On the vast ocean, there are always raging waves, but this frozen sea is surprisingly quiet. Everyone stands on the deck, looking at the dark invisible mist in the distance, then lowering their heads, staring fixedly at the crystal ice surface that is slightly shining.
The already cold outer sea was now even more bone-chillingly cold. Fortunately, the survivors had long been accustomed to this cold environment and were able to survive by simply covering themselves with animal skins.
Some brave young children had already climbed the hemp ropes to get off the boat and jump onto the ice, which made the older survivors so anxious that they cursed and yelled.
"It's okay. The ice is three feet thick. They've been stuck on the boat for half a month. It's good to go out for a walk."
After hearing what Wen Yun said, the adults no longer stopped the children from playing on the ice, but if they ran too far they could not escape being punished. For a while, the sounds of adults scolding and children laughing continued, bringing some life to the dead silent outer sea.
Because there was fog ahead and they couldn't find the direction clearly, and many people had been seasick in recent days, so they decided to stay on the ice for two days, on the one hand to rest and on the other hand to have Wen Yun and a few others go into the fog to find the direction.
Shen Xinghai threw the rotten wood on his back onto the ice, saying that he was exploring the way, but in fact he just took Heishi and Ah Xiu for a walk on the ice and played. When he came back, he couldn't hide his excitement. It seemed that he had forgotten about the broken sword long ago. If it wasn't inconvenient to be on the ice at this moment, he would have built a sword furnace and forged a new sword on the spot.
He also didn't know how Wen Yun used such a terrifying power, but everyone in the world of cultivation might have a trump card, and it would be impolite to ask rashly.
Besides, the person who did this was Junior Sister Wen. She had already formed her Nascent Soul in ten days. Isn't it a normal thing for her to freeze the sea water casually
Instead of thinking so much, you might as well seize the time and have fun skating.
On the other side, Ye Shubai raised his smooth chin slightly, looking at the ice surface with a little hesitation, with hint of deep thought.
He had seen Wen Yun use this magic in the Thousand Arrays Tower before, but at that time it took her half a cup of tea to chant. This time, not only did it only take a few moments, he didn't even feel any magical fluctuations when she cast the spell.
Even though Ye Shubai is only a beginner magic apprentice, he is still able to capture magical elements.
The biting cold wind made Wen Yun's face pale. She turned around and saw a piece of ice crystal that had condensed at some unknown time hanging on her thick eyelashes, making her eyes look even clearer.
"I don't feel right." She looked at Ye Shubai helplessly, not knowing how to describe the abnormality in her body.
Fortunately, Ye Shubai understood what Wen Yun wanted to express without her explaining in detail. He took the wooden sword and swung it twice, using the most basic fireball technique. However, there was silence in the air, without any magical fluctuations.
There are no magical elements above the open sea, so if you want to use magic you must rely on the magic stone.
Wen Yun used the same spell, and the next moment, a giant fireball as big as a rock suddenly flew out and smashed a big hole in the ice surface not far away.
The fireball was incredibly large, even larger than the enhanced cedar wand. More importantly, her hands were empty when she cast the spell, without a Philosopher's Stone.
Sure enough, the abnormality when using "Thousand Miles of Ice" just now was not accidental.
Wen Yun thought about it, threw the wooden sword up, and used the sword-controlling technique not very skillfully. She saw the flying sword fly into the sky. What she used was not spiritual power, but the same mysterious golden warm current as before.
"Ye Xiaobai, the case has been solved." Wen Yun looked at Ye Shubai solemnly and lowered his voice to a very low level: "My mental power and spiritual power have merged together."
Ye Shubai had guessed this possibility a long time ago, but he had never heard of such a thing before. His brows were slightly furrowed, but his voice was still cold and gentle, with a calming power.
"Don't be afraid, this seems to be a good thing now."
At least Wen Yun's strength has made a substantial leap. Before, her spiritual power was negligible, and her main means of fighting was still relying on magic. If there were someone to cover and assist her, her power would be extremely powerful. However, once she was alone and was approached, she might encounter an accident.
But now that she has advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, she would not be afraid if she encounters a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation stage again. Coupled with her unfathomable magical means, she can even fight against a cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing stage!
The cold wind gently blew Ye Shubai's black hair, making her features look even clearer and more picturesque. His expression was rarely gentle, and he comforted her softly, "Being different is not a bad thing. You don't need to worry."
"I'm not worried, I just feel a little uncomfortable with this fusion of power." Wen Yun blinked, and then showed a dazzling smile: "I have always been different, so I have always been strong and not lost in the crowd."
It’s not right to say that he is confident, Wen Yun has always been arrogant.
She slowly straightened her messy hair and said nonchalantly, "Besides, the cultivation world hasn't produced any powerful people who have ascended to the sky for thousands of years. Maybe it's because the cultivation method is wrong. Immortals must cultivate their spirit and body at the same time. Maybe my way of cultivating mental power and spiritual power together is the correct method."
In fact, Wen Yun has always had secret guesses.
The gods of magic in the magic world cultivate their mental power to the extreme to become gods, while the ascended masters in the world of cultivation use their spiritual power to temper their flesh and cultivate their bodies to the extreme to become immortals.
The paths of practice for both are completely different, but the ultimate goal is to become the supreme being.
However, in his previous life, Wen Yun had taken the little fire dragon to look through various books, but he could not find an example of a true god of law. Even the Church of Light, which has always preached the supremacy of its own god, has always been vague about the origins of the God of Light.
They only said that after becoming a God of Law, a messenger serving the main god would come to guide and lead the new God of Law to the divine realm.
Now that I think about it, this statement is similar to the ascension to the real world: after ascending, immortals will lead you to the upper realm.
Could it be that the so-called fairyland and the divine realm are actually the same place, and the god worshipped by the two realms is actually the same person
Perhaps the world of cultivation and the world of magic were once the same place, but later gradually separated due to different inheritances. Perhaps her dual cultivation of magic and martial arts was the original way of cultivation
Wen Yun suppressed all the messy speculations in his mind and pulled Ye Shubai's sleeve.
"In order to verify whether my guess is correct, after we find the right way, I will teach you how to cultivate your spiritual power when we return to the ship! Maybe you can directly ascend from the half-step to the ascension!"
Ye Shubai had no intention of objecting. Others might worry that such behavior would affect their own cultivation, but he always expressed his understanding of Wen Yun's various wild ideas.
In a sense, this is not about trust, but rather a tacit understanding between two unconventional geniuses.
Experimenting with Ye Shubai is a long process. The most important thing right now is to seize the time to find a clear way forward and keep moving forward.
Wen Yun threw the wooden sword upwards with swift movements, and then casually used the sword-controlling technique to fly into the air.
Very good, the sword-wielding technique was used accurately this time, and the movements when drawing the sword were also very cool and handsome. Wen Yun silently praised himself in his heart.
After all, he used the sword-controlling technique and could flip the sword nine out of ten times. Later, he had Ye Shubai as his personal driver, so he was too lazy to improve himself.
She stood on the sword, looked down at Ye Shubai, and then stretched out her hand to him: "Come up, it's time to show my real sword-controlling skills."
Ye Shubai frowned slightly, but still drew his sword obediently.
Wen Yun calmed his mind and carefully controlled the power in his body to steer the flying sword forward, not forgetting to carefully remind Ye Shubai behind him: "Hold me, otherwise the sword will flip over and you will fall."
Ye Shubai, however, kept a short distance from her and said seriously, "Don't offend her."
However, the next moment, Wen Yun's flying sword, which had been flying smoothly just now, suddenly accelerated and rushed forward. Ye Shubai stood steadily on the flying sword, but the person controlling the sword tilted his body and fell to the side involuntarily.
Fortunately, the man behind her seemed to have anticipated this situation. He reached out in time to hold her in his arms and protect her. He was very skilled at this action.
In the end, it was the veteran driver Ye Shubai who had to come out to fly the sword. Wen Yun stood behind him in frustration, holding on to his waist tightly and refusing to let go.
Yu Jian was indeed much faster than Shen Xinghai who was using a rotten piece of wood as a skateboard.
Wen Yun and Ye Shubai quickly flew into the fog.
She just wanted to test the power of her current sword moves, so she was too lazy to look for a new way. She simply raised her sword and chopped forward along the large reef blocking her way.
The mysterious energy poured out from her Nascent Soul and transformed into an invisible sword energy, which cut a path through the enemy with extraordinary momentum.
Wen Yun looked at the smooth and flat sea surface, nodded with satisfaction, and looked up at Ye Shubai: "This is also good. I don't need to use magic stones anymore when I use magic. I can save a lot of stones. I am really a good girl who is frugal and manages the household well."
Ye Shubai's posture remained calm and elegant, but the look in his eyes when he looked at Wen Yun seemed vaguely strange, as if he wanted to say something but stopped.
So Wen Yun praised himself again and waited for his approval.
After a long silence, facing the girl's strong desire for recognition, Ye Shubai finally had to gently remind her: "Why don't you take a look at the mustard seed capsule first."
What does this mean? Could it be that her treasure is lost
Wen Yun felt something was not right, so she quickly untied the mustard seed bag around her waist and looked inside.
There were a lot of things packed in a mess inside, mostly various female cultivator supplies left by Xu Wanfeng, but the most eye-catching one must be the giant magic stone as big as a mountain.
Seeing it was still there, I breathed a sigh of relief, at least it wasn't lost.
However, the next moment, she suddenly realized that this giant magic stone seemed to be covered by those fragmented magic stones. How come it was exposed now
Where's her endless supply of Philosopher's Stones?!
Wen Yun's heart tightened, but she couldn't find the precious magic stones after turning the mustard seed bag over and over. She only found a few pieces of gravel here and there. Not only that, the 100,000 top-grade spiritual jades she had piled on the other side also disappeared!
There is a mark of the soul on the mustard seed sac. Unless the owner gives it to you on his own initiative, it can only be opened after the mark of the soul is erased.
Her soul is so powerful that even Mo You cannot afford to offend her. In this world, apart from Ye Shubai and the Little Fire Dragon who have the imprint of her soul, no one else can open it.
"Did my staff spirit awaken?" Wen Yun murmured in a low voice, analyzing the development of the situation: "It has always loved those shiny things, it must have secretly hidden my treasure. I will go back and ask it to return it later."
Although Ye Shubai didn't mind Wen Yun putting the blame on the staff spirit, he was ultimately overwhelmed by his inner integrity.
"He didn't take it, I did."
Wen Yun was slightly stunned, then he reached out to his own sword spirit without hesitation, trying to get them back.
However, Ye Shubai added: "You were promoted to the highest level earlier because of the spiritual jade and magic stone. The mustard seed bag in your body has been used up."
So the mysterious energy in her body did not come out of thin air, but was all absorbed from the spirit jade and the magic stone
The light in Wen Yun's eyes gradually disappeared. He opened his mouth but said nothing for a long time.
The shock and despair on her face were so obvious that even Ye Shubai couldn't bear to watch it.
He handed over his mustard seed bag and said seriously, "There are still a million spiritual jades left in here. I'll give them all to you."
Wen Yun looked at the mustard seed capsule, then at Ye Shubai, and sighed, "I regret it."
"regret?"
She suddenly realized, "I said before that I would teach you to cultivate your spiritual power, to see if you can truly practice Taoism and Dharma together like me, but I didn't expect that it would cost so much to cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage. Wouldn't it cost even more for you to cultivate to the Ascension stage?"
"… "
The stingy Wen Yun tied the mustard seed sac that Ye Shubai handed to him very carefully back to his waist, and finally stood up and patted the man's shoulder, saying earnestly: "Be good, we won't practice anymore."
We sword practitioners can’t afford this kind of krypton gold gameplay!
Feeling sad about her property being blown away by the wind, Wen Yun did not eat for the next few days. She just sat on the side of the boat thinking about life, and from time to time she reached into her mustard seed bag to see if the giant magic stone was there.
The boat moved forward, and my heart was broken.
Shen Xinghai didn't find it strange at all after hearing this. Instead, he whispered to Ye Shubai with relief: "In fact, I always thought that Junior Sister Wen didn't look like a sword cultivator."
Ye Shubai glanced at him indifferently, and was already slightly alert in his heart.
However, Shen Xinghai didn't notice anything and continued, "Now it seems that I misunderstood."
He was very excited: "Look at how she feels sorry for Lingyu now, she is a real swordsman!"
Ye Shubai: “…”
You sword cultivators of this generation are so self-righteous about being so shabby? I thought my three disciples were not up to par, but I never thought that each generation is worse than the previous one!
At this moment, Wen Yun, who was being talked about, slowly raised his head. Shen Xinghai quickly shut up and moved aside with his beloved Fire Soul Iron, fearing that Junior Sister Wen, who had gone crazy with poverty, would take the treasure back.
However, Wen Yun didn't even look at him. She just stood up, stepped on the arm-thick side of the boat, and looked into the distance. The wind blew up her light-colored skirt, but she, who always paid attention to her image, was too lazy to even press it down, and continued to look intently into the distance.
Ye Shubai was the first to notice something was wrong, then he flew up to the sky and looked over there. Gradually, his expression became solemn.
They had been moving forward in the fog all the way here. Fortunately, they were lucky and had not encountered any reefs. But now the fog was getting thicker and strange things were happening again.
"There are strange sounds in the fog." Ye Shubai said softly.
The sound was faint and fragmented by the howling sea breeze, so no one could hear it clearly. It seemed particularly strange in the dark fog, as if something was howling.
Heishi and Ah Xiu, who were also outside the cabin, turned pale and whispered, "When I was a child, my grandmother told me that the reason why we couldn't cross the outer sea was not only because it was difficult to float on the sea surface, but also because there were sea monsters inside. Those monsters especially liked to eat young boys and girls alive..."
Hearing this, Shen Xinghai took a breath and subconsciously took the piece of rotten wood on his back and held it in his hands, in a defensive posture.
Wen Yun was puzzled: "Why are you so nervous at your age? Even if there are sea monsters, they should eat these two little ghosts first."
As he said this, he pointed at the two little kids in front of him.
Heishi and Ah Xiu, who were already extremely frightened, suddenly looked pale and pursed their lips as if they were about to cry.
Shen Xinghai was helpless: "Junior Sister Wen, don't scare my disciple!"
Wen Yun, who had frightened the child to tears, rubbed his nose, climbed back to the side of the boat angrily to observe the movements in the fog, and finally looked up at the sky: "I suspect we really encountered a monster. This sound came from the sky."
Without saying a word, Ye Shubai used the sword-controlling technique to step on the sword and stand up, with a calm and indifferent demeanor.
He said: "If there are evildoers, kill them."
Wen Yun immediately followed and climbed up. Shen Xinghai, who was below, was inspired by their fearless spirit and said passionately: "Why should I be afraid of evil spirits? I will kill them all with my righteousness!"
After saying that, he subconsciously wanted to use the sword-controlling technique to fly up, but then he remembered that his sword seemed to be broken. In fact, a broken sword can also fly, but... he lost the broken sword!
Shen Xinghai smiled awkwardly and asked Ye Shubai: "Brother Ye, can you give me a ride?"
Ye Shubai glanced at him coldly, then flew away on his sword, expressing his rejection with his actions.
Shen Xinghai looked down in dismay and found that his two disciples were looking at him. He had no choice but to save his dignity: "It's like this, your Master Ye rejected me because the flying sword can only carry two people at most, if there are more, it won't be able to fly."
Wen Yun and Ye Shubai had already flown to the top of the fog, following the sound of ghosts howling and wolves howling, and gradually they could hear it clearly.
It was a miserable male voice: "Ah! I can't do it anymore! I don't have a drop left!"
"Don't panic, Second Brother. I'll be the one flying the sword! Hold on tight to me and don't fall!"
"Junior brother, I have recovered some of my spiritual power, let me take over!"
I could only vaguely see three people huddled together riding on a flying sword. Although the fog was too thick to see their faces clearly, the voice sounded familiar.
Wen Yun hesitated for a moment, tugged at Ye Shubai's clothes at the waist, and whispered, "Ye Xiaobai, do you think these voices sound familiar?"
Ye Shubai frowned and replied, "I've never heard of it."
After that, he whispered solemnly: "We don't know whether the other party is an enemy or a friend. We must act before the enemy finds out—"
However, before Ye Shubai could take action, three screams suddenly came from above. The three figures exhausted their spiritual energy and fell into the sea in unison, flashing past Wen Yun's eyes.
Three pairs of desperate yet confused eyes looked at Wen Yun who was flying steadily in the air.
She slapped Ye Shubai's waist and shouted urgently: "Save them!"
"These are your three disciples!"
A moment later, Shen Xinghai and his two disciples looked up at the same time, and saw a long team flying over the top of the magic boat.
Ye Shubai and Wen Yun were still standing on the sword, but Ye Shubai was holding two unconscious people in his hands, and another person was hanging on the tip of the sword.
Heishi scratched his head and counted carefully: "Master, their swords can obviously carry five people."
Shen Xinghai: “…”
Why don’t you care about the Siren or the identities of these three people, but you have to bring up something that embarrasses the Master!