In the eyes of the three senior brothers, Wen Yun was a poor young kid.
He is really young, his age is not even a fraction of theirs.
It's really pitiful. Both his parents have passed away and he has been a demon cultivator digging for elixirs. He has ended up here and is bullied by his fellow disciples.
At first, Yue Xingzhou took her in just to feel responsible. After spending some time with her, he found that she was quiet and did not act up, just doing chores. So he really accepted her existence.
The only thing that puzzled them was that Wen Yun didn't want to live in the yard and always liked to sleep in the woodshed.
Yue Xingzhou reminded in a gentle voice: "Junior Sister Wen, the firewood room is filled with heavy dew late at night. You don't have any cultivation to rely on, so be careful not to catch a cold."
In fact, he wanted to tell Wen Yun that the wood in the woodshed was worthless and there was no need to guard it even when sleeping!
Wen Yun, who was sweeping the floor, nodded seriously, and took a thick bed sheet to sleep in the woodshed that night.
Senior Brother: "..."
Can you not sleep in the woodshed? There are countless large and small pieces of wood mixed together here. Wen Yun has to slowly pick out the treasures from them. If she accidentally burns a high-quality material, where can she go to cry
During the day she swept the mountain roads, and at night she turned over the woodshed.
This turn really turned up some treasures. Wen Yun sat in the woodshed, staring at the pile of wood in front of him.
There were strange noises outside, but she didn't even raise her head.
"Elderwood is the oldest, and the wands made from it are suitable for casting dark magic, but I'm not very good at this kind of magic..."
Outside: "Bang, bang, bang!"
Wen Yun concentrated and picked up the thunder bamboo again: "The lethality of thunder magic is the strongest among intermediate magic, but it is easy to break when used as a magic wand..."
Magic is different from cultivation. The former is mainly about cultivating mental power to communicate with magical elements and control them, while the latter is about absorbing spiritual power through the body for use.
Therefore, magicians are weak and can use various types of magic, while monks are very strong and most of them can only use one kind of spiritual power.
Even someone like Wen Yun, who is familiar with every type of magic, still has a headache choosing the materials for making a wand.
Outside: "Pa pa pa!"
Wen Yun, who had been interrupted countless times, finally couldn't bear it anymore and opened the door to check what was going on outside.
Not far away, I saw Bai Yushan, who was bandaged tightly all over. He held a huge sword in his hand and slashed three times at a bare rock in the distance!
The sword was as big as a knife, and the blade was dark and sharp. One could tell at a glance that it was another peerless sword.
Sparks flew when the two collided, and then the sword blade rolled up completely, without a single sword mark on the stone!
Bai Yushan raised his hand and casually tore off the gauze on his arm. He sat in the wheelchair, held the sword high above his head with both hands, and then he moved with the momentum to cut down all the mountains and rivers.
Another chop!
“Click—”
The sword blade broke into two pieces, and a shallow sword mark appeared on the rock.
Bai Yushan had already spotted her and said without even turning his head: "Come here."
He motioned Wen Yun to look at the broken sword: "Pick it up."
Wen Yun then realized that his arms were hanging limply at his sides, twisted into horrible shapes.
She finally understood why this man was in a wheelchair. With this kind of life-threatening practice, it would be amazing if he wasn't disabled!
After a while, Bai Yushan, who had regained his strength, easily broke his bones back into place.
It was really casual. He just shook his hand with such force that it seemed as if he could shake his hand away. Wen Yun could hear the sound of bones cracking even from a distance.
Then, Bai Yushan was seen holding the broken sword and stroking it slowly, as if he was caressing his true love.
His sword was broken, so he was widowed.
Wen Yun, who was about to own many magic wands, put himself in the other person's shoes and suddenly understood.
So when Bai Yushan was about to reforge the sword, Wen Yun offered to help light the fire.
In the past, Bai Yushan would go to the Ninth Peak next door to capture a menial disciple to do this kind of thing. Now that Wen Yun is here, there is really no need to snatch people away.
After entering the terrifyingly hot refining room, the first thing Wen Yun saw was the pile of hundreds or even thousands of years old cedar wood that had been piled up like a small mountain.
Her throat was a little dry: "Third Brother, if you don't burn coal when forging iron, do you burn wood?"
"Yeah." Bai Yushan didn't say much, and put the thickest firewood into the flame.
This wood is everywhere on the Tenth Peak. It has almost no spiritual energy. It is too brittle and easy to break when used to build houses. However, it has one advantage -
It is flammable and has high temperature, making it the best firewood!
Wen Yun watched with a numb expression as Bai Yushan put one piece of cedar wood after another into the fire. She finally understood the feelings of the other party's dead wife.
Seeing that a thousand-year-old fire fir wood was about to be burned, Wen Yun grabbed Bai Yushan's hand.
Her expression was still as calm and indifferent as usual, but her voice was low: "Brother, this piece of wood is a thousand years old."
"… "
Bai Yushan knew this of course, and he also knew that a thousand-year-old wood burned more vigorously than a hundred-year-old wood, and was just right for recasting and forging swords, so he coldly and ruthlessly threw the thousand-year-old cedar wood into the fire.
Two hours later, the third senior brother's giant black sword was recast. Judging from the speed and efficiency, his sword must have broken every two or three days.
Wen Yun could feel that Bai Yushan was in a good mood at the moment because he actually started chatting with him.
"Do you know the origin of the Tenth Peak?"
Wen Yun looked at the pile of ashes in confusion and shook his head slowly: "No."
Bai Yushan asked again: "Have you heard that five hundred years ago, a senior cut off the mountain of the fairyland with a sword?"
Wen Yun pinched a finger-long piece of burnt charcoal and felt a sour nose: "No."
Bai Yushan ignored her and lowered his head, gently stroking the sword in his hand and talking to himself.
"One day, I will cut it off like him, what do you say?"
The last sentence was overly gentle and full of affection. Wen Yun knew that it was definitely not spoken to him, he was talking to the sword.
She decided not to disturb Bai Yushan and his sword love: "Third Brother, I'll go back first."
After being exposed to the high temperature and smoke for most of the night, the girl's face was obviously tired, and even the edges of her clear eyes were slightly red.
Bai Yushan just remembered that she had lost all her cultivation and was actually just a weak mortal girl. She seemed reluctant to part with the rotten wood that had been burned...
In the past, he had no guilt about going to the next door to capture disciples to do chores, but today, for some reason, he felt inexplicably complicated emotions.
"Second Junior Brother, you have gone too far recently."
Yue Xingzhou's voice was still gentle, but it contained a hint of warning: "You robbed the Internal Affairs Hall and humiliated the First Peak like this. It will be hard to explain to the Sect Leader."
Xu Wanfeng lowered his eyes, holding the Green Bamboo Sword without his usual smile, and said in a deep voice: "Big Brother, go outside and ask, how many of the new generations of disciples know about our Tenth Peak?"
"The sect didn't remove our names, but they are deliberately erasing us..." He paused, and said the second half of the sentence with great difficulty: "And the existence of Master."
Yue Xingzhou pursed his lips and said, "Wait until Master comes out of seclusion. You have been acting so flamboyantly recently, so don't embarrass Master when the time comes."
Xu Wanfeng sneered, and her face, which was brighter than a woman's, turned red with anger. "I just feel that the First Peak has been bullying people too much in recent years. And Xie Mi'an, who only formed a pill at the age of 20, is praised by the sect as if he is a peerless genius."
"This world of cultivation is vast and boundless, and there are so many geniuses who are like pearls covered by dust. Just Junior Sister Wen on our peak is far better than him!"
"Our master is an extraordinary talent. He formed a golden elixir at the age of fifteen, became a Nascent Soul at the age of thirty, became a spirit at the age of one hundred, and reached the Tribulation Crossing Realm at the age of two hundred. However, until now, apart from the three of us, no one in the huge Qingliu Sword Sect has mentioned the name Ye Shubai!"
Hearing this, even someone as calm as Yue Xingzhou had tears in his eyes.
After Xu Wanfeng left, he dug out a jar of wine from the yard and drank cup after cup in a depressed manner.
Five hundred years ago, the name Ye Shubai was known to everyone.
Five hundred years ago was a time of chaos.
The demon cultivators are far more powerful than those of the righteous ones. Their ways of cultivation are often cruel and sinister. They either slaughter mortals and refine their corpses to drive them, or commit adultery with mortals to serve as a cauldron for dual cultivation. The entire world of cultivation is shrouded in their shadow.
The major sects of the righteous path retreated again and again, until they were almost slaughtered by the evil cultivators and their inheritance was cut off. Then the young Ye Shubai came out with a sword in hand.
When he first entered the Tribulation Realm, he killed thirty-two demon cultivators of the same realm in a row, and single-handedly forced back the entire demon sect.
Some people said that he had broken through the tribulation at that time and became another immortal who ascended to heaven, but no one could prove it.
Because Ye Shubai shut himself up in seclusion and there was no news of him since then.
Five hundred years have passed, and those who witnessed the past have gradually passed away. The great battle between good and evil in the past has been passed down to this day, and everyone only knows that it was the three major sects and four major families that joined forces to repel the evil cultivators, so they are honored and worshipped by the world.
By the time Yue Xingzhou and the other two, who were also seriously injured, came out of the hundred-year retreat, the name Ye Shubai had been quietly erased by these people.
"Master, the boat is incapable—"
After drinking the whole jar of wine, Yue Xingzhou's aura changed, and he became cold and fierce.
A red sword flew up, and he leaped onto it, flying straight to the top of the first peak, where the elders were.
"I don't bully those with lower realms. You little brats who have reached the Spiritual Transformation Realm, get the hell out of here!"
A deep voice was heard at the top of the first peak. The first and second elders, who were in retreat, opened their eyes at the same time, and then their faces changed drastically.
"He's drunk again! Go and invite the Supreme Elder who is in the Tribulation Crossing Stage!"
However, before they could send a message, the red sword flew over, and the drunken man in black narrowed his eyes and smiled: "I caught you..."
"Draw your sword!"
The Tenth Peak returned to peace in the second half of the night, and Wen Yun was sketching the design of the magic wand on paper.
The second senior brother is not normal, the third senior brother is not normal either, and with this person like me practicing magic in the Sword Sect, it turns out that the entire Tenth Peak is not normal.
Only the eldest brother thought Wen Hezheng was a normal person. When Wen Yun made fried peanuts for him tonight, he specifically asked her whether she was used to living at the Tenth Peak.
Wen Yun put his thoughts aside and planned to take the thunder bamboo and study it carefully.
At this moment, a strong wind with a scorching breath suddenly broke through the air and blew away the roof of her woodshed.
The fragile thunder bamboo in her hand was also broken into pieces by the strong wind.
"… "
Wen Yun stared at the broken bamboo pieces in his hand with a dead look, then looked up at the dark sky.
In the night sky, the flamboyant red flying sword was burning with blazing flames, and the sword was stained with dried blood.
After seeing who the person in the sky was, she hesitated: "Big Brother?"
The fire sword stopped, Yue Xingzhou lowered his head and looked into Wen Yun's eyes, then frowned: "Who are you?"
Wen Yun suddenly felt a tangible murderous intent rising above her head, and her intuition told her that something was wrong with Yue Xingzhou.
She answered cautiously, "I am your adopted disciple... the Fire-burning disciple."
Yue Xingzhou frowned, as if thinking for a while, and then finally remembered: "Oh, you are Junior Sister Wen."
The murderous intent disappeared, Yue Xingzhou swooped down with his sword, grabbed Wen Yun onto the sword, and laughed happily: "Since you have entered my Tenth Peak, even if you are a fire-burning disciple, you have to kowtow to the master! Junior Sister Wen, come on, I will take you to see the master!"
As they got closer, Wen Yun could immediately smell the strong smell of alcohol on him. Then he looked at Yue Xingzhou, who looked like he was going crazy...
She suddenly knew where the yellow paper recruiting disciples to burn fire on the Tenth Peak came from.
If he had eaten two of the fried peanuts on the plate, he wouldn't have been so drunk!
The drunk Yue Xingzhou took Wen Yun on a flying sword and flew straight to the highest point of the tenth peak, and suddenly fell in front of a cave.
He knelt upright facing the sealed cave and kowtowed three times. Then he leaned over and fell asleep holding the Blazing Sword.
Wen Yun, who was thrown to the top of the mountain in the middle of the night, sincerely reflected on himself.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said there are normal people on the Tenth Peak."