After calmly announcing that he would ascend to heaven at any time, Wen Yun folded his umbrella and sat down.
Zhu Erchong's heart skipped a beat, the terrible sound of thunder still echoing in his ears, and he quickly advised: "Junior Sister Wen, why don't you hold the umbrella? It will be terrible if the thunder strikes down, and we can't ascend yet! If it strikes down on our heads, I'm afraid there will be no ashes left!"
Wen Yun smiled as he filled his glass with wine, then quietly took the perfectly roasted skewer of fat lamb, and then he replied leisurely, "Don't worry, these are not real ascension thunderbolts, they are just leaking from the thunderbolt clouds, they are just to scare people."
That being said, everyone still felt uneasy. In the past, everyone would compete for food and drinks during small gatherings. But today, perhaps because they were worried, no matter whether it was the hot wine or the roasted meat, it all went into Wen Yun's stomach.
After the wine jug on the stove was empty and only a few skewers of vegetables were left on the grill, Wen Yun, who had drunk enough wine and eaten enough meat, stood up leisurely and bowed to everyone gracefully. "Brothers and sisters, if you have the intention to ascend, please make preparations and come to the Tenth Peak to find me later. It's getting late today, so I'll go back first."
Watching her leaving, the remaining four people were silent for a long time.
"Do you think what Junior Sister Wen said about the cultivation world being over in a thousand years is true?"
"I feel like it's real." Senior Sister Meng Ran took a deep breath, tilted her head back and drank a glass of wine, her cheeks and eyes flushed with a tipsy red. "I usually like to read some idle books and stories, and I found that the protagonists in the story collections handed down thousands of years ago could move mountains and fill the sea, but nowadays, such exaggerated plots are rarely seen. Now I think that maybe the stories in the past were not exaggerated, but that the spiritual energy was abundant before, and they were really stronger than our current cultivators."
As soon as she started talking about the story, her voice choked up. Bao Pilong and Shen Xinghai didn't know why, and just thought that the senior sister was drunk.
Only Zhu Erchong guessed the truth and he sighed and comforted her: "Don't cry, don't cry. I will go talk to them again and give you three to five days."
Senior Sister Meng Ran shed tears silently.
Zhu Erchong had no choice but to discuss with the other two: "What do you think of what Junior Sister Wen said about the ascension..."
"I believe that Junior Sister Wen is not the kind of person who brags so much. Since she said there is a mysterious technique that can help us ascend to heaven, then we should practice it!"
"I believe it too. I plan to follow her in cultivation tomorrow. Who doesn't want to ascend to heaven?"
Bao Pilong scratched his head and finally laughed: "Me too!"
…
As the sky darkened, a few scattered snowflakes began to fall. The brothers and sisters who had come to visit him dispersed. A swordsman who had just returned from practicing sword skills in the mountains blew a leaf whistle to join in the fun, and the birds returning to their nests flew back to their respective courtyards.
The two young boys, Heishi and Axiu, who had finished learning swordsmanship from Liu Luoyin, ran back to the yard, pulled Shen Xinghai's clothes, and excitedly talked about the progress they had made today. He listened patiently and sent them back to the house to sleep.
After the courtyard returned to silence, Shen Xinghai put on a straw raincoat, stepped on the white ground, and walked towards the direction of the tenth peak.
This was also the first time Shen Xinghai stepped out of his own courtyard after his hand was broken.
He had thought that he would be mocked by his fellow disciples and would lower his head to avoid them whenever they passed by. However, he did not expect to be recognized. When the other party spoke, it was not a mockery, but a polite greeting. They even asked him where he wanted to go and offered to fly him there on their sword.
Shen Xinghai thanked them and declined. After passing each other, he vaguely heard the voices of the two sword cultivators behind him.
"Brother, how come that brother just now had his arm broken and his cultivation level is still unknown?"
"Don't talk like that. That's Senior Brother Shen from the First Peak. He's the Jindan-stage Senior Brother who went to the outer sea alone to discover the conspiracy of the demon cultivators as mentioned by Senior Master Wen..."
"Ah! So he is the famous Senior Brother Shen?"
Shen Xinghai paused slightly.
He had never heard Wen Yun and several other senior brothers mention this matter, nor did he know that what he had done had been praised by everyone.
It was as if Wen Yun appeared before his eyes, telling the other practitioners about his affairs with a cold face, and solemnly telling others not to bully him. She had always been like this, seemingly difficult to get close to, but in fact, she cared deeply about the people around her.
That's why he wanted to bring everyone along for such a big event as Ascension, right? If it were any other cultivator, they would just fight to the death to snatch the Ascension opportunity from others, so how could they possibly share it with others
Shen Xinghai lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth. The heavy mood that had lasted for a long time gradually became light.
He looked down at the slightly shining ring on his hand and said with a smile: "You often say that the world I live in is rotten and decayed, but I have always felt that it is quite good here."
The ring flashed with light but did not respond to his words.
Shen Xinghai then let out a long roar towards the sky, releasing all the depressed air in his chest, and walked towards the distance with an uplifting attitude.
In the past, with the blessing of spiritual power, he could walk with the wind even without flying the sword. Therefore, he never felt how big the Qingliu Sword Sect was, nor did he feel how far the distance between the first peak and the tenth peak was.
Now he has become a mortal again, taking one step at a time. Along the way, the snow accumulated on his raincoat becomes thicker and thicker. The bluestone road is winding, just like a path of spiritual practice, with no end in sight.
I don't know how long I walked. The sky turned from dusk to dark, and from dark to light. The snow had been falling all night, and the sky was already faintly showing a clear light blue color.
Shen Xinghai stopped and looked up at the graceful little mountain in front of him.
At the foot of the mountain gate, a girl in a moon-white dress was standing on the winding path paved with bluestone. She was holding a light blue paper umbrella of the same color and holding a little pig in her arms. She looked up at me with a smile.
At this moment, the sound of several flying swords breaking through the air was heard from behind, and three figures landed gracefully beside Shen Xinghai.
"Junior Brother Shen, you actually came here by yourself! We came to pick you up at dawn!"
Shen Xinghai smiled bitterly and bowed to everyone to apologize.
Unfortunately, before the group of sword cultivators could exchange a few words, Wen Yun, who was standing at the mountain gate, stopped smiling, looked at everyone solemnly, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you all ready to make the ascension?"
A group of sword cultivators who had just reached the Jindan stage straightened their attitudes, stood up and answered, "We are ready!"
Wen Yun nodded slightly and let the piglet out of his arms, only to see the pig struggling to fly forward, muttering to itself and spitting out a bunch of shabby fire sticks from its mouth.
"Hehe, this is the magic wand I worked so hard to carve out. You must cherish it. If you dare to lose it or break it, you won't be able to exchange it for a new one without two kilograms of gems..."
"How abominable! In such a cold weather, they don't allow people to sleep. They let the honorable Lord Fire Dragon teach these idiots basic magic?"
Wen Yun coughed, and the pig immediately stopped grunting.
"Okay, now that everyone is ready, follow me up the mountain and prepare to take the magic introductory test."
The cultivation method of the upper realm is actually to absorb the source power of heaven and earth, and at the same time temper the soul and body in order to achieve ascension.
But the problem is that the source of heaven and earth in the world of cultivation only exists in the tiny area of the Tenth Peak and the Xuantian Secret Realm. If everyone follows Senior Su Yuan to practice the skills of the upper realm, the source of heaven and earth will not be enough for so many people to practice.
But Wen Yun thought of a way. Wouldn't it be possible to practice both magic and martial arts like her? Moreover, as long as they didn't cast spells and just meditated on their own to temper their souls, the little bit of magic elements scattered from the tenth peak would be enough for them to use!
Isn't that it? Isn't that it can fly
She decided to convert these sword cultivators into magic swordsmen before she ascended!
It is better to fly with all your people than to fly alone. If you don’t have a background in the upper realm, you will be bullied, right? Okay, she has her own background!
But what they never expected was that the focus of this group of sword cultivators suddenly shifted.
Zhu Erchong rubbed his hands and asked excitedly: "Junior Sister Wen, is the 'magic' you mentioned the mysterious technique that can take us to heaven? This name doesn't sound right, could it be that you stole it from the demon cultivator before?"
Even Senior Sister Meng Ran started to think the same way. She nodded seriously, as if she knew something important. "Junior Sister Wen, I understand. As the saying goes, if you can't become an immortal, you'll become a demon. Now that the immortal path is cut off, you can't become an immortal. So you're going to open up a demon path to ascend, right? Junior Sister Wen is indeed your idol. This kind of behavior is very much like a heroine in a cool novel!"
She had already made up her mind that since the fourth volume of the Blackened Master had been destroyed, she would simply not continue writing.
For the next book, Senior Sister Meng Ran decided to write a series about a Sword Sect junior sister based on Wen Yun, in order to break the stereotype that "all heroes are men" and let everyone know that female cultivators can also point their swords to the sky and destroy ghosts and gods!
"… "
Wen Yun looked at the enthusiastic crowd and fell silent, not knowing how to explain for a moment.
What they didn't expect was that the sword cultivators who had the wrong idea not only did not retreat, but became more active than the other.
Even Shen Xinghai, who had been gloomy before, snorted coldly and said, "The demon cultivators can come and plunder our resources and skills, so why can't we take them from them? As long as the skills don't harm the world, why can't we use them!"
He smiled crookedly and said loudly: "The best way to control the devil is to learn from the devil's skills!"
“… In fact, these two demons are not the same thing at all.”
Forget it, Wen Yun gave up, there was no way to explain it.
"Since you want to learn, you must learn it properly" - this sentence was not said by Wen Yun, but by Charmander.
Hearing that Wen Yun was going to start teaching that group of sword practitioners magic, the little fire dragon became excited. He immediately cleared out his own dragon nest and set up a classroom in the style of the magical world based on his memories. There was also a huge portrait hanging on the wall of the stone cave. Wen Yun looked at it for a long time before he finally recognized that it seemed to be the prototype of Xiaohong painted by Ye Shubai.
Tsk, he actually went to find Ye Shubai, that poor painter, instead of looking for himself. This Long has no vision.
When the sword practitioners first entered this strange magic classroom, they discovered that not only them, but also the three masters from the Tenth Peak were already seated.
These disciples were all in shock for a moment, not knowing whether to stand or sit.
Zhu Erchong leaned close to Bao Pilong's ear and whispered, "Practicing with three ancestors in the Spiritualization Stage... I don't know why I feel uneasy?"
"What are you afraid of? To be honest, Junior Sister Wen is still an ancestor who will soon ascend to heaven. You two didn't feel weak when you were fighting with her for the meat yesterday."
Senior Sister Meng Ran's words really had a miraculous effect, making the two fools immediately have the illusion that "it turns out that a strong person in the Spirit Transformation Stage is just like this." Under the guidance of the little fire dragon, they sat down in their own seats with peace of mind.
Wen Yunduan sat in front of everyone and said calmly: "Do you see the crystal ball in front of you? Okay, then put your hands on the crystal ball, then close your eyes, follow my instructions and start to meditate..."
Facts have proved that a genius is a genius. Even the two people who seem the least intelligent are very talented in practicing magic. They quickly mastered the key to meditation and began to work hard to become a qualified magic apprentice.
In an instant, a group of sword cultivators with their eyes closed sat in the dragon cave. The crystal balls in front of each of them emitted light of different colors, which made the crooked giant dragon statue look majestic.
Wen Yun felt a little bored. How could a dignified God of Magic be watching a group of magic apprentices learning magic here
She waved at Charmander, who immediately came running over, wagging his tail.
"What's wrong?"
"You stay here for me, and answer any questions they have."
Originally thought that based on Charmander's personality, it would definitely take the opportunity to ask for benefits, but unexpectedly it agreed particularly readily this time, which made Wen Yun hesitate for a moment and began to worry whether his decision was correct.
But she had no time to regret, as Charmander had already urged her to go out, and even made up a lot of excuses, such as "I just entered a secret realm, and Xiaobai said he missed you very much."
"Why are you so active this time?" She finally couldn't help but ask the question in her mind.
The little fire dragon smiled and muttered, "I teach them magic, they should at least pay me tuition, right?"
"… "
Wen Yun had no choice but to hand over these apprentices to the management of the little fire dragon, letting it earn tuition fees happily, while he himself devoted himself to practicing the swordsmanship of the Dongxuan Realm taught by Senior Su Yuan.
According to Master Su Yuan, true ascension would cause the source power of heaven and earth to be in constant turmoil, and even the thunder that descended from the sky would vary according to the qualifications of the ascender. Wen Yun's ascension thunder was destined to draw the attention of all worlds to this lower realm.
After all, in the lower realm without the source of power from heaven and earth, few cultivators had been able to ascend on their own before. Without exception, they were all brought up by people from the upper realm!
His original words were: "You have such a terrible talent, and you have cultivated the laws of heaven and earth. If you were replaced by a genius with a Taoist master from the upper realm to protect you, it would be fine. But here there is no one to protect you. If you don't work hard, I'm afraid you will be struck to death by lightning before the people from the Eastern Profound Realm notice anything and come to catch you."
The calamity cloud had been hanging over Wen Yun's head, and from time to time it would let out a thunderbolt to remind her—"You are going to die!"
Wen Yun had no choice but to go into seclusion. Although he dared not absorb the power of heaven and earth anymore, he still tried his best to practice various skills.
As the seasons change, more than half a year has passed without me noticing.
New buds gradually sprouted from the dead branches, and layers of green of varying shades gradually dyed the thousands of mountains of the Qingliu Sword Sect. As the summer heat worsened, the green became thicker and thicker. On the nine most eye-catching main peaks, sword practitioners demonstrated sword moves among the mountains and clouds, their spiritual powers surging and vibrant, as vibrant as this scorching summer day.
On the small Tenth Peak, a red fat pig held a fire stick between its front paws and pointed at the sword cultivators lined up in front.
"You have been practicing magic for more than half a year. In the past, you just meditated in the dragon cave. Now it's time to show me your achievements! Whether you can become a real magic apprentice will be determined in today's assessment. Come on, raise your magic wands."
The sword cultivators were now holding not swords, but oddly shaped fire sticks... No, Junior Sister Wen's spirit pig said that this was called a magic wand.
It’s really helpless. I don’t know why Junior Sister Wen would let a pig teach them this so-called “magic”. If other people knew about it in the future, wouldn’t it be very embarrassing
The little fire dragon had no idea what they were thinking. It was still showing off its authority. After confiscating the sword cultivators' wives, it issued an order: "No more sword-controlling techniques are allowed. Those who can fly up to the sky will be considered to have passed the test and will be exempted from the six-month tuition. Those who fail will have to go back and meditate with their crystal balls for a month!"
To use magic well, one has to rely on mental strength, so whether the magic can be cast successfully can indeed be used to judge the results of their mental training.
Everyone first cast their concerned eyes on Shen Xinghai. He had lost all his previous cultivation, and both his spiritual power and magic had to start from scratch. The effort he put in was countless times more than that of others.
At this moment, Shen Xinghai held the magic wand in his hand, pondered for a moment, and then slowly recited the magic spell taught by the little fire dragon.
The magic wand was much lighter than the sword, so it was not difficult for him to use it. Soon it was floating up into the sky.
Seeing Shen Xinghai successfully pass the test, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Senior Sister Meng Ran then used a levitation technique to fly up to the sky, but after she was used to the sword control technique, she felt uneasy because she couldn't step on anything. After she was dangling in the air, she couldn't help it. While the little fire dragon was not paying attention, she carefully used the sword control technique on the fire stick in her hand...
Facts have proved that as long as it is used for a long time, even a fire stick can become the natal magic stick like the natal magic sword.
She really flew with the stick!
The other sword cultivators followed suit and flew their sticks into the sky one after another, making the little fire dragon so angry that he started cursing and prepared to go find Wen Yun to complain.
"You, a group of adult humans, are trying to deceive a baby dragon just to save a little money. How shameless!"
However, before the aggrieved little fire dragon could fly to find its master, a flash of lightning passed through the dark cloud hanging in the sky, and then a fierce bolt of lightning struck down below!
This calamity cloud has been hanging over the Qingliu Sword Sect for more than half a year. Every now and then, a thunderbolt would strike. Everyone was quite scared at first, but later on, they got used to it.
After all, the thunder was always blocked by Wen Yun, and not even a blade of grass was hurt, it was just a little louder.
Charmander thought so at first.
However, that cloud looked particularly gloomy today, and its spreading area was getting larger and larger, as if it would press down on the Qingliu Sword Sect at any time. What was even more terrifying was that lightning flashed continuously between the clouds. In the past, a bolt of lightning would strike every three to five days, but today, another bolt of lightning fell!
It looked up at the sky, and the soul contract made it feel a little uneasy. After the third lightning struck, the little fire dragon finally realized what had happened. It no longer cared about the tuition fees of that group of sword cultivators, and transformed into its original form and flew to the top of the mountain.
Wen Yun can no longer suppress her own cultivation. The real thunder from heaven is finally about to fall. Now it must accompany her to withstand this thunder!
The disciples of Qingliu Sword Sect had originally gathered together to watch the fun, wondering why there was a group of strange people flying with sticks. However, after several bolts of lightning passed, everyone's eyes fell in the direction of the Tenth Peak.
Countless thunderbolts fell towards the tenth peak. In the thunder and lightning that covered the sky, a beautiful figure could be vaguely seen standing alone and proudly.
"Junior Sister Wen didn't lie to us, she is really going to ascend..."
Zhu Erchong and others fell off the sticks in a mess. They looked up at the sky, knowing that they would never forget this scene in their lifetime.
Senior Sister Meng Ran stared at him blankly, muttering the prologue of the new storybook:
"In early June, Wen Yun from the Sword Sect cultivated the Great Dao. He did not seek immortality, but created his own immortal path and ascended to heaven in broad daylight..."