The heroic young man called himself Shen Xinghai. He thanked him earnestly: "Junior Sister Wen, I was very grateful for your help in the inner sect trial that day."
Wen Yun really didn't remember what he had done.
Shen Xinghai insisted on delivering the things to the Tenth Peak for her. Seeing how enthusiastic he was, Wen Yun did not refuse.
Only when they reached a secluded and deserted place did Shen Xinghai suddenly slow down his pace.
"Junior Sister Wen, are you ready for this inner sect competition?"
Wen Yun blinked and asked, "What is the inner sect competition?"
Shen Xinghai was obviously choked. He was stunned: "The sect has been preparing for the inner sect competition for the past two months, and you didn't know about it?"
Wen Yun, who had been concentrating on making magic wands for the past two months, really had no idea.
"The Qingliu Sword Sect holds an inner sect competition every hundred years. All young disciples under the age of one hundred must participate. The competition is used to rank the various peaks and allocate resources."
Seeing that Wen Yun was clueless, Shen Xinghai elaborated: "The top nine disciples can also participate in the Righteous Sword Competition. It is said that the rewards are generous, but this has always been an opportunity for the disciples of Jiufeng."
Wen Yun sensed something was wrong: "Why are there nine disciples, not ten?"
Aren’t there ten peaks in total
"..." Shen Xinghai glanced at her, not knowing how to explain.
Wen Yun understood that perhaps the Tenth Peak had never had a part in this matter before.
Shen Xinghai avoided the topic and reminded: "Although it is a competition between fellow disciples, there is no guarantee that there will not be villains who take the opportunity to do evil. Junior sister has no cultivation and needs to be more prepared."
Wen Yun understood what the other party said, and the other party was just about to say "Someone wants to mess with you, you have to be careful."
He then took out a piece of soft armor from the mustard seed sac and handed it to Wen Yun.
"This soft armor can withstand a full-strength attack from a cultivator at the peak of the foundation-building stage."
The size of the soft armor is obviously for women, and the material is extremely light, and it feels like nothing in the hand.
Such a protective magic weapon is very valuable and he spent a lot of money to get it.
It was obvious that this was specially used to repay her favor, so Wen Yun did not refuse. However, after thinking about it, she took out a piece of worn yellow paper.
"This is a gift to you. If you encounter a strong enemy, just tear it into pieces."
Shen Xinghai stood there and watched Wen Yun go away. Only after he could no longer see the figure clearly did he lower his head and look at the yellow paper.
This was not the talisman commonly seen in the world of cultivation. There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy on it, and the circular pattern drawn on it was also extremely strange. He had never seen it before.
I'm afraid that Junior Sister Wen, who has no spiritual power, was deceived by someone and thought this was some kind of talisman.
However, he couldn't help but smile as he lowered his head, and still carefully put the yellow paper close to his body.
Wen Yun went to ask his three senior brothers about the inner sect competition.
Yue Xingzhou explained gently: "Because the master is still in seclusion, the three of us dare not accept disciples without his approval."
As for Wen Yun, her situation was special. She was nominally a disciple of the Tenth Peak, but in fact she had not taken anyone as her master.
So besides her, there were only three old men over 500 years old on the mountain, and there were no young disciples under 100 years old at all.
Xu Wanfeng found a fan from somewhere, flicked his wrist to open half of his face, revealing only his charming peach blossom eyes.
"In fact, we wanted to collect it, but unfortunately they didn't want to worship."
He sighed slowly, "A hundred years ago, a female disciple with excellent aptitude saw my handsome appearance and wanted to become my disciple. She was about to lead me up the mountain, but she changed her mind as soon as she reached the foot of our mountain and turned around to go to the next door."
He held his fan together and pointed at the Ninth Peak. Wen Yun looked in the direction and could see the Ninth Peak's carved beams and painted buildings soaring into the clouds, like a fairyland, from a long distance away.
In comparison, the Tenth Peak looks increasingly shabby, no wonder no one wants to come here.
"Later on, we were too lazy to recruit any more people, so we never participated in any big competitions."
"But..." Wen Yun hesitated for a moment: "This time all the disciples under 100 years old have to participate in the inner sect competition, and my name is on the list."
As soon as these words came out, Xu Wanfeng raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise: "When did the rules change?"
Yue Xingzhou said sternly: "No, there are many disciples under the age of 100 who have formed the golden elixir. If Junior Sister Wen were to fight with them, she would probably get injured."
Wen Yun, who was despised, did not get angry. He calmly picked up the teacup and took a sip.
She was not afraid of losing the fight, but she was too lazy to fight.
Xu Wanfeng smiled and answered casually: "It's very simple, Junior Sister Wen will just admit defeat when she goes up."
Wen Yun lowered his eyes and said calmly: "I'm afraid not."
She told the news she had heard from Shen Xinghai: "Do you three brothers know that there is a new rule this year?"
"What rules?"
"A peak that has no disciples qualified for the sword contest for five consecutive times will be expelled from the sect, and all disciples on the peak will be expelled from the Qingliu Sword Sect."
She looked up at the three people opposite her: "How many years has it been since the Tenth Peak participated in the Sword Contest?"
"I haven't been there since Third Junior Brother turned 100." The smile on Xu Wanfeng's face slowly disappeared: "This year happens to be the fifth time."
Bai Yushan held the sword and said coldly: "They can't wait to drive us all out."
The Tenth Peak was excluded from many of the sect’s affairs. If Wen Yun hadn’t said this, they probably wouldn’t have known that the sect was so ruthless!
"Master hasn't even come out of retreat yet, and they've already started coveting my Tenth Peak! I'm going to go find the Grand Elder to argue with him!"
He drew his huge sword angrily and flew away, and his two brothers followed him.
Xu Wanfeng did not forget to pick up Wen Yun and his sword as well.
Wen Yun learned the origin of the Tenth Peak when he was helping Bai Yushan to make a fire.
Originally, the Qingliu Sword Sect did not have the Tenth Peak. Later, when their master entered the Tribulation Realm, he swung his sword and cut off a peak from the Immortal Realm, and that’s how the Tenth Peak came into being.
This is why Bai Yushan could only leave traces when he chopped the stone with all his strength. This is a stone from the fairyland and is different from ordinary stones.
The elders and masters of each peak who knew the inside story had always coveted the Tenth Peak, wanting to refine it and find a way to ascend to the fairyland.
However, with Ye Shubai in charge, they did not dare to act rashly or invade.
Ye Shubai has been in seclusion for five hundred years now, and during these five hundred years they have become more and more courageous.
This new rule is clearly aimed at the Tenth Peak!
Now that the sect leader has not returned, all affairs within the sect are decided by the two supreme elders who are at the peak of the tribulation realm.
They usually lived in a valley surrounded by mist and with a gurgling stream. Few disciples dared to disturb them. The old turtle guarding outside the valley crawled slowly by, but Bai Yushan didn't even look at it and rushed to the front with a sword in hand.
In a thatched pavilion in the valley, two old men, one fat and one thin, were sitting, playing chess face to face leisurely.
Bai Yushan bowed slightly and greeted: "Uncle Ouyang, Uncle Dongfang."
The fat Ouyang Grand Elder lazily raised his eyelids, then said with a smile: "You three are rare guests."
The Eastern Grand Elder also laughed: "Why are you coming to us two old men instead of preparing for the inner sect competition?"
Yue Xingzhou stepped forward, bowed and asked: "Sorry to bother you two uncles, but I don't know why the rules of the inner sect competition have been changed."
Elder Ouyang said slowly without even looking up, "It's because of the rampage of the demonic cultivators that the Qingliu Sword Sect has been quite slack in the past few hundred years. We should put some pressure on the young people and train them up."
"But I don't have any Tenth Peak—"
Before Yue Xingzhou finished speaking, Elder Dongfang waved his hand and interrupted him: "Isn't there one?"
When his eyes fell on Wen Yun, a trace of surprise and regret flashed across his eyes. However, he was an old fox after all. He hid his emotions and stroked his beard and praised: "He can form a pill at the age of fifteen. The young are really to be feared, the young are really to be feared!"
These words came from the bottom of their hearts. Having reached the stage of Dan at the age of fifteen, they couldn't help but think of Senior Brother Ye who overshadowed everyone else of that generation.
But it is obvious that this little girl is not as lucky as Brother Ye to achieve such a realm, but her path of cultivation was cut off early.
The two elders seemed not to notice that Wen Yun's golden elixir was lost, and they continued to smile: "Such a genius with sword bones is worthy of being a disciple of the Tenth Peak. I think he will shine in the inner sect competition."
The faces of Yue Xingzhou and the other two gradually darkened.
How could they not see that the two supreme elders were playing dumb? Even the new rules this time might be the work of these two!
They are so mean at their age!
The two old men looked at each other and suddenly sighed.
"Speaking of sword-bone geniuses, I think of Senior Brother Ye. It's a pity that he died so early—"
"Uncle Master, be careful with your words!" Yue Xingzhou's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth and scolded word by word: "Master is still in seclusion!"
"It was a slip of the tongue, please don't blame me, nephew."
While playing chess, Ouyang said slowly: "Senior Brother Ye reached the Tribulation Realm at the age of 200, and enjoyed a lifespan of 1,000 years. Unfortunately, he burned 300 years of his lifespan to slay demons. Now, 500 years have passed and he has not yet come out of retreat. I am also worried..."
Dongfang Yang was furious: "Senior Brother Ye is a genius. He must have already broken through the Tribulation Stage and will soon be able to leave the retreat and ascend to the Immortal Realm. How could he die so easily?"
Yes.
Five hundred years have passed, but Ye Shubai is still silent.
The respect and fear he left in everyone's hearts slowly disappeared, leaving only the raging desire for the Tenth Peak.
Among those who still remember him, perhaps only three disciples still firmly believe that he is still alive.
"Sitting in the body and dying..."
When these three disciples heard this, it was like a cruel blow to their hearts.
Bai Yushan was shaking all over. Suddenly, he jumped up, raised his sword and chopped forward without saying a word. Xu Wanfeng also followed him with a sword move. Even Yue Xingzhou, who was usually calm and cautious, drew his sword without hesitation.
However, they were no match for the two people at the peak of the Tribulation Realm.
The black and white chess pieces flew over, and the three defeated people fell heavily to the ground, spitting out blood.
Elder Ouyang looked at them with a gloomy expression and waved his hand in annoyance: "For the sake of Senior Brother Ye, I will forgive you for your disrespect for your elders."
Elder Dongfang still smiled kindly: "Go back quickly. Instead of tangling with two old men like us here, it is better to go back and teach this little girl a few moves. If she is lucky, she may even be able to participate in the sword fighting meeting."
Suddenly, Wen Yun moved.
She walked forward a few steps calmly, carefully helped up the three injured brothers, then slowly raised her head and looked into the eyes of the two supreme elders.
The girl's face, as fair as snow, was calm and composed. Her dark eyes curved slightly, revealing a cold smile that didn't even reach her eyes.
"Thank you both for your kind words."
Her voice was clearer than the stream in the valley, yet resounding—
"There must be a seat at the Tenth Peak in the Sword Discussion Conference. I will not let you two down!"
When people wander for a long time, they tend to yearn for peace.
The brothers at the Tenth Peak were eccentric but kind, and gave her many precious wands.
Wen Yun was practicing magic on the Tenth Peak. She hated others disturbing her peace and did not like owing favors to others.
It's time to show off the few unique magic wands she just made!