The moment the token was thrown out, Wen Yun's eyes lit up.
In order to save Ye Shubai's face, she suppressed her curiosity and didn't ask. She waited until the two disciples of Chuixue Island were thrown into the sea and wandered away, and until Shen Xinghai brought the survivors ashore and settled them down, then she moved closer to him and tugged at his sleeve.
"Will your Peak Master's Order work if I throw it here?" Her voice was filled with excitement as she asked. Ye Shubai easily guessed what was in this person's mind.
With a hint of smile in his eyes, he answered nonchalantly, "It is useful."
However, what is useful is not the sign but him. It is not difficult for someone of his level to occupy an island. It is just that the people on Fubuki Island will come to him without caring about him and fight against him.
As for fighting, he was interested.
But this answer had a completely different meaning to Wen Yun. She picked up the token and wiped it clean, her eyes bright, "Then why don't we throw it here? How about throwing the Peak Master's Token to Chuixue Island?"
"..." Ye Shubai laughed. After a moment, he took out a thick stack of black iron plates from his mustard seed bag and said, "No need to be so troublesome. If you like, take them all and use them."
Wen Yun took the pile of iron things in astonishment, and found that they were exactly the same as the one just now: "Why do you have so many?"
After all, Qingliu Sword Sect is the largest sect in the world, and the Peak Master's Order is extraordinary. It is made entirely of the world's rarest black iron marrow. Each peak is only a small piece the size of a palm, but Ye Shubai's place is probably no less than ten pieces.
"I dug up a black iron mine in the Xuantian Secret Realm." Ye Shubai gave a concise explanation.
Wen Yun understood instantly. If nothing unexpected happened, the black iron mine must have been emptied. It would not be surprising if they carved a few signs in their spare time. After all, they were generous.
Then next time she passes by Fubuki Island, she might just throw down a sign and give it a try.
However, Wen Yun had just thought of this idea and had not had time to take any action when people from Chuixue Island arrived soon after.
Flying in the front was the disciple guarding the island who had just fled in a panic. He was no longer in such a mess, and now he had regained his spirits and was walking on the road, but his face was still swollen, which was the injury from the rebound of his own talisman.
"Little Ancestor, I can see clearly that those people are indeed coming from the open sea. They must be demonic cultivators! Now they are occupying our island under the guise of the Qingliu Sword Sect. This is really absurd!"
The one surrounded in the middle was a young man in a red robe, with beautiful features and it was hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman. After hearing these words, his face turned extremely ugly. He had known about the Yu family having infiltrated the demonic sect, but he did not expect that now even the Qingliu Sword Sect would be implicated.
If it were in the past, Qian Lishen would not have bothered to take care of these trivial matters. He spent most of his time studying the art of formations. However, now that the demon cultivators are wreaking havoc in the four continents again, he has to start taking care of the sect's affairs.
As soon as he heard that a large ship was coming in from the open sea, he immediately brought many elite disciples from Fubuki Island to fight the enemy.
Sure enough, as soon as he approached the island, Qian Lishen saw the huge ship docked on the shore. It was exactly the same as the picture album left by his ancestors. It was the legendary magic ship.
Qian Lishen's face was heavy, and he hurriedly ordered: "Form a formation!"
The disciple who led the way covered his swollen face and pointed at the two people on the shore and shouted: "Xiaozu, those two demon cultivators are the leaders!"
Before he finished speaking, Qian Lishen on the other side was too lazy to listen to his complaints and had already rushed over there impatiently. However, when he got closer, he slowed down his pace with an indifferent look on his face, straightened his red robe, and walked forward with pretended reserve.
"Oh, what a coincidence, why are you two here? I thought it was the demon cultivators who attacked us."
Qian Lishen's eyes never left Wen Yun, and he said in a sharp tone: "Why don't you dare to come to my Chuixue Island after returning from the open sea? Are you afraid that you can't get through the new formation I set up to enter the island?"
The disciple leading the way was already dumbfounded, and asked tentatively: "Xiaozu, aren't they demon cultivators..."
"Demon cultivators? Don't tell anyone that they are from Chuixue Island. These two are poor sword cultivators from Qingliu Sword Sect." After Qian Lishen said this, he coughed again and said to Wen Yun and Ye Shubai, "Let's go. I'll lead you, so you don't need to break the formation."
The disciple behind him was anxious and reminded: "Xiaozu, even if they are not demon cultivators, they have occupied our island!"
Wen Yun raised his eyebrows slightly and said simply: "We want this place on the Tenth Peak."
"Oh, it's just a small matter?" Qian Lishen waved his hand nonchalantly: "It's just a broken island, I'll give it to you."
After saying that, he asked casually, "Didn't you go to rescue that guy... that poor swordsman who spoke strangely? So, did you rescue him?"
Wen Yun briefly told Qian Lishen about bringing back Shen Xinghai, and mentioned in passing that the hometown of these survivors had been occupied. While speaking, he deliberately paid attention to Qian Lishen's expression. He saw that the young man's face turned red and blue from time to time, and he looked very embarrassed. It seemed that he knew nothing about these things.
"Young Master... I will be responsible for bringing those mortals back, and the destroyed town will be repaired. These survivors will stay here. I will protect them, and no one dares to touch them."
Although he has always been arrogant and indeed looked down on mortals, it is not just mortals that he looks down on. After all, there are only a handful of people in the world of cultivation who can catch the eye of this young ancestor. However, arrogant people attach great importance to promises. With Qian Lishen's promise, Wen Yun felt relieved for this group of survivors.
Qian Lishen saw that Wen Yun did not misunderstand him because of the island, and his heart was relieved. He suppressed his happiness and pretended to be indifferent: "Now that the ancestor is not on the island, you can go and sit down. By the way, let's discuss the matter of Master Qinghong. There are many books on the island. We can look for a way together."
After they returned, Qian Zhenzi and his friends knew about Wen Yun's trip to the Demon Realm to rescue people. The news that the two were going to cross the sea to rescue people made them feel relieved and even optimistic. They didn't know that Wen Yun knew magic, and they just thought that Ye Shubai might die in the sea this time. Even if he didn't die in the sea, he would probably be trapped in the Demon Realm and couldn't come back, which was exactly what they wanted.
After all, they only dared to slowly erase Ye Shubai's existence, but did not dare to openly declare war on him.
Therefore, Qian Zhenzi and his companions put Ye Shubai's matter aside for the time being, and gathered at Yu's house to discuss how to deal with the evil cultivator who had taken over someone else's body, and they have not returned yet.
Now all the affairs of Fubuki Island are under the charge of Qian Lishen. He does not know about the grudge between Qian Zhenzi and Ye Shubai. He just thinks that it is inappropriate for his ancestor to ignore Wen Yun's life and death in order to catch the thief Xie. So this time he concealed the news that the two had returned from the open sea.
It can be said that they became good teammates by accident.
Wen Yun just remembered that the remnant soul of Yu Qinghong was still in Ye Shubai's hands. Mo You had taken over Yu Qinghong's body at the beginning, and later that body was destroyed. Mo You's soul attached to a black snake and escaped. Yu Qinghong's wandering soul was protected by Ye Shubai with the law of life and death and did not dissipate.
Ye Shubai nodded slightly and said indifferently: "It's time to find a place for him to stay as soon as possible."
Right now Shen Xinghai is leading the remnants of the people to rebuild their homes on the Tenth Peak Island with great enthusiasm. Wen Yun's three senior brothers who have high cultivation levels are best at felling trees, and they have also been captured to help with felling trees, building houses, and digging the ground, working very hard.
Wen Yun took a look around and was delighted to see that everyone had a happy look on their faces.
"I see that the brothers really like farming, especially the eldest and third brothers. They are so skilled at chopping trees." Wen Yun reported to Ye Shubai seriously, "I think we should just go back to the sect and get back your stolen things. As for them, there's no need to follow us. It's just right for them to stay here and develop our branch on the sea."
It was hard to tell whether Ye Shubai agreed or disagreed on his face. Wen Yun had long been accustomed to his expression of being expressionless and not very smart, and he continued to plan for the future with great interest.
"Let's go back and develop the main peak. When you return, plus my current fame, I think there will be a large number of disciples who want to become our disciples. The road to the revival of the Tenth Peak will be bright and smooth!"
Hearing this, Ye Shubai said calmly: "There have only been a few of us at the Tenth Peak since the beginning. We have never prospered, let alone revived."
She quickly replied, "That's Guangda. I heard that the Yu Clan in Xizhou has an observatory that towers into the clouds. I plan to throw a Peak Master Order there when I have time to occupy it. Then I will let Second Senior Brother take over the Yu Clan's branch peak!"
A faint helpless smile flashed across Ye Shubai's face, like a beam of light that suddenly lit up on the cold snow, but it disappeared just as quickly, and Wen Yun, who was lowering his head and planning seriously, didn't even notice it.
Qian Lishen, who was flying in front, couldn't help but said, "Hey, do you really think you can occupy the land by throwing a sign? The Yu family may not give you the same face as I do."
Wen Yun ignored him and glanced at the nearby Fubuki Island. The island was still as warm as spring, with painted beams and carved buildings hidden among the cherry blossoms everywhere, and the pavilions and towers were extremely elegant and beautiful.
She tugged at Ye Shubai's sleeve with great interest and lowered her voice: "Look, this place is very nice. Let's throw a sign and occupy it, shall we?"
Qian Lishen was furious and turned around to curse: "Hey! Do you think I can't hear you if you speak so softly?"
He thought this woman was different from others, so he was willing to show his respect to her. Then he knew that this woman had no conscience at all!
Amid Qian Lishen's cursing, Wen Yun and Ye Shubai set foot on Chuixue Island again. This time they stayed in the courtyard that previously belonged to the Qingliu Sword Sect.
Wen Yun had not had time to take her luggage away. In fact, there was not much in it, just a few sets of clothes. However, Senior Sister Meng Ran was very considerate and packed everything for her.
She pushed open the door of her room that day with familiarity. Thanks to the cleaning formation, there was not even a speck of dust here, and it was still clean and tidy.
Rolling onto the familiar bed, Wen Yun patted the bed, motioning Ye Shubai to sit next to him.
He didn't come over, but just sat upright on the soft couch by the window, and then said seriously: "I know where to place Yu Qinghong's soul."
Wen Yun was surprised: "So fast?"
Ye Shubai silently pointed at a pot of green plants on the windowsill without saying anything.
Wen Yun stood up, and when he saw the pot of sapling clearly, his face froze: "I actually forgot to ask Senior Sister Meng Ran to take this thing back?"
Not only did she forget to ask someone to take it away, she had totally forgotten the existence of this little Delonix regia!
After all, the spirits inside have been taken away... What is the use of this wood