Younger Martial Sister of the Sword Sect Holds a Magic Wand

Chapter 88: It turns out it was your thunder!

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In the Xuantian Secret Realm, Master Su Yuan sat upright on a piece of blue stone, his hand on the sword. His posture was indifferent, yet he showed the demeanor of an immortal from otherworldly realm.

He was telling the two younger generations below about the situation in the upper realm.

"In the upper realm, almost everywhere is a treasure land like the Xuantian Secret Realm. Some major sects that have been passed down for thousands of years even own countless caves and blessed lands. Therefore, under the nourishment of the source of heaven and earth, there are very few people who cannot practice."

"But on the other hand, in the upper realm, those below the Ascension stage are not considered masters. Only those who reach the Ascension stage are considered to have entered the great path of cultivation. After that, there are the Pseudo-Immortal, True Immortal, and Golden Immortal stages! Above that, there are the legendary Dao Realm masters. Masters like these can overthrow the myriad worlds with a single hand. I have only heard that there are Dao Realm masters in the Eastern Profound Realm, but I have never seen one with my own eyes."

“The reason why it is said that only after ascending can one enter the path of cultivation is because after ascending, cultivators can break through the void and travel between the various realms. All living things can cultivate the great way, and all kinds of unheard-of elixirs and magic weapons are available. By then, you will know that the vastness of the myriad realms is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people!”

Wen Yun and Ye Shubai were able to remain calm after hearing this, but the little fire dragon could no longer sit still. The tip of his tail was trembling with excitement: "What kind of treasures are there?"

Su Yuan Zhenren hesitated for a moment, fearing that the pig would reveal some rare treasures, and spoke cautiously: "Most of the things you have seen should have..."

Before he finished speaking, the little fire dragon opened its mouth and spit out a golden gem from its belly. It handed it over very carefully and whispered, "This is the rarest gem I have ever seen. I have only seen one like this in hundreds of years. Can you see if there is one in the upper realm?"

After receiving the gem, Master Su Yuan was silent for a moment, and finally said confidently: "I have seen this thing. Many places in the upper realm like to use it as a substitute for charcoal. In terms of its approximate value, a piece of spiritual jade can be weighed one pound."

Wen Yun and Ye Shubai felt something was wrong when they heard the second half of the sentence, but it was too late to open their mouths to stop it. They could only watch as the little fire dragon was severely injured and silently shed tears while holding the gem.

Su Yuan Zhenren was puzzled: "Huh? Why are you crying, you spirit pig?"

Wen Yun watched the little fire dragon return to the dragon bone staff and shut himself up, and said helplessly: "It's okay, it's okay, the child has a fragile heart, you don't have to worry about it, just continue talking."

Master Su Yuan nodded and continued talking about the topic of ascension.

“I just said that the resources in the upper realm are rich, so there are many kinds of realm-breaking elixirs, and there are many kinds of real and fake geniuses. But even so, I have never heard of anyone who can ascend at the age of sixteen.” He looked at Wen Yun and praised sincerely: “If a cultivator with such amazing talent like you really ascends from the lower realm, I am afraid that countless major sects in the upper realm will compete for you!”

Wen Yun, who always liked to be praised, remained silent this time. He sat quietly where he was, and then glanced towards Ye Shubai as if unintentionally.

She spoke carefully: "I feel that my swordsmanship is not yet perfect. I need to suppress it for a while before I can ascend again."

Once he ascends, his movements will inevitably be noticed by the higher realms, and Wen Yun will not be able to ensure that he can return to the world of cultivation safely.

After Master Su Yuan left, Wen Yun saw that Ye Shubai had been looking at him, so he had to analyze the situation rationally again.

"According to what the senior said, cultivators like us who were born in the lower realms and have no background can only rely on other major sects to protect ourselves. But you should know that I always like others to please me. After all, my status and position are there, right?"

Seeing that Ye Shubai didn't say anything, she continued to explain the reason with reason: "Also, who can guarantee that I will be accepted as a treasure by others after flying up? What if I am deprived of the power of law and then wiped out like other ascenders, wouldn't that be miserable? So I think that instead of ascending alone and being slaughtered by others, it is better to create our Qingliu Sword Sect to the upper realm. For example, our two ancestors go up together. Isn't that great?"

Ye Shubai looked down at Wen Yun. She herself didn't even realize that every time she was nervous she would say a lot of rational analysis, as if she was trying to convince herself, or as if she was trying to convince him.

He said gently: "Actually, you don't have to wait for me. You can ascend first, and I will come to find you then."

"I know you will come to find me, but I'm afraid that we will have our memories wiped out like Senior Su Yuan. I'm smart and lovable and won't be bullied. You're so honest, who knows how you'll be bullied by those sinister upper realm cultivators." Wen Yun lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes moved, and his voice was gentle: "Besides, what I said is true that I don't want to go up and be slaughtered now. I want to ascend with the entire Qingliu Sword Sect... and even the entire cultivation world."

At this point, she coughed lightly as if to hide something, and said nonchalantly: "Of course, this includes you."

In fact, this sentence that sounds most like an unintentional remark is what is meant.

Ye Shubai lowered his head and looked at her, his Adam's apple rolled, and a faint light appeared.

His heart was beating very fast, and after thinking for a long time, he finally mustered up the courage to speak.

"Wen Yun, actually I..."

“Boom!”

A golden-purple lightning fell from the sky. Fortunately, Wen Yun was prepared and opened an umbrella-shaped defensive magic weapon to block it. This lightning was just an ordinary lightning that was accidentally leaked by Jieyun. It was not a big threat, but the noise was quite scary.

The inexplicable atmosphere just now suddenly disappeared. Wen Yun looked up at the dark clouds above his head and sighed, "I have to get out of Xuantian Secret Realm quickly, otherwise I will absorb too much heaven and earth source power and really ascend. Remember to practice well in there."

Ye Shubai nodded and watched her leave, feeling a little uneasy.

So Wen Yun...did you hear clearly what you said just now

After quickly coming out of the Xuantian Secret Realm, Wen Yun happened to meet Bao Pilong and Zhu Erchong who came to look for him.

They came to invite her to visit Shen Xinghai. Previously, he followed the Xie family and discovered Mo You's conspiracy, but he was seriously injured when he came back. Not only did he lose all his cultivation, but he also broke his right arm.

The three of them walked from the tenth peak to the first peak, but when they passed the foot of the sixth peak, Wen Yun stopped and looked at a figure from afar and wondered, "That person looks familiar."

The man standing at the gate of the Sixth Peak was wearing a white shirt embroidered with green bamboo leaves. He held a green bamboo sword in his left hand and an extremely elegant white plum blossom in his right hand. He did not look as elegant as he used to be, and he looked distraught.

He asked sadly: "Meng Ran, is your master really not here?"

Senior Sister Meng Ran had no choice but to answer again: "Yes, Grandmaster Xu, my master said she is not here."

Xu Wanfeng stumbled, turned away with sorrow in his eyes, and one could still vaguely hear the poem he recited: "Since ancient times, love has been full of empty hatred, and this hatred will last forever!"

When I turned around, I saw Wen Yun.

His face changed drastically and he quickly hid the white plum blossom in his hand, which he had picked from somewhere, behind him, and flew away on his sword without even saying hello.

Seeing Wen Yun's bewildered look, the well-informed Bao Pilong laughed and whispered to her, "It's spread all over the inner sect. I heard that when Grandmaster Xu swore to the master of Ziyun Peak to express his true feelings, a strange thunder fell from the sky... Hehe."

Although he was not quite sure, Wen Yun's heart skipped a beat and he looked silently at the calamity cloud above his head that was still flashing with lightning.

Seeing all her friends arrive, Senior Sister Meng Ran, who had been blocking Xu Wanfeng for a day at the foot of the mountain, finally smiled. However, the strange thing was that she first glanced behind Wen Yun and said softly, "Why don't I see your master?"

Wen Yun was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was asking Ye Shubai: "He is practicing on the tenth peak."

I thought Sister Meng Ran was just asking casually, but she showed some concern next: "How are you two getting along recently? Is there anything interesting? Is he nice to you?"

Wen Yun answered honestly, wondering why Senior Sister Meng Ran was so concerned about Ye Shubai today.

Only Zhu Erchong beside him showed a knowing smile. He found an opportunity to pull Senior Sister Meng Ran behind him and asked in a low voice: "Have you finished the manuscript of the fourth volume? Wanbao Pavilion is urging us to finish it. They said that someone was making trouble in front of the store, shouting at Master Meng to write the storybook quickly, and said that the donkeys in the farmers' homes dare not rest like this."

When this matter was mentioned, the smile on Sister Meng Ran's face disappeared, and she said in a heavy tone: "The manuscript is gone."

"What?!"

"I had just finished copying the manuscript last night when a thunderclap suddenly struck outside. I got so scared that I accidentally knocked over a full inkstone. The manuscript was ruined and I had to rewrite it."

Wen Yun heard them muttering behind him, and he was suspicious. He turned around and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing." Zhu Erchong stood up quickly. His mind was racing again. "I told Senior Sister Meng Ran not to pick up the sword. Don't let Junior Brother Shen get upset later."

Hearing what he said, Senior Sister Meng Ran and Bao Pilong nodded and put their swords back into the mustard seed bags. Wen Yun thought about it and also put away the dragon bone staff.

But this made everyone notice the paper umbrella she was holding.

Senior Sister Meng Ran looked at the umbrella and asked curiously, "Junior Sister Wen, there is neither snow nor rain now, why are you holding an umbrella?"

Wen Yun thought about it and felt that telling them that this was a magic weapon to prevent disasters was a bit scary. He also felt that if he let them know that he was about to ascend, it would spread throughout the entire cultivation world, which was not in line with his principle of low-key development.

So he said vaguely: "You have just met my second brother, you see, he often fan himself in this cold weather, not because he is cold, but to maintain his demeanor."

She spoke more and more seriously, saying, "So, this umbrella of mine is not for keeping out the rain, but for keeping elegant."

The three of them were intimidated by her and nodded to show that they understood.

The rough man Bao Pilong couldn't help but sigh: "I have always felt that the popularity of you people at the Tenth Peak is exceptionally outstanding. It turns out that such sacrifices are required here. Fanning yourself on a cold day and holding an umbrella on a sunny day. I am so disrespectful!"

Wen Yun: "... You don't have to be too respectful."

While chatting, they had already reached the secluded courtyard at the foot of the first peak.

We arrived at Shen Xinghai’s residence.

A light snow had just fallen in Qingliu Sword Sect two days ago, and the green mountains were all covered with a faint white layer. The snow melted early in the bustling places, but this villa was particularly quiet and lonely. The snow accumulated on the black tiles and green branches, and did not disperse for a long time.

In the courtyard stood a very handsome young man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. He was only wearing a thin padded jacket and his face was pale from the cold.

He was unaware of the cold and just looked up at the clouds on the mountainside.

There was a faint sound of children's laughter, and upon closer inspection, it turned out that it was Liu Luoyin flying in the sky with two children, Heishi and Axiu, on his sword. The two little sword masters were no longer wearing the old clothes that had been altered by Shen Xinghai, but brand new uniforms for disciples of the sect.

He looked at it for a long while and seemed to be touched. He grasped the sword with his only remaining hand and tried hard to lift it up. However, now that he had lost all his cultivation, how could he use the sword made of immortal iron again

“Bang—”

The heavy sword fell at his feet, shaking the branches above his head and causing a pile of cold snow to fall on his head and shoulders.

Everyone stood outside the yard in silence, watching this scene, feeling sour and heavy in their hearts.

At this moment, Shen Xinghai in the yard finally came to his senses and noticed the presence of people outside the yard.

He hurriedly brushed off the snow on his shoulders, his face showing the smile that everyone was most familiar with, and waved his hand to greet them: "Senior brothers and sisters, hey, Junior Sister Wen is back too! Junior Sister Wen, I have already used the prosthetic limb that you asked Wanbao Pavilion to customize for me. Look, I am no different from before!"

Shen Xinghai's arm was severed by Mo You, and the injury was so severe that it could not regenerate. This prosthetic limb almost used up half of Wen Yun's treasury, and he also asked the ancestor of the Wan family to search all over the world of cultivation for craftsmen to make it. It looks no different from an ordinary hand, but it is still fake after all.

In order to reassure her, Shen Xinghai raised his hand to pick the leaves above his head. However, he was still not familiar enough with the prosthetic limb. Although he raised his hand, he was unable to pick the leaf.

He gritted his teeth and his shoulders were shaking.

However, no one stopped him. Everyone remained silent and waited for him secretly.

finally-

"Look, am I no different from ordinary people?" Shen Xinghai raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and handed the leaf to Wen Yun.

She took the small leaf, her heart filled with complicated feelings.

Zhu Erchong and others had already praised Shen Xinghai. In order not to make him sad, they built a fire and heated wine, clamoring to have a good gathering today. The wine was provided by Senior Sister Meng Ran as usual. Bao Pilong and Zhu Erchong eagerly grilled meat and talked about the interesting things they had seen before on the Sixth Peak.

When they saw that Wen Yun didn't come over, they hurriedly called out, "Junior Sister Wen, why are you standing there? Come and sit with us."

Wen Yun held an umbrella and glanced at the faces of several sword practitioners one by one.

She knew that she was never one to be inferior to others, so whether in the magic world or the world of cultivation, she seemed lazy but was actually practicing very hard, just to take control of her own destiny.

Just as she said to Ye Shubai before, if after ascending to heaven she was destined to erase all memories of her past and rely on a force to preserve her life, then what was the purpose of her ascension

Is it to go to the upper world and be a dog

Then why not just ascend with one realm and fulfill Master Su Yuan’s dream to really create a Qingliu Sword Sect in the upper realm!

"In about another thousand years, this world will become a wasteland. The spiritual energy will be cut off and it will be impossible to practice cultivation." Wen Yun announced the news in a calm voice.

“Pah.”

All four cups fell to the ground.

They had experienced countless things with Wen Yun, so they knew better that she would not tell such scary lies.

Wen Yun saw that they were already shocked by the news, and paused. After finding that no one raised any questions, he continued, "When ascending, the body can be reshaped by the source of heaven and earth. Senior Brother Shen, if you can cultivate to the ascending realm again, what does it matter if your arm is broken?"

Shen Xinghai's body shook, the forced smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he looked at Wen Yun in confusion and shock.

"So..." Wen Yun looked at the four fellow disciples and asked them a soul-searching question: "Within a thousand years, you can all ascend to heaven, right?"

This is a harsh question!

Zhu Erchong and Senior Sister Meng Ran both gasped.

Only Bao Pilong thought that Wen Yun was joking. He said with a smile while grilling meat, "Junior Sister Wen, you asked a good question. If you want to ascend to heaven, I, Bao, can definitely do it! But everyone knows that the way to ascend to heaven in the world of cultivation has been cut off. We have the will and the ability, but God won't give us the way."

"I don't need it from God." Wen Yun walked towards them with an umbrella in his hand with a calm expression and sat on a stone bench in the corner.

She said calmly: "I will clear the way for you."

"Haha, Junior Sister Wen, you really know how to joke..."

Before the word "smile" fell, a loud bang was suddenly heard from the sky, and then a purple-gold lightning struck down fiercely!

However, the next moment, the paper umbrella held by Wen Yun flashed a light, forming a huge barrier that covered the entire courtyard, and the lightning was instantly turned into smoke.

Wen Yun was extremely satisfied. It was worthy of being a magic weapon from the upper realm given by Senior Su Yuan. This umbrella was really useful.

When she turned around again, she saw four pale faces.

"What kind of thunder is this?"

"Since everyone has seen it, I won't hide it from you. This is the lightning that caused my ascension."

Her explanation made everyone feel as if they were falling into a cloud or a dream. They looked at Wen Yun stupidly, unable to tell whether they were dreaming or she was dreaming.

Only Senior Sister Meng Ran looked up at the calamity cloud, her hands stained with ink trembling uncontrollably, and she muttered to herself in a state of near collapse—

"It turned out that it was Junior Sister Wen who attracted the thunder... It turned out that it was you who attracted the thunder..."