Chapter 113

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Chapter 113: Wanting More Wives!

Shen Xinghai felt sad when Wen Yun told him about the origin of the arm but then quickly felt better.

Zhu Erchong, upon learning that the arm belonged to Shang Wuyang, a strong person, remained following the Cloud Beast without wanting to leave.

Without any threats, the Cloud Beasts disguised themselves as clouds and no longer rained down on Shen Xinghai.

Despite closely following the Cloud Beasts, Zhu Erchong eventually annoyed them.

"Sizzle!"

Zhu Erchong, sprayed in the face with water, looked for the Cloud Beast but couldn’t find it, feeling frustrated.

Wen Yun asked, puzzled, "Martial Brother Zhu, why did you provoke the Cloud Beasts?"

Provoking vengeful Cloud Beasts will only bring trouble upon oneself, right?

Zhu Erchong whispered, "I just want to see if they can produce something even more powerful by consuming a strong person’s arm after creating precious Cloud Crystals from Cloud Soil."

Wen Yun stayed silent for a long time, and finally asked her question, "Martial Brother Zhu, do you read a lot of storybooks?"

Zhu Erchong was surprised, appearing calm on the outside but feeling anxious inside.

Martial Sister Wen wondered what this meant. Did she know about her and Martial Sister Mengran’s business of selling storybooks?

He sneakily glanced at Ye Shubai ahead and thought of the strange adjectives in the storybooks, like "eyes red, pressing the pretty girl against the wall" and "hoarse voice" and "tight around the waist"…

Zhu Erchong sensed danger like a wild animal and quickly shook his head, denying, "Storybooks? What storybooks? I never read storybooks!"

Wen Yun felt disappointed, "That’s a shame. Cloud Sea City is big, but I haven’t found any good storybooks. I was hoping you might have some."

The younger martial sister whispered, "Senior brother’s space bag indeed has numerous storybooks, even some colorful picture albums, but I dare not bring them out!"

Ye Shubai turned back to look at Zhu Erchong and Wen Yun talking happily behind him, and said coldly, "Meet me at dawn tomorrow to practice swordplay. I’ll be waiting at the peak."

Wen Yun was taken aback, "Me?"

"Him."

Zhu Erchong looked unhappy, thinking about having to get up before dawn tomorrow to observe the Cloud Beast’s thoughts, he no longer wanted to chat, he quickly bowed to Wen Yun, "Martial Sister Wen, I’m going back to rest."

He quickly said goodbye with Shen Xinghai, afraid that his strict ancestral master Ye Shubai would move the sword practice time one hour earlier again.

After the two of them left, only Ye Shubai and Wen Yun were left in the team heading towards The Tenth Peak.

He glanced sideways and saw Wen Yun looking at him, her face blushing slightly, afraid that her earlier thoughts were revealed, so he spoke first about the defense formation on the island, "Didn’t you say you wanted to set up a defensive formation on the island? I will help you prepare."

When it came to the topic of spatial formations, Wen Yun’s attention was immediately drawn to it. She analyzed the current situation, "According to Senior Su Yuan, Dongxuan Sect is very far from Cloud Sea World. Even with the help of magical treasures, ordinary Ascension Stage cultivators would take three to five years to arrive here without understanding spatial laws. Unless an Immortal powerhouse personally arrives by breaking through the void, it will be dangerous."

"But Dongxuan Sect only has three Immortal powerhouses, it’s impossible for all of them to come search for Shang Wuyang. After all, a large sect must leave people to guard it, so it’s very likely that Shang Wuyang’s master will come."

"When facing an Immortal powerhouse, there is still time to set up a spatial formation. We can’t delay any longer, we need to quickly plan the formation and act! We can’t relax our guard just because the enemy hasn’t arrived yet, we must be cautious!"

As she spoke, Wen Yun became excited and ready to face the enemy, while searching for paper and pen from her space bag, "I will draw a simulated formation now, Little Bai, can you help…"

Before she could finish, Ye Shubai naturally stepped forward to help Wen Yun draw the formation.

But it seemed like Wen Yun didn’t intend to finish that sentence.

She looked at Ye Shubai strangely, then shook her head and cleared her throat before saying, "…Can you help me grind ink?"

Wen Yun had originally wanted to ask Ye Shubai to help her draw the formation, but then she remembered how skilled he was at drawing. How could she describe it nicely? Even the chubby paws of a baby dragon could draw a circle properly, but Ye Shubai’s hands, once they started drawing, always ended up crooked and unsightly.

Even though she didn’t say it directly, clever as Ye Shubai was, how could he not sense Wen Yun’s disappointment?

Frowning, he was about to tell Wen Yun that he had actually put in a lot of effort to learn formations, and now he could help her.

Unfortunately, before Ye Shubai could speak, Wen Yun beside him suddenly exclaimed, "Little Bai, look, who is that!"

At the foot of The Tenth Peak covered in Cloud Grass, stood a slim figure dressed in a water green robe, with black hair neatly tied up with a white jade hairpin. Although not as stunning as Ye Shubai, he exuded a gentle and elegant aura.

He also spotted Wen Yun and Ye Shubai, his eyes lighting up as he quickly approached them.

Before they could react, the young man solemnly knelt down heavily.

Wen Yun was startled by this sudden action and instinctively reached out to help, "Why are you kneeling, get up!"

She only then remembered about Yu Qinghong.

Since the Phoenix tree had grown thanks to Ye Shubai’s life and death rule, it was time for Yu Qinghong, who had originally inhabited the Phoenix tree, to reshape his body, just like Ye Shubai did back then. However, the latter was obviously more pitiful, as he had no one to help him and had to rely solely on his own efforts. He also had the misfortune of having a young apprentice who loved to uproot trees, delaying the days of his body’s reshaping for who knows how many hundreds of years.

However, Yu Qinghong insisted on remaining kneeling, a deep sense of gratitude evident in his warm voice, "Thank you, two benefactors, Qing Hong is able to be reborn today!"

He had always been a courteous noble son of a prestigious family. Otherwise, he would not have been unlucky back then due to visiting senior acquaintances. Even now, after solemnly kowtowing, he only rose to his feet after following the rules, respectfully addressing Ye Shubai as "Elder Ye" once again.

Ye Shubai remained expressionless.

In terms of age and seniority, he was indeed Yu Qinghong’s old senior. In the past, he wouldn’t have thought anything of such a title, but ever since Wen Yun appeared by his side, he couldn’t understand why he was so concerned about age all of a sudden.

What was even more surprising was that after turning to Wen Yun, Yu Qinghong solemnly addressed her–

"Master."

Wen Yun was startled by this word, shaking all over. Her previous two spirits, one lazy and foolish magician, the other proud and aloof, always acted as if they were superior. Although both were good, neither had ever called her ‘master’ before!

Even though this had been her long-standing wish, when she heard it for real, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

Especially Ye Shubai beside her, for some reason, his eyes grew colder. While he usually practiced the laws of life and death, at that moment, it felt as if he was studying the laws of ice.

Wen Yun quickly corrected Yu Qinghong, "Although we do have a Master-Servant Contract, it was not intentional. I will release you immediately, and you don’t have to address me in that way. Just like the senior martial brothers, you can call me Martial Sister Wen."

Yu Qinghong looked uncertain, "Such kindness can only be repaid with my life. How can I not show respect to both of you…"

"No no no, you just came back to life, how can you talk about dying now?!" Wen Yun interrupted Yu Qinghong quickly, finally realizing his usefulness, she handed him the paper and pen in her hands, "I happen to need help with setting up arrays, it’s your job!"

Yu Qinghong naturally agreed obediently. Almost all the descendants of the Yu family were skilled in chess, calligraphy, painting, and poetry. They were also well-versed in various esoteric classics, so naturally, they had knowledge of arrays.

Once Wen Yun started working, she became extremely focused. She didn’t even go inside the house but set up her writing materials on the giant rock at the foot of the mountain. She lifted her pen and started to conceive the array.

"Actually, setting up the formation isn’t difficult. I’ve drawn the spatial teleportation formation many times before. Just follow the drawing. But first, we need to figure out the positions on the island and rearrange them according to the formation."

Yu Qinghong was very smart. After Wen Yun drew the spatial teleportation formation on paper and explained a few key points, he understood it. He started sketching the positions on the island on paper, his strokes were smooth and elegant, the lines he drew were beautiful.

Wen Yun pointed out a few places to him. Yu Qinghong listened quietly, then thanked her sincerely. He knelt on the ground, sometimes pondering the terrain of Cloud Island, sometimes thinking carefully about how to arrange such a large formation.

The two of them stood close together, their silhouettes looking very harmonious.

Ye Shubai suddenly felt his eyes getting dry. He wanted to look away, but his body remained still. He stubbornly kept watching the two silhouettes, feeling a myriad of indescribable discomfort in his heart.

Despite this, he didn’t step forward to stop them. Ye Shubai knew that Wen Yun was doing something important, so he didn’t want to disturb her. He could only stand silently on the side, waiting alone.

The Cloud Grass grew too thick and long. When the wind blew, it swayed randomly in his palm, making it hard for Ye Shubai to calm his heart.

He looked down at the Cloud Grass, then tucked his hand into his sleeve and clenched his fist.

However, at that moment, another hand quickly pulled his hand out from his sleeve and led him to the side.

Wen Yun whispered, "Little Qing is drawing a map of Cloud Island. Let’s not disturb him."

Ye Shubai was surprised and looked to the side, where he saw Yu Qinghong sitting on a stone bench, focused on drawing a map. He didn’t even notice when Wen Yun left.

"Aren’t you drawing with us?"

"Little Qing used to be a spirit and spent most of his days observing Cloud Island from the Phoenix tree. It’s best for him to do this task. And I just finished drawing a map… well, it’s not quite right." Wen Yun brushed off the drawing she did, then took Ye Shubai to a small courtyard on the mountaintop and reached out her hand to him, saying, "Come, give me the sword."

Ye Shubai looked troubled but obediently took out a nearly shattered sword hilt from his space bag and apologized, "I’m sorry, I couldn’t protect it well."

This was the first gift Wen Yun gave him, and also the first gift he had received from his own memory. It wasn’t something he had earned, but a gift given out of pure happiness for him. It was meticulously crafted by her for several days. Ye Shubai cherished this sword and he promised to clean off any stains or bloodstains from it, whether it was for defense or for harming someone.

However, now, the sword was just a hilt.

Wen Yun was surprised, saying, "You still kept it? It’s useless in this state."

Ye Shubai simply replied, "It’s a gift from you."

She blinked her eyes, feeling a bit happy and a bit embarrassed. "I want you to give me the Phoenix Tree Sword. It seemed like you used the power directly to carve it at the time, which didn’t look very delicate. I plan to slowly refine it for you and add some formations on it."

Just when Yu Qinghong was drawing a map, Ye Shubai quickly fixed the sword so that if someone from Dongxuan Sect tried to attack, their strength would be enhanced…

Ye Shubai completely ignored Wen Yun’s explanation. As soon as she spoke, he unhesitatingly handed over his sword to her to carve.

Wen Yun was earnestly carving the wooden sword in the courtyard, the warm twilight shining on her side face appeared particularly gentle. He stood beside her like this, forgetting to look at the sword, just staring at her face without blinking, as if the whole world had become peaceful, with only the rustling of the Cloud Grass swaying in the wind and the sound of heartbeat.

*

The next day, before dawn, the sword practice trio were already standing on the peak, having finished a round of sword practice.

Fortunately, although Ye Shubai was stern, he also knew the importance of not going overboard, so he let the two of them rest on the side.

"It seems like Ancestral Master Ye is smiling," Zhu Erchong whispered to Shen Xinghai.

Shen Xinghai also took a look, hesitatingly said, "You might be mistaken, earlier Ancestral Master Yue and the others all said that Ancestral Master Ye was born with a poker face and doesn’t smile."

Ye Shubai was very skilled and overheard the whispers of the two people.

He only held a simple wooden stick in his hand and casually pointed it at Zhu Erchong, saying, "Zhu Erchong, come here."

Zhu Erchong felt nervous and quickly explained, "Ancestral Master Ye, I didn’t speak ill of you behind your back…"

Ye Shubai didn’t mind his confession and took out an item from the space bag, saying softly, "This sword is for you. I have purified the killing aura and soul imprint on it with the laws of life and death. You can use it directly."

When Zhu Erchong held the sword, he knew it was extraordinary. The sword he had previously earned a good profit selling for spiritual jade couldn’t compare to the one in front of him.

Excitedly, he stammered, "This sword… where did it come from?"

Ye Shubai replied calmly, "I found it."

He wasn’t lying. It was indeed found. When Shang Wuyang lost his arm, Ye Shubai immediately used his power to put the sword in his space bag. After all, he was a thrifty sword cultivator who was good at making use of everything.

As for Shang Wuyang’s severed arm, sorry to say, it was even worse than trash.

Zhu Erchong was so touched that tears flowed down his cheeks. He said incoherent words to Ye, "My dear Martial Brother Ye, you told such a clumsy lie just to make me feel proud holding this precious treasure. I am truly moved…"

Ye Shubai ignored him and turned to Shen Xinghai, saying in a serious tone, "Since you are unable to craft the sword yourself, and according to the rules of the Qingliu Sword Sect, it should be crafted by an elder for you. Give me the Cloud Crystal, I will craft the sword for you."

Shen Xinghai was also excited. He had heard Bai Yushan boasting about Ye Shubai’s exceptional sword crafting skills back on The Tenth Peak. The swords made by the three of them were indeed rare treasures. His own master had always been neglectful towards him, showing little interest in his training, let alone in the laborious task of sword crafting.

He had been worried about his inability to craft a sword despite having the precious Cloud Crystal, but to his surprise, Ye Shubai volunteered to help him.

Although he was more stable than Zhu Erchong, he couldn’t help but wonder, "He seems to be in a good mood?"

Zhu Erchong enthusiastically nodded, holding onto the precious sword lovingly, and without looking up, he said, "Then I wish Ancestral Master Ye a good mood every day, and maybe another sword for me tomorrow!"

He was not subtle about wanting more swords!

"…" Ye Shubai felt like hitting someone. Why were the juniors of the Qingliu Sword Sect becoming more foolish?

Taking a deep breath, he calmly said, "Since you two are so happy, let’s practice swordsmanship for an additional two hours today to celebrate."

Zhu Erchong and Shen Xinghai’s smiles disappeared.

Luckily, the people coming to rescue them arrived.

After disappearing for a whole day, Immortal Su Yuan quickly flew towards the mountaintop and shouted loudly, "Disciples, gather quickly! Several groups of people are flying towards us!"