It was already noon after watching the fight between the demon cultivators. Wen Yun had a good meal on the way back. His stomach was slightly bloated when he arrived at the inn.
"I just went to inquire again."
Wen Yun firmly believed that magicians should be cautious when going out, so he closed the door carefully, and then cast a spell on the door to prevent peeping and eavesdropping, and then he took off the big fur hat on his head with confidence.
Perhaps it was because the hat was too thick, or perhaps she was a little excited at the moment, so her fair little face turned red and her eyes were black and watery.
At this moment, she raised her head, pulled the corner of Ye Shubai's clothes and looked at him.
She said, "The Black Snake Master named Mo You is most likely the shameless thief we encountered in the Xuantian Secret Realm. As for the righteous cultivator he abducted, I heard that he is young and handsome, with a sword on his back. This is definitely Senior Brother Shen."
After that, she took out the mustard seed bag and weighed it: "This news was pried out from the mouth of the guards in the city lord's mansion. It must be correct."
For this she paid a huge amount of magic crystals.
Hanyuan City is a large city of demons. There are not only countless demon soldiers but also countless demon cultivators. Normally, there is a demon soldier every three steps in the City Lord's Mansion. Only at the banquet tomorrow will there be a chance to blend in and take Shen Xinghai away safely.
It would be fine to fly in openly, but Wen Yun was always worried that as soon as he flew up, the demon cultivators below would kill Shen Xinghai first.
She sighed, "I don't know why Senior Brother Shen is so unlucky. He encounters hardships wherever he goes. His fate is really like the protagonist of a storybook."
Only the male protagonist in a storybook could survive such hardships, right
The important task of saving lives cannot be neglected. Wen Yun rolled up her sleeves, and before she could say anything, Ye Shubai beside her had already handed her a pen and paper.
Sure enough, he became more and more aware of being a sword spirit.
The behaviors of the Black Snake Tribe were too strange, and Wen Yun began to suspect that they were the descendants of a dark magician.
"Use magic to fight magic."
While making the magic scroll, she warned Ye Shubai in a serious tone.
Because we don't know the enemy's strength, we must make the worst-case scenario and be fully prepared. This is the lesson Wen Yun learned after being killed by his own forbidden spell.
It was precisely because she was cautious enough that she was able to withdraw after killing Xie Mi'an.
Ye Shubai didn't think there was anything wrong with this statement because of the sword cultivator's self-esteem. After all, he had witnessed it with his own eyes in the Xuantian Secret Realm before. Ordinary sword moves and spiritual energy in the state of spirit and soul could not hurt the opponent. Wen Yun's magic, which seemed to be shocking, caused great harm to the demon cultivator.
Ye Shubai had unknowingly found himself holding a chicken feather brush, his bony hands pressing on the wrinkled magic paper. He glanced at Wen Yun silently, and quietly followed her in drawing, stroke by stroke.
Wen Yun drew the intricate patterns with extremely skillful movements. A flash of golden light passed by and the scroll was successful.
And Ye Shubai also put down the last stroke the next moment, a puff of black smoke came out, and the paper under his hand spontaneously combusted.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Wen Yun smelled the smoke and realized something was wrong. He looked up at Ye Shubai in a daze.
"Practice drawing the totem of the Sirius tribe." Ye Shubai pinched the burning paper with his bare hands, trying his best to look calm, but his neck was slightly stiff, and he raised his head to avoid Wen Yun's sight.
Wen Yun was convinced by this answer. She nodded and said, "You really should practice harder. At least don't draw a wolf as a dog."
Ye Shubai didn't want to argue with her about who was better at painting. He calmed down his heart which was slightly disturbed by the lie, lowered his head to look at the scroll painted by Wen Yun, and asked softly, "Is this the magic you used earlier?"
"Are you talking about Holy Light Judgment?" Wen Yun threw away a magic stone that had run out of energy, and generously took out a new one and put it aside for use: "That is high-level magic, which requires dragon skin and dragon blood to seal into a scroll. The crappy materials I have can only seal some low-level magic."
"Although my random teleportation scrolls are advanced magic, I can barely seal them on these pieces of paper because I have mastered the laws of time and space. However, they can't last too long."
Having said that, she slowly raised her head and suddenly remembered something.
"Oh, by the way... I haven't read that booklet carefully yet."
She was talking about the soul cultivation method given to her by the auction house manager. At first, she flipped through it roughly, but lost interest after discovering that it was not a real dragon skin. This thing was much inferior to dragon skin.
But now that I think about it, this thing can come in handy!
Wen Yunsu flipped her hand and took out the old martial arts book from the mustard seed bag.
However, the method of spiritual cultivation recorded in it was a bit like a low-end version of the magician's meditation method. She lost interest after flipping through it twice. Instead, she stared at the blank cover made of fake dragon skin with great interest, and even reached out to touch it slowly.
When Ye Shubai saw the light in her eyes, he had a premonition that something was wrong. Although they had only known each other for a few months, they had already spent a hundred years together in the world of memory.
The way her eyes sparkled and her lips curled up were exactly the same as when she first coveted those fat fish he raised.
“Tear—”
I was right as expected, Ye Shubai thought expressionlessly, who could have thought that she would actually tear off the cover!
Wen Yunsu smoothed the slightly wrinkled fake dragon skin with her hands and defended herself with reason and evidence: "There's nothing on the cover anyway, so I'll make the best use of it."
After saying this, she didn't waste any more time, staring at the fake dragon skin with burning eyes. Without hesitation, she bit her finger until it bled and put it on the skin.
Ye Shubai's heart tightened and he wanted to stop her, but he knew she was busy with work, so he could only watch silently.
Wen Yun was using almost all of her strength to absorb the energy from the magic stone. In a real battle, she would not have so much time to chant magic, so this time, she would definitely not miss the opportunity to get this advanced scroll!
Now there is fake dragon skin, but no dragon blood. Okay, then she will make the fake dragon blood!
Blood oozed from his fingertips, outlining mysterious lines at an extremely slow speed on the dark yellow leather paper. If there was another magician present, he would recognize that this was high-level light magic that could only be used by bishops of the Church of Light, the Judgment of Holy Light!
Legend has it that this is an advanced magic that possesses the most sacred power and can dispel all undead spirits and darkness!
This scroll took Wen Yun a very long time.
The sunlight outside the window gradually set in the west, casting a distorted shadow of the ancient tree outside onto the small table by the window, and making the densely packed magic patterns seem even more obscure and gloomy, and the originally bright red bloodstains turned into rust color.
Wen Yun's face was as pale as paper, and his eyes became even darker.
Her fingers pressed firmly on the last blank spot of the fake dragon skin, as if she was using all her strength to draw the final stroke.
The moment the blood bead seeped into the fake dragon skin, the magic stone in her left hand suddenly shattered into powder, reflecting countless tiny points of light at the moment of sunset, blending with the dazzling light bursting out from the magic scroll.
"It's done!"
Wen Yun exclaimed in surprise and grabbed Ye Shubai who was beside him.
The latter held her small finger even faster and gently bandaged the wound on the fingertip with a white handkerchief.
She leaned against the window and smiled nonchalantly: "It's okay, it's just a small cut. If you bandage it slowly, it will heal."
Ye Shubai looked up at her. In this dazzling light, she was wiping the sweat off her face and smiling. It turned out that she was the most dazzling one.
His eyes were as dark as ink, and he said, "I will study magic with you."
After a pause, he lowered his head. His thick and long eyelashes looked like black crow feathers, which was very beautiful.
"Since I have mastered the way of swordsmanship, I will not slack off in the way of magic either."
It sounded as if he was dissatisfied with her high attainments in magic, but his tone did not convey that meaning. Wen Yun just lowered her head and looked at him silently, waiting for his next sentence.
He solemnly tied the silk handkerchief on her fingertips into a beautiful bow.
"Next time something like this happens, I'll do it."
So he was... worried about her
Wen Yun was startled, and turned away uncomfortably, pretending to admire the sunset while jokingly saying, "Now you feel like a sword spirit."
I thought he would be petty and retort to me by calling me Master, but I didn't expect that after being silent for a long time, he just hummed softly.
No rebuttal
He said coldly: "It can't be worse than your last staff spirit."
An inexplicable heat surged from her chest to her face, burning her even more than the flames spewed out by the little fire dragon.
Lord Wen Yun, who remained calm even when a mountain collapsed, was now unable to utter a word. All he could hear was the steady breathing of the man beside him and the sound of his own heartbeat, thumping.
She pursed her lips, not knowing how to answer.
Over the long years, she has become accustomed to doing everything on her own and protecting herself.
It's a very subtle feeling to realize that there is someone around me who shares the same burden with me.
Should we encourage him by saying that he is no worse than Charmander
Or should she tell him honestly that her previous staff spirit had no awareness at all and would bite her head and spit fire at her every day
Wen Yun scratched the window with his fingers, trying his best to keep his face cool and calm.
At this moment of confusion, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded outside the window. After a very short silence, there was a loud bang and countless brilliant fireworks bloomed in the sky.
The noise freed her from her previous entanglement, and she turned her back and looked outside.
Someone shouted—
"It's time for the banquet, all guests please enter the City Lord's Mansion!"
It was as if a fuse was lit, and a boiling cheer like waves suddenly rang out outside, and even the gong was struck in the inn.
"On the 100th birthday of the Black Snake Tribe's Young Master Mo You, I have bestowed upon you ten thousand jars of fine wine so that everyone in Hanyuan City can celebrate together!"
"Give me millions of magic crystals, so that I can have fun with everyone in Hanyuan City!"
"Give me five thousand slaves, and let us have fun together with the people of Hanyuan City!"
…
It is said that this time everyone who comes will get a share. From Tianlangha's legacy, we can see that these small tribes live a very poor life. This time they can at least get a large sum of money by coming to Hanyuan City, so even if they don't get an invitation, it will be worth the trip.
As for those who received the invitation, they were the distinguished guests who could enter the City Lord's Mansion and have a banquet with the Young Master of the Black Snake Tribe.
Amid the silent and excited announcements, distinguished guests Wen Yun and Ye Shubai mixed in the crowd, calmly walking towards the City Lord's Mansion with invitations in hand.
The City Lord's Mansion is quite luxurious, quite different from the rough style of the Demon Realm.
Not only Wen Yun was looking around with great interest, but even the other demon cultivators nearby seemed to be coming in for the first time, and they all looked like country bumpkins.
However, what Wen Yun was looking at with great interest was not the City Lord’s Mansion, but the other demon cultivators nearby.
Why are all the demon cultivators I met along the way so tall and handsome
"So the invitations are really given out based on appearance." Wen Yun suddenly said to Ye Shubai, "Look, most of the hundreds of people admitted to the City Lord's Mansion are good-looking."
The other ugly guys seemed to be nobles from big tribes, and all of them who were wearing simple animal skins like them were handsome men.
By the way, they are all men, and there are not many beautiful women.
Ye Shubai looked at her silently. After a long silence, he said, "I thought you were observing the terrain."
She was looking so intently just now, it turned out she was looking at those good-looking male demon cultivators
Wen Yun laughed dryly: "I will observe the enemy first and then the terrain..."
When she was about to make a few more arguments to prove that she was not the kind of person who was obsessed with beauty, the jade communication slip under her animal skin coat actually vibrated.
Wen Yun quickly pulled Ye Shubai to hide in a corner and explained in a low voice: "I'm afraid something happened in the Survivor Village!"
The news from the other side of the open sea was too far to be transmitted, so the only possible news was the jade slip she left for Grandma Ahua before she left.
Sure enough, just after the connection was made, a crying boy's voice was heard from the other end -
"Wuwuwu, Master Fairy, Sister Fairy..."
It’s the crying boy named Heishi.
Heishi cried for a long time but couldn't speak clearly. Ah Xiu, who was beside him, was so anxious that he snatched the jade slip of communication.
"Master Immortal! There are outsiders who have intruded into our village!"
Wen Yun suddenly became dignified and asked alertly: "How are you now? Is there any trouble?"
Previously, the Tianlang tribe came to search and hunt down the people from the Survivor Village, and it is very likely that they are the ones again this time!
Ah Xiu was obviously a little nervous, but compared to Heishi, at least he could explain it clearly.
It turned out that a child from their village sneaked out to play on the ground and accidentally discovered that the wild boar trap they had made earlier was stepped on and collapsed. When he went to the side, he found an unconscious man lying inside.
The child was very young and didn't dare to tell anyone about his sneaking out. He became even more scared when he saw strangers, so he ran back without telling anyone.
It was not until the evening that Ah Xiu noticed something was wrong and forced the matter out.
"My dear mother-in-law, you have to stay in the village to watch over the others. Black Stone and I will take the treasures you left behind to deal with that evil cultivator!"
The treasure he was talking about was the magic scroll left by Wen Yun.
Wen Yun was also listening seriously to Ah Xiu's report on the battle situation over there. It was too late to rush back now, and she could only silently worry for the two children in her heart.
Ah Xiu's voice suddenly became trembling: "He is moving, as if he has woken up!"
Wen Yun quickly ordered: "Tear up the scroll and smash him!"
After saying that, he regretted that the scroll he left behind was just a low-level fireball spell. It would probably be useless if he encountered a slightly stronger opponent!
Shen Xinghai at the bottom of the pit finally recovered some strength after sleeping for a whole day and slowly opened his heavy eyes.
There's a... child lying on top of my head
Shen Xinghai's anxious heart finally calmed down a little. God will not let me go!
It looked like there were people living nearby. After drifting on the sea for more than half a month, he could finally take a break...
At this moment, Ah Xiu, who was above the wild boar pit, had already raised a magic scroll according to Wen Yun's instructions.
He roared: "Demon cultivator, prepare to die!"
Shen Xinghai's mind was in a mess. Before he could figure out what the little brat was shouting, a flash of fire suddenly appeared above his head.
The moment the magic scroll was torn into pieces, a fireball suddenly condensed and fell straight towards the wild boar pit.
This fireball looks so familiar.
Damn, this looks too much like Junior Sister Wen’s sword intent taking shape!
Shen Xinghai tried to block it with his sword in a panic, but he had no spiritual energy at the moment and the bottom of the pit was narrow, so he could only twist his body and dodge desperately.
His throat was dry as if it contained gravel: "Wait, kids, what are you going to do!?"
The little brat on the top looked shocked and yearning, and ignored the people shouting below: "This is the method of the immortals!"
Heishi was also shocked and immediately snatched a magic scroll from Ah Xiu's hand and tore it into pieces.
By the way, he imitated Ah Xiu and shouted angrily: "Demon cultivator, die!"
Oh, it turns out that I feel so handsome after shouting out those domineering lines.
Another ice cone shot towards Shen Xinghai. If his sword hadn't been fast enough, his head would have been pierced.
His sword-like eyebrows were raised in anger, and he defended himself hoarsely: "I am not a demon cultivator!"
Ah Xiu snorted coldly, and wisely didn't fall for it: "My mother-in-law said that the demon cultivators are cunning and vicious, and not a word of what they said is true!"
Heishi nodded fiercely: "The immortal also said that we can't trust anyone!"
After saying that, the two of them tore the scroll into pieces and threw it down. Using a bunch of low-level magic, they knocked Shen Xinghai, whose body had been tempered to be extremely strong, unconscious again.
Unfortunately, there are not enough scrolls.
Ah Xiu was a brave man. He took Hei Shi and tied up the man, preparing to take him back to the village of the survivors and hand him over to Grandma Ah Hua for handling.
The two young heroes reported to Wen Yun proudly, "Master! We have knocked out and captured this demon cultivator again! The Village of the Survivors is safe again. Go and save the other Master!"
Wen Yun on the other side only heard a series of crackling sounds and couldn't hear what they were saying at all. He only knew that he heard Ah Xiu's good news not long after.
She was very pleased and said to Ye Shubai: "Young people are really formidable!"
Fortunately, enough scrolls were left behind, and now that the survivors are safe, she can go and rescue them with peace of mind!
At the moment when the communication jade slip was cut off, the heavy door made of black crystal iron suddenly closed.
Countless lights lit up, making the night seem as bright as day.
A faint hissing sound was heard among the crowd of demon cultivators attending the banquet.
When they came in, they found that the wall of the city lord's mansion was terribly high. The place where they were was also an open space. When the gate fell, people felt depressed.
Someone looked back hesitantly and expressed his uneasiness.
"Why do I feel like... we're locked in?"