Chapter 11

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Chapter 11: Accumulating Virtue

On the day Lu Qiansui was knocked down the stage, Wen Yun had her first meal after reaching The Tenth Peak, which was a roast chicken made by Second Master Brother.

The Tenth Peak was very simple, and the three senior brothers didn’t seem like people who would raise chickens. Wen Yun was a little suspicious of where the chicken came from.

"I caught this wild chicken on my way back." Xu Wanfeng explained calmly, then cracked open the dried mud to reveal the chicken inside. It was indeed a chicken from the cultivation world, the appetizing smell could be detected even before it was tasted.

"You’ve worked hard, younger martial sister. Have a chicken leg." Xu Wanfeng handed a clawed leg to Wen Yun.

Wen Yun stared at the "chicken leg" that was longer than her own arm, silent for a moment. Wasn’t this a crane leg?

"Did you catch this at The First Peak?"

The origin of this crane was very clear, after all, besides Xie Mian, no one in the Qingliu Sword Sect raised immortal cranes. Wen Yun wondered what expression he would have when he found his bird missing.

Wen Yun enjoyed this meal so much that by the time Elder Martial Brother came over, only a bit of the bird’s neck was left.

Indeed, Yue Xingzhou didn’t even look at the birds, just stared at her intensely and said, "Martial Sister Wen, you are truly amazing! You defeated The Third Peak’s top disciple with just one move!"

He was sincerely praising her, but Wen Yun felt unworthy of it.

She wiped the oil stain off her mouth and explained seriously, "The main reason is that he had no defenses against me, just like when I ambushed Second Master Brother that day. If he had been more cautious, this wouldn’t have happened."

She was serious.

Her original swordsmanship was indeed formidable, but without the Golden Core to use spiritual power, and now only at the level of an intermediate mage, she was on par with the Golden Core in terms of combat power. If she really fought Lu Qiansui, the outcome was uncertain.

It was precisely because she used magic instead of spiritual power that made Lu Qiansui unprepared.

Just like in the age of cold weapons, when everyone was watching the distance between the two fighters, who would have expected her to draw a gun and shoot the opponent directly.

However, Yue Xingzhou thought she was being modest, he sighed slightly with a complex look, "Actually, I have a question, but if Younger Martial Sister is not comfortable, I won’t mention it."

"Elder Martial Brother, please ask."

"You clearly have lost all your skills, how can you still unleash sword energy?"

"No, that was just a weak attacking magic called Flight Spell, why do people think it’s sword energy only Golden Core Stage practitioners can use?"

Wen Yun couldn’t explain the truth, but seeing so many people using "sword energy," she felt she had to come up with a reasonable excuse.

Holding her wooden stick, another figure holding a wooden sword suddenly came to her mind.

So Wen Yun spoke up.

"After wandering to Qingliu Sword Sect, I received a mysterious sword technique dreamt to me by a senior."

Tales of immortals imparting longevity in dreams are popular in the cultivation world, even though no one has actually experienced it, it doesn’t stop them from dreaming of such encounters.

Xu Wanfeng chuckled, eating the bird neck, his face clearly showing disbelief.

Meanwhile, Yue Xingzhou looked serious and pondered, "Could it be one of the three senior predecessors from the sect ascending? Martial Sister Wen, can you describe the appearance of that senior?"

So Wen Yun had to speak up, "I couldn’t see the appearance of the senior, but I remember he had black hair, white clothes, and was holding a wooden sword."

She said seriously, "That’s why I insist on using a wooden sword."

"Smack"

The bird’s neck fell on the ground, Xu Wanfeng remained silent for a while, and Yue Xingzhou was also quiet. If you look closely, you could see his hand trembling slightly.

Wen Yun keenly noticed their strange reactions and curiously asked, "Brother, is there something wrong?"

After a long silence, Yue Xingzhou took a deep breath.

"Martial Sister Wen, in the entire cultivation world, there is only one senior who can teach you swordsmanship and also uses a wooden sword."

Wen Yun blinked, was there really such a person? Did she actually see someone from the cultivation world back then?

"You must be talking about our Master."

*

Wen Yun didn’t expect that by casually mentioning a person she saw in a time and space vortex, she would point exactly to the owner of The Tenth Peak.

That man is about the same age as the Supreme Elder, who loves drinking and flirting, a 700-year-old man.

Although Wen Yun was sure that the young man she saw was not this old man, her two senior brothers firmly believed otherwise.

Xu Wanfeng, feeling serious, told Wen Yun about their master without any playful tone.

"You may not know, our master is a true sword genius who reached Nascent Soul stage at a hundred years old and Transmigration Stage at two hundred. If he teaches you his unmatched sword technique, consider yourself fortunate."

This time, Wen Yun was truly astonished.

She now had some understanding of the cultivation world and knew how rare the Transmigration Stage was.

As one of the three major sects, the Qingliu Sword Sect had only two Supreme Elders reaching the Transmigration Stage. The other two sects were almost equally matched in strength, and the Xie Family where Xie Mian belonged only had one Transmigration Stage ancestor.

In a magical world, the Archmage is second only to the Master of Magic. But Wen Yun, who created a forbidden curse, could also be considered a Master of Magic, unfortunately, she has passed away and everything is gone.

This was the first time Wen Yun heard about Ye Shubai, their master, from her senior brother. It was strange because according to them, Ye Shubai was supposed to be hailed as the savior of the entire cultivation world. How did he end up in such a situation?

Yue Xingzhou looked very upset and said, "We don’t know the details. At that time, we were all fighting against the demon cultivator, and many of us were seriously injured and had to retreat for nearly a hundred years. When we came back, everyone avoided mentioning our master’s sacrifice. Instead, the credit went to those who initially advocated for reconciliation with the demon cultivator, the three major sects and four major families who are now highly respected."

Trying to avoid unpleasant memories, Xu Wanfeng changed the subject and asked, "It seems like it was fate for Martial Sister Wen to join The Tenth Peak, and with our master appearing in her dream to pass on the sword technique, does it mean that he is about to come out of seclusion?"

This topic piqued Yue Xingzhou’s interest, and both of them looked at Wen Yun with intense curiosity, reminiscent of how the Third Martial Brother used to look at his sword.

"Martial Sister Wen, if you dream of our master tonight, remember to send our greetings to him!"

As he spoke, Xu Wanfeng took out a bottle of pills from his bag and eagerly said to Wen Yun, "With just one of these pills, even a bear would be knocked out in three seconds. Why don’t you give it a try now, younger martial sister?"

Wen Yun felt overwhelmed by the attention, but Yue Xingzhou intervened and prevented his junior brother from doing something reckless.

Before leaving, Xu Wanfeng couldn’t help but look back and kindly remind Wen Yun, "Younger martial sister, it’s getting late. You should rest and go to bed early."

She looked up at the sky in silence, the sun was still up!

Who would have thought that a casual excuse would lead to such a big misunderstanding?

Yes, now no one doubts why she can use sword energy, and no one mentions her strange wand anymore.

But her senior brothers now feel that their master is about to wake up, unintentionally giving them such expectations, she couldn’t bear to disappoint them.

Wen Yun sighed, though heavy-hearted, she carefully held the 5000-year-old fire hemlock in her hand.

The direct disciple has returned, and the opponents in the upcoming inner-door competition are all experts.

Not every Golden Core is as easy to ambush as Lu Qiansui, she must be ready with her weapons for tomorrow.

The two wands before were not Wen Yun’s favorite type, coupled with the materials of fire hemlock and Phoenix tree portraying them as less refined, so the crafting process was not meticulous. Wen Yun simply shaved them into sticks, and casually branded them with spiritual symbols.

But fire hemlock is different, it is the good wood she has been nurturing with magic for these months, even the shaving was done more carefully.

Wen Yun wanted to turn the fire hemlock into a wand shape at first, but it seemed a bit out of place in the world of cultivation, so she carved it into a wooden sword instead.

A bladeless and edgeless stick that looked like a mix of a club and a sword.

Wen Yun held it and slowly imprinted her own mark on the new wand with her mental power.

Just as her mental power fully expanded, a strange ripple suddenly came.

It was an extremely powerful yet gentle ripple, without any aggression, but with a strong sense of presence.

Wen Yun was puzzled and touched the fire hemlock wand, wondering, "Could you have a wand spirit?"

When a sword cultivator’s sword reaches a certain level of power, it may give rise to a sword spirit, and a magic wand used by a wizard might also have a wand spirit.

For example, with the dragon bone wand Wen Yun used before, the wand spirit was a golden dragon, whose presence could even allow Wen Yun to instantly cast advanced spells.

So, anyone who captures a wand spirit must not miss it!

Wen Yun tightly held the wand and began to fully sense the spirit of the fire hemlock wand.

In the moment her spiritual power expanded again, a golden light suddenly burst forth, illuminating her sea of divine sense, and in the next moment, she understood.

The disturbance did not come from the fire hemlock, but from the small Phoenix tree sapling on the windowsill.

She gazed at the Phoenix tree, which had grown stronger under her careful care during this time, although it still looked like a common tree.

At this moment, its leaves were emitting a faint golden light, as if something was about to emerge.

Wen Yun was amazed, "Truly a Phoenix tree, already showing spirit before becoming a wand?"

She carefully reached out and touched the leaves of the Phoenix tree, and suddenly the leaves burst with a strong light, and then—

A figure suddenly appeared and dropped in front of her.

Even someone as calm as Wen Yun was shocked for a while, standing still holding the wand and forgetting to move.

When she saw his face clearly for the first time, she was slightly stunned.

The man in the white clothes was covered in small spots of blood, with thick eyelashes that contrasted against his light skin, casting a faint shadow on his eyelids, resembling the wings of a beautiful butterfly.

He lay there with his eyes closed, as if in a deep sleep, motionless.

The now calm Wen Yun carefully observed him, slowly approaching with her wand in hand.

Just as she was about to reach him, his eyelids twitched slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The man raised his gaze to meet Wen Yun’s, his expression initially cold and distant, but slowly, his furrowed brows relaxed, and a strange look began to form in his eyes.

He spoke with a very cold and confident tone.

"We have met before."

Wen Yun nodded in a peculiar manner.

The person in front of her slowly overlapped with the figure walking in the snow in her memory.

Could this person be the karma she accumulated…?

Has he reincarnated as a wand spirit to repay kindness?