Shen Xinghai went surfing every day, and finally lived up to everyone's expectations and caught half a basket of fish from the open sea.
Shen Xinghai was very excited by this achievement. He immediately rushed into the fog with a lantern in hand and went into the sea again with great interest. Before leaving, he recited a magnificent poem and treated fishing as if it were a dragon-slaying exercise.
On the magic boat, Wen Yun had already expertly cut open the fish and cleaned it. She couldn't help but ask Ye Shubai, "Why does this fish look so shabby?"
Without waiting for Ye Shubai to explain, she figured out the answer on her own: "I know, because there are fewer fish in the open sea and the water is deep, so they grow randomly."
Although the fish looked ugly and two of them looked poisonous, Wen Yun thought that there was no way a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage could be poisoned by fish, so he took out the barbecue grill with great interest, threw several pieces of charcoal from cedar wood into it, and laid out various condiments, completing his preparations.
Xu Wanfeng, who had just followed, had his eyelids twitching and was staring at the barbecue grill.
"Junior sister, this seems to be the alchemy furnace I scavenged from the Internal Affairs Hall."
How could something that caught the eye of Xu Wanfeng, a powerful person in the Transformation Realm, be a mediocre item? However, this alchemy furnace, which could be considered a treasure, had its top cut in half and was transformed into a barbecue grill.
Wen Yun nodded and praised naturally: "Yes, although none of us can make pills, it is very good for baking things. The temperature is very uniform, and the baked things are fragrant and crispy without getting burnt easily."
Xu Wanfeng really wanted to snatch the alchemy furnace back, but when Ye Shubai glanced at him casually, he instantly backed down.
Forget it. I am no longer the master’s favorite disciple. I should be more self-aware and stop competing for favor with my junior sister.
The three male disciples of the Tenth Peak had no knowledge of cooking. Before Wen Yun entered the peak, the so-called kitchen was just a decoration, and Yue Xingzhou didn't even have fried peanuts to go with wine.
So now the three of them could only stare at Wen Yun's operations from the sidelines, waiting for the familiar process of eating for free.
As a senior brother who loves his junior sister, Yue Xingzhou also praised Wen Yun with his master: "Master, you should try my junior sister's cooking skills. Her cooking skills are excellent."
Wen Yun, who is good at making fried peanuts and salted peanuts, felt a little embarrassed and quietly moved to the side to give his place to the real craftsman.
So, the three disciples watched helplessly as their master walked to the alchemy furnace with the top cut off.
Under the stunned gaze of the three people, Ye Shubai slowly rolled up his wide sleeves and began to grill the fish.
Turn over and brush with oil, sprinkle with salt and spread the sauce.
The same hands that wielded the sword to kill people also looked so beautiful when cooking.
Xu Wanfeng and Bai Yushan were so frightened that they dared not say a word, while Yue Xingzhou felt mixed emotions and sighed softly.
He lowered his voice very low: "Junior brother, do you still remember when we first entered the sect, because we were young and hungry easily, Master often cooked for us personally?"
Bai Yushan also recalled the scenes of deep affection between master and disciple and was deeply moved.
"Master knows that we have been hungry for more than half a month in order to cross the open sea, so he grilled fish for us personally!"
Only Xu Wanfeng fell into deep thought.
Back then, the eldest brother was obedient and the third brother was honest, but he was the smartest and had the best memory.
Xu Wanfeng remembered clearly that Ye Shubai often prepared midnight snacks for them when they were young, but the so-called preparation was just carrying a sack of sweet potatoes up the mountain, throwing three into the fire every night, and when they were hungry in the middle of the night, they would go and find some...
However, the fish was now roasted so carefully that only the fish bones were removed.
The three apprentices watched eagerly as the fish was roasted, and when the aroma wafted out, they waited for their master to divide the fish.
Under their gaze, Ye Shubai picked up the perfectly roasted one and handed it to Wen Yun beside him. Then he pointed to the three pieces on the side and said, "Eat it."
Wen Yun paused while eating the meat and his eyes wandered. If he remembered correctly, these three fish were so ugly that they seemed to be poisonous.
However, the three senior brothers were completely unaware of this. They even ate with great relish, shedding tears of gratitude as they ate.
“This smell reminds me of when I was a kid.”
"It is a great honor to be able to study under Master."
"Master, you have worked hard."
Before he finished his flattery, he heard a hearty laugh: "I came back late and didn't get to greet the three brothers, so I sent a basket of fish and shrimp as compensation!"
As they were talking, Shen Xinghai, who had just returned from fishing, strode in with a basket of fish. He handed it to Ye Shubai in a familiar manner and said with a smile, "Brother Ye, you are the best cook. Come, let me grill these for you, too."
The three disciples were shocked: "What do you call him?"
Shen Xinghai looked back at the three strange fellow disciples and answered as a matter of course: "Senior Brother Ye, isn't he the eldest senior brother of your Tenth Peak
"… "
Young man, you may have misunderstood. This is the ancestor of our Tenth Peak.
Shen Xinghai had met Xu Wanfeng before. If he was a direct disciple of the First Peak, he might know the seniority of these three people. Unfortunately, he was just an insignificant little character in the First Peak, so he had no idea about the identities of these people.
Young sword cultivators are not like these centuries-old monsters who care about seniority. As long as the gap is not too big, those who have a good relationship will treat each other as peers.
The problem is, this time it’s really too far off!
This is not the difference between uncle and nephew, this is the difference between your ancestors’ ancestors!
But Ye Shubai had no intention of stopping them, and even told them not to shout about his identity everywhere. So the three of them had to hold their breath and dared not say anything, and could only stare at Shen Xinghai with complicated eyes.
I heard people from the Wan family call Ye Shubai "senior brother" before, and now this kid also calls him "senior brother". It seems that the alias Ye Xiaobai was really given by him.
Why, does Master like to act so young now
Ever since Shen Xinghai showed up, the three disciples saw this grandson dealing with Ye Shubai intimately and familiarly every day. Every time they heard the word "Senior Brother Ye", their hearts sank.
What's even more terrifying is that his two little disciples with runny noses called Ye Shubai "Uncle Ye", which cost them their lives, which were over 500 years old.
Fortunately, this torture did not last too long. After sailing for more than half a month, the magic boat finally gradually sailed out of the fog.
They have left the outer sea area, and this sea area is now under the jurisdiction of Fubuki Island.
The further north they traveled, the deeper the spiritual energy between heaven and earth became. Several monks whose spiritual energy had been sealed suddenly felt their bodies become relaxed and comfortable again. Standing at the bow and looking at the sky that was gradually becoming clear and blue, they felt as if they had been reborn.
Wen Yun led Grandma Ahua, whose breath was getting weaker and weaker, out of the cabin. The latter's time was running out, and the spiritual energy in her body was only going out, and she was about to return to this world.
"Granny, we have left the demon world." Wen Yun spoke softly to her and pointed to a large island not far away: "That is where the mortals under the jurisdiction of Fubuki Island live. It is also your hometown."
Granny Ahua looked up at the sky, and then at the clear sapphire water. Her eyes were filled with joy and fear. This is what is meant by being timid when one is close to home.
After a long while, she called out to the other survivors in the cabin, "Come out quickly, no need to hide!"
The children had already been lying on the side of the boat, looking at everything unfamiliar with joy, but the adults were a little hesitant.
They have lived underground for so long that they have forgotten how to stand upright on the ground.
They were used to sneaking out of caves in the dark to find food and breathe fresh air, so they did not feel uncomfortable in the dim fog. However, after walking out of the fog, they hid in the cabin and dared not come out again, because this bright world made them uneasy and retreat. Sunshine and freedom were things they longed for but dared not touch.
Granny Ah Hua sighed and said in a trembling voice, "What are you afraid of? We have all returned home, and the immortals are here. Are you still worried about being captured by the demon cultivators?"
After hearing the word "immortal", the worried survivors finally felt relieved.
Yes, the immortal is still here!
The two immortals helped them escape the pursuit of the evil cultivators and took them across the open sea to return to their hometown. What else do they have to be afraid of
More and more people came out, and as they looked at the island getting closer and closer, their smiles became deeper and deeper, and they began to talk boldly.
"I heard that this was originally the capital of a small island country, and our ancestors were all from this country."
"I've only heard of the city, but I haven't seen it yet."
"Hey, no one in our village has ever seen a city, let's broaden our horizons together..."
Wen Yun's mood became cheerful as she listened to their discussion. Just as she was leading everyone off the boat, two figures in pink clothes suddenly flew over.
Unlike the swiftness of the sword cultivators, these two flew gracefully and slowly. One could tell at a glance that they were using the aesthetically pleasing flying talisman from Fubuki Island.
Although this place originally belonged to the secular world, it was still under the jurisdiction of Fubuki Island, so it was not surprising to see their people here.
Wen Yun only had a grudge against that old villain Qian Zhenzi, and had no entanglement with these ordinary disciples, so he did not intend to get entangled. He just planned to send the people there and give them some gold and silver as gifts and that would be the end of it.
But what he never expected was that after the two men flew closer, they spoke before Wen Yun could explain, and their attitude was quite unfriendly.
"Who are you? How dare you trespass into my Fubuki Island? Get out of here as soon as possible!"
The person who spoke was a male cultivator dressed in pink. He held a formation plate in his hand, and there was a hint of vigilance in his eyes.
Wen Yun was puzzled. She knew that one should not barge into the mountain gates of various sects, but this was a secular island. Why couldn't one enter
Granny Ah Hua bowed tremblingly and explained: "My two immortals, this is the island where our ancestors lived. Our descendants have been wandering outside for many years, and now we have returned home..."
Before she finished her words, the pink-robed male cultivator interrupted her impatiently: "What island did our ancestors live on? This is the territory of Chuixue Island. Mortals are not allowed to enter."
The other person's gaze fell on Grandma Ahua with great pride. He could tell at a glance that she was just a dying Qi Refining cultivator, while the people on the boat behind them were all mortals with no cultivation at all, like ants.
Several sword cultivators were standing at the back. The disciples of Chuixue Island could not detect the existence of these terrifying figures. Of course, even if they saw them, they could not tell the depth of these people with their level. After all, Shen Xinghai, the weakest among them, had already reached the middle stage of the Golden Core. As for Wen Yun, her cultivation was strange, and there was no spiritual power fluctuation on her body. Unless a strong man like Yue Xingzhou personally checked it, anyone would think she was no different from an ordinary person.
How can you be patient with such a group of ordinary people? The two disciples of Chuixue Island waved their hands impatiently to send them away: "Go away, go away, don't pollute the holy land of Chuixue Island."
As he spoke, he seemed to casually send a stream of spiritual power towards Granny Ahua who was in the front, without being polite at all.
Granny Ahua was already very old and frail, and she couldn't even hold the big axe she used to. Facing such a sudden attack, she naturally had no power to fight back.
At this moment, a very light breeze blew up, and Wen Yun, who was standing behind her, took a step forward as if teleporting. After blocking the spiritual power for Granny Hua, she slowly raised her head and looked at the two people above: "Come down and talk."
When that face, as pure as frost and snow, rose up, the two people floating in the sky fell into a trance for a moment.
Everywhere on Fubuki Island is elegant, and they pursue beauty in everything, as if they want to engrave the word "exquisite" into their souls. The disciples they accept are also famous for their beauty and handsomeness among the major sects.
But when Wen Yun suddenly showed up, even the two men, who were used to seeing beautiful women, couldn't help but hold their breath, and they hung in the air for a long time, forgetting to react.
At this moment, a simple wooden sword flew from behind the crowd and simply hit the knees of the two men without any spiritual power, knocking the two arrogant men to the ground in an instant.
The pink-clothed male cultivator in front of him suddenly came to his senses and flew into a rage: "How dare you offend Fubuki Island!"
As he spoke, his hand had already reached to his waist, and he took out a thick stack of talismans and threw them over here without hesitation.
Wen Yun was about to attack, but a person in white robes had already fluttered down beside her, and she couldn't see clearly how Ye Shubai moved. He simply flicked his sleeves, and the fiercely exploding talisman attacks suddenly turned around and fell on the heads of the two men.
Ye Shubai didn't pay any attention to the two people. He pursed his lips and looked at Wen Yun first, carefully checking whether she was injured. He just remembered that she stood up directly to block the attack for Grandma Ahua.
Wen Yun was well aware of his worries and immediately shook his head: "I'm fine, it's just two foundation-building stages."
Her eyes fell on the two people lying on the ground. She was too lazy to talk nonsense with them. She frowned and said, "How did this become the territory of Chuixue Island? I remember that there are rules in the cultivation world. You can only accept offerings from mortals and you cannot occupy mortal territories at will."
What Wen Yun said was true. This was an old rule that had been agreed upon in the world of cultivation.
There is a difference between immortals and mortals. Although most of the current Tianjiao come from aristocratic families of cultivators, many of whom have been cultivators for generations, there are also many cultivators who are born as mortals. Even if the cultivators in high positions look down on mortals in their hearts, they will not say it openly. They will not do things like directly occupying and enslaving mortal cities, but only give mortals some protection in the name of "offering" and continue to collect benefits from it.
If the living space of mortals were completely swallowed up at once, then many things in the entire world of cultivation would be left unattended. For example, cultivators would not do such hard labor as ordering mortals to plant spiritual grains or mine spiritual jade. Of course, they would have to leave it to mortals.
This is probably the reason why leeks should be harvested slowly one crop at a time and not pulled out by the roots.
Fubuki Island now occupies the capital of mortals, which is problematic no matter how you look at it.
The two disciples below were so suppressed by Ye Shubai that they dared not move at all. In addition, they were injured just now, so their voices were weak, but they still tried to maintain the face of Chuixue Island: "Since you two are fellow cultivators of our generation, you should know that this is the holy land of Chuixue Island. How can mortals set foot here? We are just guarding the sect..."
Wen Yun glanced back secretly, only to see that the group of already nervous survivors behind him now had red eyes and were silently shedding tears.
At this moment, Ye Shubai in front of her spoke in a cold tone: "Your so-called holy land was originally built by just a few mortals. Don't forget that you were once mortals."
His eyes were extremely cold, like the ice and snow in winter, without any warmth at all. He stood proudly in front of the two people, like a towering mountain that could not be climbed.
The two people on the ground blushed: "We have long since shed our mortal bodies and become monks..."
"Ridiculous." Wen Yun was so angry that he sneered and said coldly: "From the sound of it, you guys crawled out of the spiritual jade. Stop talking nonsense and tell me why you occupied someone else's island!"
It is obvious that we were all mortals once, but once we have achieved some accomplishment, we begin to look down on other mortals. How despicable!
The two men couldn't even think of refutation, and quickly lowered their heads and explained: "This... Senior, the soil here is fertile and suitable for growing snow cherry blossoms. The cherry blossoms planted on Fubuki Island were all transplanted from this island, and we were ordered to guard it here."
Hearing this, Wen Yun looked over there and indeed discovered that the island was planted with snow-white cherry blossoms, exactly the same as the Fubuki Island he had seen before, so romantic and beautiful that it was impossible to take your eyes off it.
"What about the mortals who originally lived here?"
As soon as Wen Yun asked the question, the two people below said vaguely: "There are many islands in the sea. Maybe they moved to other islands."
Of course, they didn't know that to Fubuki Island, these mortals were no match for the cherry blossoms that adorned their main island. So when the Immortal Sect issued an order, those mortals could only hold back their tears and accept the fate of being displaced. Who would dare to disobey
As for where these people went later, or whether they were dead or alive on their way to find a new island, they didn't bother to ask. Compared with the lives of those ants, the most important thing they cared about was whether the cherry blossoms on the island were blooming well enough.
Granny Ahua looked at the cherry blossoms all over the island anxiously. There were no houses or fields as they had imagined, not even any of the fellow villagers they had imagined. There were only these beautiful yet distant cherry blossoms.
The old man hunched over and whispered to Wen Yun, "Master Wen, why don't we go to other islands to settle down..."
She knew that it was already very difficult for the immortals to take care of her group of people, and now she didn't want to make things difficult for Wen Yun anymore.
Wen Yun did not back down from Grandma Hua's words, but whispered softly: "Since when did flowers become more important than people?"
"There has never been such a thing before, and it shouldn't happen now or in the future." Ye Shubai replied calmly and took a step forward.
As he spoke, he raised his sword and swung it, and the cherry blossoms planted not far away were cut in half.
Seeing the snow cherry tree they were protecting destroyed, the two people below were struck by lightning. They no longer cared about being afraid and screamed, "How dare you destroy my Fuyuki Island's things? What sect are you from? I have just notified the seniors on the island. We must come to your house to seek justice!"
"No need to come." Ye Shubai put away his sword neatly and gracefully, his voice cold.
Then, he casually threw a delicate token to the ground. The token was made of black iron, with a murderous sword engraved on the positive side and a "X" on the negative side. It was the token of the leader of the Qingliu Sword Sect.
"From today on, this is the tenth peak of the Qingliu Sword Sect. Come here if you want justice."