Chapter 12

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Chapter 12: Sword Intent Transformation

The wand spirits Wen Yun had seen before were all exotic beasts, so it was the first time she had seen one in human form.

However, upon recalling that all the sword spirits mentioned by the outer disciples were without exception stunningly beautiful women, she suddenly understood.

It seemed that the spirits in the cultivation world were all in human form.

So, even before the man spoke, Wen Yun quickly realized and looked down at him, saying, "I am your master, Wen Yun."

"…"

Ye Shubai fell into a long silence, his eyes calmly watching the girl in front of him, showing no emotions.

In his bright but short life, many people had knelt before him, he was like the blazing sun in the sky, intimidating and powerful.

Yet this girl before him claimed to be his…

Master?

What was most frightening was that Wen Yun had seen too many wand spirits, they all looked emotionless and not very intelligent, so she was certain this was a spirit born from the Phoenix tree.

Experience can be deadly.

Newly born wand spirits had intelligence similar to toddlers, so Wen Yun patiently encouraged him, saying, "You will surely become a good wand spirit."

Wand spirit?

Ye Shubai’s gaze remained calm and unaffected, as he calmly stated, "I am not a wand spirit."

Wen Yun is cold to strangers, but warm and even indulgent to her own people.

So she calmly accepted the rebuttal, correcting herself, "Okay, you’re not."

I know, you guys in the cultivation world call it a Sword Spirit.

The Spirit, after its birth, is not loyal to the master but needs to develop understanding and emotions.

When Wen Yun’s Wand Spirit of the Dragon Bone Wand was first born, it was a rebellious dragon. It took her more than ten years to fully tame it.

The first step to tame a Spirit is to make it familiar with one’s own aura.

So she reached out her hand and gently touched the Sword Spirit’s head.

"Don’t be afraid, I will take good care of you."

However, in the next moment, her wrist was held, his body temperature slightly lower than normal, with icy palms.

After stopping her impolite actions, he stood up and then Wen Yun noticed that the Sword Spirit was particularly tall, she had to look up to meet his gaze.

Ye Shubai quietly looked at her, he was not talkative, so he didn’t explain much.

As for the incomprehensible words she said, he didn’t feel any curiosity to investigate.

He casually made a promise, "You saved me once, so I will protect you for life."

This is a promise that can drive people crazy.

Nobody could get past Ye Shubai’s sword to harm the ones he wanted to protect, just like how he wanted to protect the world back then and actually did it.

However, Wen Yun’s expression was a bit strange.

After thinking for a moment, Wen Yun corrected seriously, "It’s twice."

"Saving you in the snow counts as one, and later on the mountain, your real body was pulled out by my Elder Martial Brother. If I hadn’t picked you up and planted you, you would have been lost again."

Ye Shubai stayed silent for a while, then nodded slightly, showing he agreed with the statement.

"Okay."

When the previous wand spirit first came out, it almost bit Wen Yun, but this sword spirit turned out to be very docile and obedient, which made her very happy.

However, her sword spirit looks a bit miserable, with the bloodstains on its clothes still the same as when they were in the snow.

Perhaps it’s because the Phoenix tree is so precious and he has been hunted and attacked since he was born, leading to his many wounds.

Wen Yun looked at him sympathetically and said, "Since you have followed me, I will take responsibility for you. Come here, let me heal your injuries."

Ye Shubai, "No…"

Nevertheless, Wen Yun casually cast a light healing magic on him.

The path of a sword cultivator is the path of killing.

They have always been straightforward and ruthless, even powerful Transmigration Stage experts rarely have the ability to heal people like this.

A faint light shone on Ye Shubai, like a warm morning glow, making him extremely comfortable. The cold prickling pain from the hundreds of years old wounds on his body even briefly disappeared.

Due to this extreme pleasure, his fingertips trembled slightly.

The refusal he had planned to say out loud was swallowed back.

However, in the next moment, a warm and soft hand lovingly touched his head, this time even giving it a pat.

Ye Shubai quickly held her hand, his tone still cold, "Do not overstep."

"…"

Wen Yun calmly withdrew her hand.

Alright, this sword spirit is indeed different, other spirits really enjoy being patted on the head by their masters.

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The sword spirit was very aloof, not respectful enough to its master. After enjoying light magic, it disappeared without a word.

However, Wen Yun, whose head had been bitten by the dragon spirit for over ten years, had developed extremely strong patience. As a good master, she still threw a light magic onto the Phoenix tree before going out the next day.

Unfortunately, that spirit did not come out again.

Today’s internal door competition is different from before because most of the competitors have already been eliminated.

When Wen Yun came, many people consciously made way for her.

After revealing her amazing strength yesterday, whether they admired her or not, most disciples’ attitudes towards her became much milder.

That’s how it is in the cultivation world – whoever has the faster sword receives respect.

Many people even took the initiative to greet her, "Martial Sister Wen, hello."

"Today, Martial Sister Wen is going to challenge which top direct disciple?"

Wen Yun nodded in response and then squinted at a distance, where nine tall platforms had been erected at some point.

Seeing Wen Yun looking, an elder martial sister next to her explained, "The rules are different today. The direct disciple will be the defender, and ordinary disciples have one chance to attack. The loser will be directly defeated. By sunset, those standing on the nine platforms will qualify for the Swordsmanship Contest."

Another junior martial brother nearby shook his head, "Don’t dream. Trying to seize an opportunity from the direct disciple is like trying to reach the sky. They have received the best resources since they entered the sect. How can we compare with them?"

"To put it simply, this is just a big competition between the peaks to measure each other’s abilities. We ordinary disciples can just watch."

The elder martial sister countered, "But didn’t Martial Sister Wen defeat Martial Brother Lu with just one move yesterday?"

The people who were enthusiastically discussing all looked at Wen Yun silently and whispered softly to themselves–

"But Martial Sister Wen is not a normal person."

How could a normal person effortlessly send someone from the Golden Core Stage flying without any cultivation?

She is weird! We shouldn’t bring weird things into our discussion!

Wen Yun, "…"

Just then, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd ahead.

After Wen Yun defeated Lu Qiansui yesterday, he seemed to retreat into himself and didn’t show up again. So, another disciple at the Foundation Establishment Stage is guarding The Third Peak today.

However, at this moment, someone suddenly tumbled off the stage of The Third Peak.

People below exclaimed, "Someone has successfully challenged the stage!"

As expected, the person who fell was the direct disciple of The Third Peak. He glared angrily at the person above, then turned and left in frustration.

Wen Yun took a closer look and recognized the person above.

The other person noticed her gaze, gestured at her, then sat down cross-legged to restore spiritual power.

Remembered now, the young boy who gave her the armor that day was Shen Xinghai.

"For the next half an hour, you cannot challenge The Third Peak again."

"But I saw that senior brother wearing the same disciple uniform, and since he can do it, why can’t I?"

Shen Xinghai, like that direct disciple, is also in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. He fought hard to win, so he is different from Wen Yun. He can inspire people’s fighting spirit.

Wen Yun saw several people starting to fly towards the high platform. She squinted her eyes and looked at the platform of The First Peak.

There was a woman in a red dress standing on top, followed by a group of maids, but it was not Xie Mian.

"What a pity." Wen Yun whispered.

She lost interest, but the other person noticed her.

Liu Luoyin squinted, "Is she Wen Yun?"

She had a very beautiful face, dressed simply without any decorations, yet stood out in the crowd.

She looked at Wen Yun and loudly asked, "Did you attack Martial Brother Lu yesterday?"

Wen Yun ignored her.

However, Liu Luoyin controlled a flying sword to block Wen Yun’s path, standing proudly on the platform, saying, "Stop, I am asking you a question."

The First Peak and The Third Peak have always been friendly, and when they saw Liu Luoyin standing up for them, someone immediately supported her.

Ming Yuan wanted to join in shouting in the crowd, but as she was about to speak, she noticed a man with peach blossom eyes standing next to her.

Xu Wanfeng chuckled and asked her, "Round face, what do you want to say?"

She wisely kept quiet.

"Martial Sister Liu, it must be her who used magic weapons to attack Martial Brother Lu!"

"She, a powerless mortal, how could she defeat Martial Brother Lu!"

Wen Yun chuckled, saying, "Instead of asking me why I’m powerful, why don’t you ask your Martial Brother Lu why he’s so weak?"

Liu Luoyin’s face darkened, saying, "Don’t show off your eloquence here!"

Wen Yun calmly replied, "First to provoke is despicable."

Liu Luoyin angrily challenged, "Do you dare to fight me on stage?"

Wen Yun hesitated a bit, staying still in place.

The stage was a bit high, she couldn’t use her Floating Skill in front of so many people, but climbing up would be embarrassing.

Just then, a sword flew to Wen Yun’s feet, she looked closely and realized it was not Third Martial Brother’s wife… I mean, a giant sword.

Strange, wasn’t he supposed to go mining today? Why did he come to see her?

Wen Yun looked back but didn’t see Bai Yushan, so she gave up and climbed up the high platform with a giant sword.

The spirit stones around emitted light, separating the two people inside to prevent bystanders from getting hurt by the sword energy.

Liu Luoyin lifted her chin slightly and looked at her, making Wen Yun very uncomfortable.

She seemed a little surprised, "You dare to come up here."

"…"

Wen Yun thought this person was crazy. Just now, he begged her to come up, and now that she did, he was acting strange.

She held a fire hemlock wand and succinctly said, "The Tenth Peak, Wen Yun."

Liu Luoyin also restrained the disdain on her face, swiftly drawing her sword, saying, "The First Peak’s senior martial sister, Liu Luoyin!"

Not far away on the peak of The First Peak, a middle-aged man and two elderly men sat on the ground, drinking tea and watching the two people’s battle below.

Elder Ouyang smiled and shook his head, "Wen Yun is truly a talented young person. I am thinking of taking her as a disciple."

Eastern Dongfang nodded, "Though her cultivation level has fallen, I sense profound meaning in her swordsmanship. Zhenxu, what do you think?"

Liu Zhengxu chuckled and stroked his beard, "This girl seems to have a special encounter. Perhaps she has met a worthy opponent today."

"That’s not necessarily the case. Yesterday, Qiansui was just careless. As for Zhenxu, although she seems impulsive, she is actually meticulous. She has been practicing The First Peak’s Clear Cloud Sword Technique since she was young. Even though she has not reached Core Formation yet, her strength is not inferior to Qiansui’s. She won’t embarrass you today."

As the three of them were smiling and looking down at the stage, their expressions suddenly changed.

"What is this?!"

Everyone stared in astonishment at the stage.

The sword in Liu Luoyin’s hand was surrounded by a half-real, half-illusory red flame. Each strike of the sword was fierce and terrifying, even more powerful than Lu Qiansui at the Golden Core Stage!

"Controlling sword energy before Core Formation!"

"Truly worthy of being The First Peak’s senior sister!"

Shen Xinghai, sitting cross-legged on the third platform, opened his eyes and looked worriedly at the situation over there.

Martial Sister Wen is in trouble…

Wen Yun’s face was calm as water, her lips moving quickly as she silently recited one spell after another.

Liu Luoyin’s sword technique was too fast and agile, combined with her spirit energy boost, Wen Yun couldn’t even target her with a knockback spell.

Quickly casting an agility spell on herself, Wen Yun barely kept up with her opponent’s movements, constantly dodging.

Liu Luoyin sneered, "What are you hiding from? Aren’t you a master of swordsmanship? Why not dare to face me head-on?"

Wen Yun replied, "Only a fool would challenge your sword with a wooden magic wand!"

Liu Luoyin leaped into the air, holding her sword with both hands in a beautiful posture as she slashed down from the sky, the sword tip emanating a scorching flame!

It’s right now!

Without hesitation, Wen Yun also held the wand tightly with both hands and calmly recited the most familiar spell –

"Fireball!"

A huge fireball shot out from the top of the fire hemlock wand, heading straight towards another burst of fire in mid-air!

The temperature at the event site rose significantly, everyone watched in shock as the fire burst open, and still standing proudly on the platform… a white figure.

The three at the peak remained silent for a long time, not even noticing when a tea cup was overturned.

Liu Zhengxu murmured, "That’s not sword energy, that’s the legendary…"

"Sword Intent Transformation!"

The author has something to say: Wen Yun: If you don’t know, please don’t pretend to understand.