
"… "
Ye Shubai really regretted allowing her to open her mouth.
The city lord, who was suspected by Wen Yun of coveting Ye Shubai's beauty, was standing humbly at the bottom of the steps of a luxurious palace. It was strange that he was clearly the master of the entire Hanyuan city, but he seemed like a subordinate of the people in the palace in his own territory.
In fact, it is true to say so. Several large cities are controlled by different large tribes, and the Lord of Hanyuan City is originally from the Black Snake Tribe and was supported by the tribe to rise to the position. Therefore, the real owner of Hanyuan City is not him, but the people in the palace.
Seeing a black-clad attendant appear, the city lord immediately stepped forward and asked earnestly, "I wonder if Master You is willing to summon me?"
The black-clad attendant said coldly, "Young Master You is not here."
The city lord's face froze, and he retreated angrily, but he still couldn't help but take a look into the hall.
The young master of the Black Snake Tribe is named Mo You. His strength and methods are too terrifying to be that of a hundred-year-old young man. If he had not taken the initiative to go to the Four Continents to lurk more than ten years ago, he would probably have become the real ruler of the Black Snake Tribe long ago.
A few days ago, a group of secret guards from the Black Snake Tribe brought Mo You to Hanyuan City. The city lord only saw the family head's token but not the person, and the young master also hid in the palace and never showed up.
He had come to ask for an audience nearly ten times, but he had never seen anyone! The most recent time, he just listened to the young master's instructions at the entrance of the main hall.
The order was also strange. It was to invite demon cultivators of all races to attend Mo You's centenary banquet, and also made some strange requests in private.
If you meet young men from a small tribe who are extremely talented and handsome, you must remember to bring them to the banquet venue.
There is an even stranger one, which is not to awaken the spiritual talent.
The mayor complained to his son privately many times: "Young Master, aren't you making things difficult for me? Everyone knows that if you only look at the appearance, those who have awakened their spiritual talents are always better than those who have physical talents. Besides, most of the people in the small tribes are running around in the mountains and forests, and their appearance is rough and ugly due to the wind and sun. How can I find a young and handsome man for him?"
The city lord's son was also a well-known playboy. He couldn't help but sneer when he heard this request: "I think Young Master You might have developed some strange habits after staying on the other side of the outer sea for too long."
The city lord's face changed drastically: "Shut up! How dare you say such a thing!"
When his son had been a rampant figure in the city since he was young, and now suddenly there was someone younger than him and more powerful than him, he was naturally unhappy and sneered: "Who is he, Mo You? This Hanyuan City is your world, and he started to act pretentiously as soon as he came here, bah!"
These words touched the heart of the city lord. He looked at his son who was indignant on his behalf, and finally couldn't bear to scold him. He just sighed and said, "After all, he is the young master. Just bear with it."
…
After the secret guard kneeling on the dark tiles relayed these words, he quickly lowered his head.
After a long while, a cold voice came from behind the layers of veils: "Do they really dare to say that?"
The secret guard immediately replied: "I will kill these two idiots who dared to criticize Your Majesty!"
"Forget it." Mo You said coldly: "My injuries have not healed yet, and I still need them to work for me, so let's keep them for now."
The secret guard responded respectfully.
Mo You asked again: "Where is the person I brought back?"
The secret guard immediately replied: "We have several subordinates guarding him closely and will never let him escape."
The veil hung low, blocking out all light, and it was impossible to see what was going on inside. After a long time, a hoarse voice was heard -
"Back off."
If anyone dared to walk in, they would find that the person lying on the bed was not a person, but a coiled black python, its vertical eyes sometimes widened and sometimes narrowed, and its tail swayed painfully and weakly from time to time.
He had just said a few words when he felt an unbearable pain in his soul, as if another soul was fighting with him for control of this body.
Earlier in the Xuantian Secret Realm, Wen Yun's holy light punishment left him with serious injuries. In desperation, Mo You had to control his soul and take over the giant python beside him to escape. If the secret guards who stayed at the outer sea border had not opened the hidden small exit in time, he would most likely have died on the spot.
However, even though he had escaped, the injuries to his soul were still severe, and now it was even difficult for him to regain his identity. The journey back to the Black Snake tribe was long, and if he met people from other large tribes on the way, something bad would probably happen.
Under such circumstances, Mo You resolutely chose to temporarily take refuge in the city of Hanyuan. While notifying the elders of his family to come here, he also took advantage of the so-called centenary banquet to choose a suitable body for himself!
You cannot choose someone who has awakened the talent of the soul, because as long as the other party has a little knowledge of the art of the soul, he will most likely be killed in his current state.
The young man from the small tribe with no background was the most suitable candidate for the temporary body, but it was a pity for the two bodies he had previously chosen.
First, Xie Mi'an, the extremely yin body that he had painstakingly prepared, was killed, and then Yu Qinghong's physical body was destroyed... Counting the serious injury to his soul now, it turned out that the same person was responsible for all this!
"Wen Yun..."
With his eyes slightly narrowed, Mo You hissed out these two words, so cold that they seemed to be spoken from hell.
If it weren’t for Wen Yun, he would have already taken over Xie Mi’an’s body and possessed the strongest extremely yin body!
If it weren't for Wen Yun, he would have let his subordinates take over the bodies of those righteous geniuses in the Xuantian Secret Realm long ago. There would be no need to take action then. As long as those old guys who were about to die and the "young masters" took power, the Black Snake Tribe would be under control of the entire Four Continents.
What is there to fight for in this barren place of the demon world? If you want to fight, fight for the whole world!
He had been plotting this plan for countless days and nights, and was even willing to hide his identity and lurk in the Xie family for ten years, working so hard just to reap the final fruit.
Everything was executed perfectly. Those useless people in the righteous way had no idea that someone would know how to possess another's body. Just as he was able to quietly control the Xie Family, this time he would be able to kill his way into the enemy's top floor without bloodshed. This move was the most vicious and deadly!
However-
"Wen Yun..."
Mo You once again pronounced the name that had destroyed everything, his voice cold and resentful.
"When I get a new body and recover from my injuries, your death will come! By then, I will want both your mistress's body and yours!"
On the other side, Wen Yun, who had already checked into the luxurious suite of the inn, lazily opened an exquisite booklet.
"Look, the auction house is worried that we won't be able to attend the banquet, so they specially sent us an invitation."
She threw the invitation aside and looked at Ye Shubai with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"You are so attentive. I think you are probably coveting your body. Look, if I hide my beauty, no one will stare at me."
Ye Shubai looked at her helplessly, not knowing how to respond.
Wen Yun was very excited. He took out a pen from somewhere, dipped it in black ink, and came over excitedly: "Come on, for your safety and for our low-key plan, let me draw a hungry wolf totem with its face covered for you..."
Ye Shubai jumped back gracefully and said stiffly: "No need, I'm wearing a mask."
She continued forward, smiling, "Wearing a mask is too conspicuous, it's better to paint a wolf on your face."
Ye Shubai thought of the dog she had drawn that day and continued to back away calmly: "Not good."
Wen Yun frowned: "Do you look down on my painting skills?"
This time he actually guessed it right, but of course he couldn't hurt her feelings so bluntly, so he just chose to keep quiet and not answer.
Isn’t this attitude a tacit agreement
Wen Yun was very unconvinced: "I want to see how good you are at drawing. You actually look down on me like this."
After saying that, she walked into the inner room at a leisurely pace, turned her back to the mirror, lifted her hair to reveal the back of her neck with the totem painted on it, and then turned her head to look—
After a moment, a great magician holding a pen jumped out from inside. Judging from his expression, his anger level has reached its peak.
"Ye Shubai! You drew a wolf as a dog. How dare you look down on me!"