In the two days before the grand banquet was officially held, Wen Yun and Ye Shubai were very relaxed and at ease.
For example, after Ye Shubai successfully moved into this luxurious suite with a large courtyard, he got up before dawn the next day to practice sword, which greatly satisfied his basic needs as a sword practitioner.
For example, Wen Yun finally lay down on the soft and luxurious big bed after a long period of running around. She adjusted her sleeping position after rolling back and forth several times. She covered herself with the quilt, listened to the rhythmic sound of wooden swords breaking through the air outside, and prepared herself for a full day of sleep.
Unfortunately, things don’t always go as planned.
She had just covered herself with the quilt when the noise of sword practice outside in the yard stopped.
Wen Yun reacted extremely quickly, but before she could roll up the quilt and pretend to be asleep, that clear and cold voice appeared again -
"Wen Yun, it's getting late."
Half an hour later, Wen Yun was woken up by Ye Shubai with sleepy eyes. He threw the animal skin on himself and rode outside on the big bad wolf with a look of despair.
Ye Shubai was walking in front. He didn't know when he had made a big fur hat similar to Wen Yun's. It covered most of his eye-catching face, so he no longer attracted attention on the road.
However, Wen Yun was very unhappy.
In the past, when she was forced to get up early, she could at least look at Ye Shubai's face to calm her restless mood. But now, all she can see is a big wolf. How can she calm down
Even though Ye Shubai was not good at guessing people's minds, after spending so much time with Wen Yun, he could see that she was a little depressed at the moment.
"I heard that there is an arena in the west of the city, where demon cultivators compete and duel every day."
The demon cultivators are warlike and may start fighting without saying a word. It is better to encourage them than to block them, so there are fighting arenas everywhere in the demon world. You can challenge anyone you like to fight.
As he led the wolf forward, he explained to the girl riding on it, "It's not that I don't want you to rest, but the situation is pressing. We are in the enemy camp, and you don't know much about magic cultivation. If you encounter a strong enemy, you might be in danger. You need to observe and learn as soon as possible."
Wen Yun yawned and said, "I know you are doing this for my own good, so I am willing to come out with you."
Although she occasionally acted lazy, she was never vague about serious matters, so even though she said she was reluctant, she still followed him out of bed obediently.
Ye Shubai's voice was gentle, just like the air in the early morning, with a hint of chill, yet making people feel very comfortable.
"I have been watching you before. Your magic is very powerful, but it has a fatal flaw. If the enemy attacks too quickly or attacks close to you, you will not be able to deal with it in time."
This statement reveals the magician's weakness.
"Most demon cultivators are good at close combat. If you go and take a look, you might gain some insights."
As they were talking, the two of them had already stepped into a busy street block. Demon cultivators in various attires were walking on the street, and from time to time two feathers or a handful of fluff would float by.
Wen Yun was watching with great interest, when he suddenly noticed a person in front of him wearing clothes that looked very familiar. The other demon cultivators passing by him silently made way for him, and it was obvious that he was of extraordinary status.
Looking more closely, she saw that the man was wearing the old clothes of Zhu Erchong that she had sold!
She was immediately excited and subconsciously reached out to pull the sleeve in front of her: "Hey, look, isn't that..."
However, the hand that always caught accurately fell short this time.
Ye Shubai, who was originally in front of her, disappeared without a trace!
The last bit of sleepiness that had been stubbornly lingering was instantly taken away. Wen Yun subconsciously retracted his hand under his wide animal skin coat and took out a magic stone from the mustard seed sac hidden inside.
There is almost no spiritual energy here. Ye Shubai might have been abducted by some extremely powerful old demon!
This is the territory of demon cultivators. Although Ye Shubai has never been here, his legend is still circulating here after five hundred years. Could it be that some long-lived old demon has discovered him
The auction house manager knew something was wrong the moment he saw it. Could he have been the one who did it
In just a moment, countless speculations flashed through her mind, and the magic stone hidden in her hand gradually began to glow.
At this moment, a large green leaf came from behind.
Wrapped in the leaves is a kind of golden fried dough, sprinkled with brown sugar powder, and the heat and aroma keep rushing into your nose.
After Ye Shubai handed the thing over, he turned over and rode on the wolf. He didn't look away, but reminded him: "Eat it while it's hot. There's more after you finish it."
Only then did Wen Yun realize that he was holding a lot of things in his arms, all of which were freshly baked hot food.
His originally slightly cold and indifferent eyebrows were dyed by the white heat, appearing peaceful and gentle, as if he was no longer the lofty swordsman, but an ordinary person in the mortal world.
She was surprised: "You just disappeared and went to buy food?!"
"Um."
This answer left Wen Yun speechless for a moment. She had no idea that Ye Shubai, who was usually very cautious, would do such a thing and frighten her for no reason.
But she was not the kind of person who liked to blame her companions, so she could only bite the snacks he brought her while thinking about how to educate him tactfully without hurting his self-esteem.
However, before she could say anything, Ye Shubai spoke first: "These are all for you."
Wen Yun's eating movements slowed down. He silently glanced at the various snacks from the Demon Realm in his arms and said hesitantly, "I'm afraid you have overestimated my appetite."
Ye Shubai rode the magic wolf past her and walked in front, hiding his expression and movements, leaving only his handsome back, so that she could not get a glimpse of his emotions. Only his cold and lonely voice gave her away a little bit.
"I noticed that you haven't been talking much since you left the house." The voice paused, as if hesitating a little: "I was worried that you would be unhappy if I woke you up."
Having said that, Ye Shubai pursed his lips, not knowing what to say next.
He didn't know why he was forced to squeeze into the crowd to buy these snacks. Maybe it was because he remembered that she didn't eat when she went out, or maybe it was because he suddenly remembered that she was different from him and could not get used to the fasting pills.
Or maybe he didn't want to see her getting angry with him, so he wanted to try to coax his little disciple using the same methods that his masters used to coax him when he was a child. After all, she was actually just a teenager now.
In short, before he could sort out his thoughts, his body had already gone to buy all these things.
Wen Yun felt a little embarrassed. Ye Shubai's words made her feel that she was not steady enough, like a little kid who was throwing a tantrum at adults.
She swallowed the food in her mouth and said earnestly, "I just didn't wake up so I didn't speak, it's not that I'm unhappy. And as a good master, I will definitely not get angry with my own sword spirit. I will cooperate with whatever you want to do."
Ye Shubai: “…”
He suddenly didn't want to give her the food in his arms.
Wen Yun patted the head of the wolf under his seat and drove it to walk side by side with Ye Shubai's mount in front.
She reached out and naturally took a piece of cake from his arms, adding casually.
"But since we are here together to learn the magic fighting techniques, we should also buy food together. Otherwise, I will be really angry if you make me worry."
The girl's clear and bright voice floated in his ears.
She said, "Remember, take me with you next time you do anything."
Ye Shubai was stunned for a moment, then nodded solemnly: "Okay."
After saying that, he couldn't help but suspect that Wen Yun was not full and wanted to buy more, so he handed all the food to her: "If it's not enough, I'll buy more."
I feel helpless when facing straight men.
Wen Yun took a big bite of the pancake and said, "That's enough!"
As a result, by the time Wen Yun reached the crowded arena, the food had already gone cold and he hadn't finished eating it.
It can be seen how much Ye Shubai admires her appetite.
Mounts are not allowed here, so Wen Yun tied two big wolves to the mount area. There was already a black tiger and two big wild boars inside. When they saw the new wolves, they started to scare them with their puffs.
The two wolves looked weak and innocent in front of them. They tucked their tails tightly between their legs and looked at Wen Yun with a whimper, refusing to go in no matter what.
Ye Shubai stepped forward, patted the two wolves on the head, then took two snacks from Wen Yun's arms and fed them to them before coaxing them in.
Wen Yun was silent for a while. She always felt that his expression and behavior when feeding the wolf were very similar to when he fed her.
But seeing Ye Shubai's natural look, she could only suppress the doubts in her heart and concentrate on watching the competition on the arena.
Wen Yun sighed when he saw this: "As expected of a fighting nation, so many people came so early in the morning."
What's even more exciting is that there are already several demon cultivators lying below the arena with missing limbs, and the worst one even has half of his head missing. Even this miserable scene could not dampen the enthusiasm of the crowd behind, and there are still countless people shouting below.
"Mother Gan Lin, hurry up and beat them. I'm waiting to come up and teach these bastards a lesson!"
The demon cultivator who was fighting fiercely on the stage cursed back: "How dare you urge your father? Come up and get a fight!"
So the demon cultivator immediately came over to beat up the father, and the opponent on the stage just now also cursed back: "Fuck, I need your help? Get lost!"
Wen Yun: “…”
This three-way melee that broke out out of nowhere was so exciting. Are all you magic practitioners so good at playing
The fight was intense on the stage, and Ye Shubai in the audience was also slowly imparting knowledge to Wen Yun: "About 90% of the magic cultivators will awaken their physical talents when they are young. After awakening, a certain part of the physical body will be strengthened. For example, the legs of the leopard magic cultivator on the left are several times stronger than those of ordinary people, so he mainly uses his legs to attack people."
"If you fight them, remember to aim your sword at the part where their talents are awakened and attack their vital parts."
Wen Yun secretly took note of this piece of knowledge, but his eyes unconsciously turned to the new demon cultivator who came on stage. He saw that he was thin and pale, and looked like a weak chicken compared to the other demon cultivators.
For some reason, this person gave her a feeling of being slightly dangerous, and also slightly... familiar
It turned out that Wen Yun's feeling was not wrong.
After the weakling came on stage, the three people who were already fighting passionately ignored him and were still immersed in the fight.
He carefully walked around to the back of the field, muttering something rapidly, his eyes fixed on the three people in front of him.
Suddenly, the three people who were fighting were shocked as if they were struck by lightning. Their expressions became dazed and stupid, and finally their bodies leaned back and fell heavily to the stage at the same time!
Someone in the audience recognized the weakling's identity and exclaimed, "He has awakened a spiritual talent!"
There are very few demon cultivators who have awakened their spiritual talents, and most of them are from large tribes. Since they are not strong in close combat, they are usually surrounded by a group of guards. I didn't expect to see one on the ring today!
The other demon cultivators were furious: "Fuck, you soul-talented people just love to do this kind of shady things!"
"I thought there was something fishy about him sneaking up on stage, and sure enough, he attacked again!"
"Grandson, come and confront your grandfather head-on!"
After knocking down the three men, the weakling said nothing and did not accept the provocation of other magic cultivators below. After taking the winner's magic crystal, he quickly stepped down and found a corner to sit still.
The demon cultivators cursed but could do nothing. This was in Hanyuan City. Since the other party refused to fight, they could not fight rashly. If they did so, they might be captured by the city lord's guards.
Moreover, a new round of fighting started on the stage, and the target of their insults changed to the new demon.
Wen Yun's gaze was always on the demon cultivator, and his brows were getting tighter and tighter.
Ye Shubai leaned towards her and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
"Look at his posture, isn't it a little strange?" Wen Yun whispered: "Actually, it's a bit like the meditation posture of our magicians..."
Magicians rely on their mental power to control magical elements to complete spells, but mental power is limited. Once it is exhausted, it is equivalent to falling into a state of empty blue, so weak that even mortals cannot be compared to it.
The best way to restore mental strength is to have a good sleep. This is also the reason why Wen Yun sometimes cannot get up in the morning. After all, she often practices magic in the middle of the night and her mental strength is always insufficient.
At this point, she confidently told Ye Shubai: "So I'm not staying in bed in the morning, I'm recovering my mental strength!"
Ye Shubai also answered carefully: "Okay, then I won't bother you to recover your mental strength in the morning anymore."
After saying this, he thought of something else and said hesitantly, "But you went to bed after dinner last night and didn't practice magic..."
Wen Yun turned her face away as if nothing had happened. She vaguely felt her face hurt by this argumentative guy, so she quickly changed the subject.
"But sleeping is slow after all. The fastest way is to absorb energy from the Philosopher's Stone. But the Philosopher's Stone is very precious, and not everyone has that luxury. So most people choose to use meditation to restore their mental strength."
At this point, she looked at the weakling over there cryptically: "Is his current state similar to the state when I was exhausted of my mental energy before?"
He was too weak to stand, his face was pale, and he was sweating all over.
So similar.
At this point, Ye Shubai also realized what Wen Yun was talking about: "You mean..."
"I always feel that these magic cultivators who have awakened their spiritual talents are very much like a type of magician."
Dark magicians, a group of people hiding in the darkest corners of the magic continent, are said to roam in cemeteries all day long, digging up corpses and manipulating them to become puppets, or making them into undead guards and skeleton warriors. They are a terrifying existence in the entire magic continent.
Unfortunately, although Wen Yun had never done such an immoral thing as digging up people's graves, he was still forcibly labeled as a "dark magician" because he offended the Church of Light.
In a rage, she actually asked Charmander to secretly steal a few magic books from the Dark Temple while she was escaping, and did some research on dark magic.
However, since she was a little disgusted with digging graves, she only did a rough analysis and did not carry out the work until her death.
"That person seems to be from the Black Snake Tribe." Wen Yun narrowed his eyes and spoke in a low voice.
The other party's totem seemed to be tattooed on his wrist. When he raised his hand just now, she vaguely saw a small piece of black snake tail.
"The method used by the Black Snake Master in Xuantian Secret Realm is also very similar to that of the Dark Magician..."
Wen Yun's mind was working fast, trying hard to recall the black magic books that he had glanced over in his previous life, and past memories were turned out from the corners.
She murmured softly the words on the title page of a magic book.
"Believe in my God and sacrifice your soul to my Lord. Believers abandon their bodies, but their souls will live forever, immortal."
Immortal and indestructible.
"Leaving the body behind, the soul lives on in all eternity, immortal..."
Wen Yun repeated this sentence and looked up at Ye Shubai, whose eyes were equally solemn.
"Possessing another's body." Ye Shubai gave the answer.
This discovery immediately makes people feel their scalp tingling.
Wen Yun's heart was beating very fast and her mind was in a mess.
"No, could it be that someone successfully created the forbidden spell of time and space before me and came to the world of cultivation? And spread the dark magic here?"
She came here by accident. Could there be a fellow villager here
wrong…
The meditation methods used by these people are extremely simple, and their use of mental power is as crude as that of magic apprentices. If there really is a magic god arriving in this world, he will definitely not teach such low-level methods!
Could it be that magic was once passed down in this land and then lost
Wen Yun pursed his lips and his gaze fell again on the black-feathered serpent totem in the demon cultivator's hand.
"If I remember correctly, I heard someone say yesterday that the descendants of the Black Snake Tribe all seemed to have awakened their spiritual talents?"
"Yes."
Wen Yun didn't think any more and made a decision: "Let's go to the banquet. We have to find a way to capture the Black Snake Young Master. I want to interrogate him about who his ancestors are."
After thinking for a while, he added: "Of course, the most important thing is to rescue Senior Brother Shen. I heard that the evil cultivator captured a righteous cultivator and it must be Senior Brother Shen!"
Phew, luckily I didn’t forget about Senior Brother Shen this time.
On the other side, on the beach outside the village of survivors, a piece of dead old wood floated from the sea and was hit by the waves and washed onto the beach.
A young man in white with a pale face slowly opened his eyes, reached out his hand in panic, and only felt relieved after touching his sword.
He looked around, his brows furrowed, and a look of vigilance gradually appeared in his eyes.
The swordsman pulled out the sword with trembling hands, barely stood up, and tried to fly the sword, but the sword he threw into the air fell straight to the ground instead of flying up.
“Oh,” he picked up the sword, opened his pale lips and said hoarsely: “Even if God wants to kill me, I will not obey!”
After saying this, he limped slowly from the beach into the jungle.
How slow? Even the little turtle next to him is faster than him.
A moment later, there was a sudden sound of something heavy falling in the jungle.
Then a child exclaimed, "Another wild boar has been caught!"
The person who fell to the bottom of the pit saw a golden light in front of his eyes. He could not see or hear anything clearly, as if his whole body was falling apart.
No, as monks we can only die in battle. Such a humiliating death is unacceptable!
Until he passed out, a sentence was still ringing in his mind -
"My fate is my own..."
Not by God...