The process from the fireball rising into the air to its extinguishing was not long, and the body that was warmed up by the roasting also cooled down very quickly.
The cool night breeze blew over, and Wen Yun got goose bumps on his forearms. He didn't know if it was caused by the wind or the shock of the fireball.
Wrong, you shouldn’t use “granules”, you should use “lumps” of that size.
The enhanced version of the Fireball Technique was so terrifying. It was impossible to tell whether it was because the magic power of the Xuantian Secret Realm was too strong or Wen Yun's current strength was too amazing, but Wen Yun was more inclined to the latter reason.
As soon as she had this thought, the little fire dragon, who was in tune with her, poked its head out and said with disdain: "It's obvious that the new staff I chose is too powerful!"
After saying this, without waiting for Wen Yun to pull its head, it hid back in the stick.
Ye Shubai's beautiful chin line was still tilted upward as he stared in the direction where the fireball disappeared. When he lowered his head again, there seemed to be some brilliance hidden in his quiet eyes.
"Wen Yun." He called her.
"What's wrong?"
"I want to learn magic."
Wen Yun was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what this "learning" meant. It was not just a random study like before, he wanted to seriously study magic from the beginning!
She perked up and blurted out, "So I'm so powerful that you want to change your job and become a magician!"
Ye Shubai had no idea what she meant by changing her job. His ink-black eyes were bright and clear as he stared at the top of his head without blinking.
For some unknown reason, the sky in the Xuantian Secret Realm seems to be particularly low, so low that it gives people an illusion.
You can reach out and embrace the stars in the sky, and you can chop the bright moon with your sword.
"What I have seen and heard in the past two days, the warnings left by Senior Su Yuan, and the immortals who have never appeared since him, all of these have given me an idea. Perhaps immortals are just as you guessed before. They use magic power to temper their souls and spiritual power to temper their bodies. In this case, they were once mortal bodies like us before they achieved great success in their cultivation."
Since tens of millions of years ago, everyone has longed to find the way to immortality, hoping that one day the immortal road will be found and immortals will touch their heads and grant them immortality; and hoping that one day they will be able to step into the upper realm and achieve their great path.
But no one has ever thought about what immortals are? Are immortals really born and raised by nature, born with the ability to shatter the void, control life and death, and be supreme over all living beings
They all said that after achieving the great path to ascension, one could pray to the immortals and be led into the upper realm by them.
Since becoming an immortal is the path to freedom and ease, why do we have to follow the immortal path given by the immortals to walk on the heavens? The cultivators spend their entire lives practicing to seek great freedom, but in the end they become immortals and bow their heads to the immortals. How ironic is that
Three thousand years after Senior Su Yuan, countless brilliant geniuses have asked questions from the immortals but received no response. They have never been able to take the last step on the path of cultivation, and have waited in vain until they have white hair and dry bones, and can only kneel in the Xuantian Secret Realm and turn into ashes.
If you can't get the immortal's approval and ascend to heaven, how is this different from the livestock in a fence!
Ye Shubai began to question the immortals and also questioned the tens of millions of years of inheritance in the world of cultivation.
His voice was as erratic as the cool breeze at first, and then gradually became firm: "So it doesn't matter if the immortal path is cut off, and it doesn't matter if there is no immortal to guide you. The sword is not born convenient, and the road was not there at the beginning of the world."
The man, who was as cold and aloof as a mountain top, pointed his sword at the Milky Way in the sky. The spiritual power he brought out was vaguely connected with the sparks above his head, like a road to climb to the sky.
He looked up, as if asking the world and the heavens—
"As cultivators, why should we worry about not being able to carve out a path to immortality?"
Wen Yun and Ye Shubai searched the Xuantian Secret Realm again, but found no trace of immortals or Senior Su Yuan.
The little fire dragon was still in high spirits, and found a bunch of gems, which he asked Ye Shubai to collect for him. The latter took a quick look and found that the dragon had been scraping together for two or three days, and had barely collected enough to be worth a piece of spiritual jade.
There is nothing like cheap labor.
However, two shameless adults followed the little fire dragon to pick up bargains and actually discovered a secret jade vein, which contained the highest quality jade.
Wen Yun pried off all the spiritual jades without changing his expression, and returned to Qingliu Sword Sect through the teleportation array with the new dragon bone wand and a bulging mustard seed bag.
The other side of the teleportation array is at the Tenth Peak, but the exact location has not yet been determined. Sometimes it lands at the top of the peak, sometimes at the foot of the mountain, but unexpectedly this time it lands outside the villa halfway up the mountain where the three senior brothers live.
Wen Yun was just about to go up and say hello, but he heard a drunken curse from inside the courtyard: "Master is really disrespectful to his elders! I don't know where you have tricked Junior Sister Wen to!"
It was the familiar drunken curse of the eldest senior brother.
With the experience from last time, she didn't feel embarrassed this time. Instead, she pulled Ye Shubai to peek into the yard together.
As expected, it was time for the three senior brothers to drink and chat. Perhaps because they knew Ye Shubai was not there, the two junior brothers did not stop Yue Xingzhou, but instead enthusiastically poured wine for him.
Xu Wanfeng lazily leaned on Bai Yushan's body, hugged one leg, and joked: "The cultivation world does not prohibit the relationship between master and disciple. I think the master and the junior sister are a perfect match. The only thing is that the master is old and the junior sister is too young. It seems that the old cow is taking advantage of the young talent."
Bai Yushan, who is usually taciturn in front of others, talks a lot about this kind of thing. He said in a low voice: "I think so too. There is nothing wrong with a master-disciple relationship. But if one day I have to call a girl in her teens my master's wife, I can't accept it in my heart."
Yue Xingzhou continued to curse: "It's been five days. If we don't find them and keep an eye on them, I'm afraid the children will be gone!"
After hearing this, Wen Yun couldn't bear it anymore and pulled Ye Shubai away quickly.
If she continues listening, she will lose face!
The sect was peaceful this month, as the disciples from each peak were busy with the important task of rebuilding the First Peak.
If there really was something wrong, the biggest one was that Master Yue knelt at the foot of the tenth peak with brambles tied to his body for half a month.
Although the sword practitioners in the sect were extremely curious, they did not dare to join their master in the fun. They could only pretend to pass by the Tenth Peak every day and take a quick look.
It was another exciting event, so everyone dared to go and see it.
Senior Brother Zhu Erchong was sent by his master to clean the pit of the first peak. He was accidentally pushed into the pit by Senior Brother Bao Pilong who was moving wood. How could Zhu Erchong give up? After climbing up, he pushed Bao Pilong down. The two of them fought with bare hands on the spot, and they almost drew their swords to fight to the death.
The reason why they didn't go up was because the two men were reluctant to touch their swords at that time, for fear of dirtying their wives.
All the disciples on the First Peak at that time put down their work and ran to watch, even the peak masters were no exception. Grandmaster Xu from the Tenth Peak even picked up six children from the peak and flew over to watch on his sword.
I just heard that the onlookers dispersed because the stench was unbearable at the scene, and the condition of the two parties involved was even more miserable. There was not even one person to try to stop the fight.
Who dares to persuade them? Who dares to pull these two people apart
Wen Yun was distressed after hearing this.
"Instead of training the children with swords, you took them to watch two dung men fight each other?"
Xu Wanfeng looked normal. He swung out his fan to cover half of his face, revealing only his smiling peach blossom eyes. He said leisurely, "It's because Master and Junior Sister don't want to take care of children. I was born to be carefree and playful. You can't expect me to teach a sword cultivator who is as old-fashioned and boring as Master, right?"
After that, he bowed and said goodbye: "I heard that those two have arranged to fight again today. I have to hurry to grab a seat. Junior sister, goodbye!"
Wen Yun: “…”
The sword cultivators of this generation in Qingliu Sword Sect are becoming more and more unpresentable. Such embarrassing incidents happen every now and then. As all the sword cultivators are busy watching the fun, the repair work of the First Peak has progressed slowly. The First Peak is in the same state as when Wen Yun and his companions left, and the legendary ceremony of the succession of the Sect Master is nowhere in sight.
Wen Yun actually wanted to go to the First Peak to watch the excitement, but Ye Shubai wanted to formally practice magic and study new ways of ascension.
Alas, I regretfully gave up the opportunity to watch another battle between my two senior brothers Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong. What a pity!
She had no choice but to be fully prepared. During the past two days back at Huifeng, she specially compiled a detailed magician quality education manual for Ye Shubai, preparing to train this magic apprentice from scratch.
It was a dark and windy night again.
At this moment, the moon is as bright as a mirror. Behind me, the mountains are endless and quiet. Cranes are returning to their nests. Occasionally, you can hear the rustling of pine leaves in the wind, or the more ethereal sound of a sword.
If you listen carefully, you can still hear the quarrel between Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong on the first peak.
A man and a woman were sitting side by side on the roof. The smaller figure was holding a strange stick. She was sitting in a casual posture, with her hair loosely tied up with a strand falling on her shoulder, and her feet were dangling leisurely on the eaves.
"Meditation is something that cannot be disturbed, and it is best to do it in the dead of night. So now you know why I can't get up in the morning, right?"
Ye Shubai did not understand the explanation from the great magician.
The man under the moonlight was bright and cheerful, but he started to argue: "You and I don't need sleep to cultivate, just breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is enough."
Wen Yun was too lazy to pay attention to him. He was very upset by the criticism. He spread out a roll of paper, picked up a pen and wrote a long section on meditation for him in a flamboyant manner.
"Here you go, see for yourself."
What she wrote was all in the most difficult to understand dragon language, just to make things difficult for Ye Shubai, to make him beg her with nice words, and to promise not to wake her up before dawn to practice sword skills.
She knew Ye Shubai's honest character very well, and she could make him bow to her with just a little trouble.
The man beside her lowered his head as she expected, but unfortunately the direction he was facing was not right.
Ye Shubai looked down at the dragon bone staff and said in a gentle voice: "Xiaohong, do you want a two-color gem?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of red flame jumped out from the dragon head on the dragon bone staff, quickly condensed into substance, and turned into a little red pig that flew into Ye Shubai's arms.
The little fire dragon's tail was wagging rapidly. Before Ye Shubai could ask anything, it said obediently, "Dad, I'll translate for you!"
Wen Yun: "... Today I will wipe out you, the traitor!"
With the help of the little fire dragon and Wen Yun's guidance, Ye Shubai read the meditation technique very thoroughly and officially embarked on the path of magician training.
For ten consecutive days, he sat cross-legged on the roof, meditating at the moon all night long to gather his mental strength.
With the directional teleportation array, the Xuantian Secret Realm really became a private back garden. Little Fire Dragon and Wen Yun were too lazy to care about Ye Shubai on the roof. The man and the dragon went in and out of the secret realm, collecting treasures.
After a busy month, the dragon's nest was soon filled with gems of various colors. Wen Yun also had three filled mustard seed sacs hanging on his waist, and Ye Shubai's mental meditation progress was also rapid.
He was just an entry-level magic apprentice before, and he relied on Wen Yun's guidance to perform magic. Now, after looking at the magic spell collection, he could actually perform a fireball spell properly.
Although his fireball was pitifully small compared to Wen Yun's, it was still a fireball after all.
So after witnessing the power of the fireball, Wen Yun pulled out a piece of crystal from the dragon's nest, and while the little fire dragon was cursing, he used the magic stone to grind it into a crystal ball and placed it in front of Ye Shubai.
It was the first time Ye Shubai had seen this thing, so he asked, "What is this?"
"Magic crystal, used to test your magic level."
He raised his head, shifting his gaze from the crystal ball to Wen Yun, and said hesitantly, "I remember you can directly see my realm."
Wen Yun held the crystal still as if a mountain, and insisted on pushing it towards Ye Shubai, saying seriously: "This is the procedure. The magic academy and various churches do this. We must also standardize it, otherwise the measurement will be inaccurate."
Fortunately, Ye Shubai always believed what she said and was used to following her arrangements. This time he did not argue again and placed his hand on the crystal ball as she said.
The crystal ball was translucent at first. After Ye Shubai closed his eyes and concentrated his mental power into it, a light golden light slowly emerged, led by light magic elements and followed by other magic elements. It slowly began to gather and was finally controlled by his mental power and condensed into the crystal ball.
This beautiful color is fascinating.
The little fire dragon lay in front of the crystal ball, his eyes twitching, and he quietly stared at Wen Yun, roaring in his mind: "It's only been a month? How did he get promoted!"
The training path of a magician is actually more difficult than that of a monk. Each small level of promotion requires countless time and magic stones. That is to say, in addition to outstanding talent, one must also have extremely good luck, and must endure hardship in training, and finally, one must have money.
In short, to be a magician you need to have talent, be lucky, be able to work hard, and finally, spend money. Therefore, magicians are almost all of noble birth, and their numbers are even fewer. High-level magicians are even rarer.
Although Ye Shubai had studied magic before, he had never learned mental meditation. He was just a lousy junior magic apprentice.
At this moment, the brightness of the crystal ball in front of the little dragon continued to rise. It could see clearly that Ye Shubai had jumped from the beginner level of magic apprentice to the advanced level in one fell swoop. What's more, the light of the crystal ball showed no sign of dimming.
It's still rising!
The staff spirit swallowed hard.
The reason why Wen Yun asked Ye Shubai to use the crystal ball to measure the magic level was to let the little dragon witness this scene with his own eyes and let this lazy and unmotivated guy see how powerful the other spirits are.
The little fire dragon muttered, and said stubbornly: "He is just a magic apprentice. I look down on him..."
As he said this, the crystal ball in Ye Shubai's hand shone brighter, instantly breaking through that difficult boundary and finally stopping at the primary magician realm, even just a tiny bit away from becoming an intermediate magician!
Charmander: “Bing!”
After only one month of training, you've advanced from a magic apprentice to a junior magician
It's outrageous!
Ye Shubai opened his eyes, but there was no joy in his eyes after hearing Wen Yun's congratulations. He concentrated and said, "I heard you say that Xiaohong advanced three levels in ten days. It seems that my talent in magic is average. The early bird catches the worm. I hope I can work harder to make up for the gap in talent."
The little Charmander's fat face turned red when it was clicked, and he stared at Wen Yun in disbelief.
I don't even dare to brag about this, how dare you make up such nonsense? Don't mention me when you brag next time!
But the bullshit has already been blown away, so how can Charmander expose itself
I could only nod numbly and said encouragingly: "Actually, you are not bad."
This sentence is quite normal, but later on he couldn't help but add: "You work hard, now you are barely one ten-thousandth as talented as I am."
After hearing this, Ye Shubai nodded solemnly and said, "Of course it is, but I still feel that something is missing. The magic power on the tenth peak is not as strong as that in the secret realm, so I plan to enter the secret realm to practice."
After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the location of the teleportation array, making the little dragon's tail swing wildly.
"He's like this now? He still has the nerve to study hard?" It asked Wen Yun in disbelief.
Most dragons are lazy, and I have never seen such a desperate practice.
The latter looked back with a smile: "Then you should follow too."
Charmander immediately rolled his eyes: "I don't want to, I'm going back to sleep."
Just lying back in the dragon's nest, looking at the mountain of sparkling gems, the little fire dragon finally fell into a state of anxiety.
Why are sword spirits so hardworking? Sword spirit, why do you want to practice magic instead of practicing sword skills
And the little green bird in the flamboyant tree seemed to be also very much favored by Wen Yun. She even secretly praised the little thing for being pretty today. Ye Shubai didn't hear it, but it did.
Wen Yun obviously has such a powerful magic wand, and the wand spirit inside is so strong, but he hasn't practiced magic recently. Instead, he practices sword every morning.
Is she preparing to change her career to become a swordsman
Charmander turned over.
Am I about to be eliminated by the other two spirits
They are trying so hard, are they trying to grab the position of the number one spiritual pet
Thinking of this, the little fire dragon finally couldn't sleep well. He got up angrily and followed Ye Shubai towards the teleportation array.
“I’m so annoyed!”
"It's so annoying to force a dragon to make progress!"
Seeing that both father and son had entered the secret realm to practice, Wen Yun, who had achieved the feat of dragon taming, could no longer suppress his joy and laughed out loud while leaning under the plum tree.
She touched the golden thread on the dragon bone staff, looked up into the sky, and talked to herself, as if asking the sky or the wand in her hand.
"Other people's dragons can become immortals, so why can't mine?"
Charmander doesn't know.
Charmander doesn't want to become an immortal.
It followed Ye Shubai, wanting to sleep but not daring to. It could only force itself to stay awake and practice hard, fearing that it would lose even its magic to the sword spirit and let the dragon race be defeated by the human race.
After fighting for its life for a whole month, the fat belly that Charmander had gained by gnawing on a large piece of the magic stone had deflated and become much smaller.
Just when the dragon was about to die, Ye Shubai finally came out of his state of hard training.
Charmander breathed a sigh of relief and asked excitedly, "Do you think practicing magic is boring and are you ready to give up?"
"No." Ye Shubai stood up and brushed off the cold dew on his body, then picked up the little fire dragon and held it in his arms: "If I remember correctly, I will take over as the head of the sect in three days, so it's time to go out."
Charmander had some expectations in his heart, and asked cheerfully: "So, as the head of the sect, are you very busy and don't have time to come in and practice magic? But listen to my advice, magic is very time-consuming, and it's not as cool as swordsmanship. You might as well continue to practice swordsmanship instead of magic."
"I have mastered the art of swordsmanship." Ye Shubai said concisely and rejected its proposal.
Before leaving the secret realm, he said calmly: "Since you think swordsmanship is cool, I will let Wen Yun teach you swordsmanship in a few days."
The little fire dragon looked at Ye Shubai with eyes as if he were a beast, realizing that the good guy had turned bad.
"You're not my dad anymore."
At the same time, on Fan Island.
Shen Xinghai looked far away in the direction of the open sea and frowned slightly.
"Blood is appearing in the clouds. This is an ominous sign!"
The two young men beside him were laughing innocently. After all, they were used to hearing their master speak in this tone, so they didn't think it was worth paying attention to.
"The master is going to take the magic boat to explore the outer sea. You guard the island well. If you encounter any problems, remember to inform your master Ye."
Hearing this, Ah Xiu asked: "But Uncle Wen sent a message to ask you to return to the mountain gate a few days ago, saying that there was something going on..."
"No problem." Shen Xinghai patted his apprentice's head, suppressed his worries, and said with a hearty smile: "I will definitely come back as scheduled and take you two boys back to the sect to broaden your horizons!"