Chapter 121

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Chapter 121: Reunion Dinner

The sky was actually very beautiful, with different worlds of all sizes shining like bright stars, leaving all the new practitioners in awe.

Thanks to the Nebula Shuttle, there were many more people with Immortal Su Yuan this time.

Among them, there were the knife cultivator from the Jiang family and the formation cultivator from Blizzard Island. Jiang Si and Qian Lishen handed over their sects to the elders in their clans and rushed to the Upper Realm to seek a higher path. Even Wan Baocai, the chubby boy, was among them. No, in a blink of an eye, nearly a hundred years had passed, and Wan Baocai had become a chubby man.

"Wow, look at that huge ball of light!" exclaimed Bao Pilong, pointing excitedly at a pink light spot.

Wan Baocai quickly took out his abacus and said, "When I ascended, the ancestor gave me three million spiritual jade. I wonder if I can buy the right magic weapon."

Yue Xingzhou looked around and sighed, "So this is the world where immortals live, it’s beyond imagination."

Immortal Su Yuan glanced back at the clueless disciples, and the injuries Wen Yun and Ye Shubai suffered in succession were instantly healed.

He regained his confidence!

"You young folks who haven’t been through much, be careful when you get to the upper realm and don’t be so impatient and reckless."

"Thank you for your guidance, sir." Yue Xingzhou respectfully bowed to the old sword cultivator, but his eyes lingered for a moment when he stood up straight.

He looked ahead in shock, took a deep breath, and said, "Sir, what you said earlier is true. There are indeed many ascended beings in the upper realm. Is that person in front of us an ascended immortal?"

Immortal Su Yuan also looked over and was shocked to recognize the cyan shirt on the person – it was the attire of a elder from the Dongxuan Sect!

Are these people here to ambush me again?

He quietly gripped the handle of his sword, feeling determined to fight the other person to the death.

However, the newcomer didn’t even glance at Immortal Su Yuan, and simply walked past the group of people.

The person had a pale face, downcast eyes, and held a thick stack of papers. They looked lost and didn’t even look in their direction.

With sharp eyes, Wan Baocai softly exclaimed, "Why does it look like he’s holding a stack of bills?"

Immortal Su Yuan was a bit puzzled, but he was glad that the Dongxuan sword cultivator didn’t come to cause any trouble since he was with his disciples.

He calmed everyone down by saying, "Alright, alright, we’re almost at Cloud Sea World, so get ready!"

The discussion among the practitioners suddenly stopped, some drew their swords while others raised their knives. Second Master Brother Xu Wanfeng from The Tenth Peak quickly took out a mirror from his space bag.

Standing beside them, Elder Ziyun casually asked, "Is Martial Uncle preparing to welcome the immortal ladies from the upper realm?"

Xu Wanfeng’s expression froze for a moment, then he put on a gentle and helpless smile, "How could that be? It’s just that the elders mentioned that Cloud Sea City is the most bustling city in all realms. I’m worried I won’t do it justice and embarrass our Qingliu Sword Sect."

Mengran, standing in the corner, glanced strangely at her master and Xu Wanfeng, then quietly decided on a title for her new book— "Destined Disaster: Charming Martial Uncle, You Can’t Escape!"

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Immortal Su Yuan descended with his group of disciples in Cloud Sea City.

But when they landed on Cloud Island and the initial excitement of arriving in this new world subsided, the disciples realized something was not right.

Wan Baocai scratched his head and spoke first, "Huh? Senior Su Yuan, didn’t you say that Cloud Sea City is a first-class treasure trove in the world? Even if you throw a stone casually, it would hit houses that are exceptionally magnificent and exquisite, and the people hit by it would be wealthier than my Wan family? Why does it look so… shabby?"

To say it looks shabby is actually putting it mildly. In reality, this place doesn’t even look as good as the Wan family’s outhouse.

Even more than ten sword cultivators from the Qingliu Sword Sect couldn’t help but nod without giving face to their ancestors.

All they were stepping on was a small desolate piece of Cloud Island, which was nothing but a desolate ruin. There were no luxurious high-rise buildings adorned with gold and jade, nor were there any powerful immortals that Immortal Su Yuan had described, who could easily crush them with a flick of a finger. Even the plants on the island were withered, devoid of any signs of life.

The stark difference between what Immortal Su Yuan had described about Cloud Sea City and what they were seeing now was immense.

"Could it be that we’ve come to the wrong place?"

Even Immortal Su Yuan was startled, as he walked around and finally saw the collapsed Cloud Island, with only a small portion of it left standing. He took a sharp breath in surprise.

He hadn’t made a mistake; this was Cloud Sea Tower, the tiny Cloud Island that once housed millions of wandering cultivators in the past as Cloud Sea City!

"It looks like something really serious has happened!"

Immortal Su Yuan’s mind was in chaos, remembering the Dongxuan sword cultivator he had encountered in the void earlier, leading to a dreadful guess in his mind.

Could it be that the three powerful immortals from the Dongxuan Sect joined forces for Shang Wuyang’s sake and destroyed the entire Cloud Sea City?

Aren’t Little Yun girl and the other four in danger too?!

Darn it!

Immortal Su Yuan couldn’t care less about acting calm and composed in front of these juniors, hurriedly activating the Nebula Shuttle and taking this group of grandchildren with him, swiftly flying towards his Cloud Island!

This time, Immortal Su Yuan recklessly pushed forward with his power, combined with the speed boost from the Nebula Shuttle, they arrived at Cloud Island in the blink of an eye.

Upon seeing a large group of unfamiliar faces suddenly appearing on Cloud Island, along with formations of silver-armored guards, Immortal Su Yuan’s expression became extremely unpleasant.

It seems like all his four foolish disciples are truly gone!

Otherwise, how could these people dare to take over the Cloud Island of their Qingliu Sword Sect!

Just as Immortal Su Yuan was full of killing intent, with red eyes preparing to draw his sword, Haqi, who was around Cloud Island, spotted this new group of people.

Although not familiar with the young people behind, Haqi had been working in Cloud Sea City for so long, so he of course knew Immortal Su Yuan, and knew that he was Wen Yun’s senior disciple.

Staying in someone else’s house on Cloud Island, of course you should be polite to the elders of the house.

So, Haqi walked up and warmly greeted, "Hello, senior!"

Immortal Su Yuan was surprised by this sudden warmth. Who doesn’t know that the Silver Armored Guards are the most aloof, they can’t even speak a whole sentence except when asking for compensation?

His sword-drawing movement paused, looking cautiously at Haqi.

Haqi didn’t notice anything wrong. His attitude was respectful, and he even shouted towards the people densely packed behind, "Make room quickly, Island Master Yun’s senior disciples have returned!"

Then, the originally crowded crowd quickly made way for a wide passage, everyone looking at Immortal Su Yuan and his group with friendly eyes.

When the latter passed by, he heard many strange noises-

"Friend, could you please talk to Island Master Yun and ask her to rent us the tallest building for Cloud Sea Pavilion?"

"Nonsense, we at Wanhua Building have set our eyes on that place long ago, you guys can’t steal it!"

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Isn’t Cloud Sea Pavilion and Wanhua Building the most high-class restaurants in all of Cloud Sea World?

What, are they both opening branches on our Cloud Island?

As this scene unfolded before the young cultivators newly arrived in Cloud Sea World, it became particularly shocking.

Despite their low cultivation, they could still sense that many people here had a profound aura similar to Immortal Su Yuan, probably powerful experts at the Ascension Stage.

Yet now, these immortals were all trying to make friends with Immortal Su Yuan?

It turns out when he talked about his adventures in the upper realm before, he wasn’t lying!

Immortal Su Yuan felt nervous being stared at intensely from front and back.

He sensed something was off.

Only those permitted could enter the area of Qingliu Sword Sect on Cloud Island.

After shaking off the voices demanding discounts on rent, Immortal Su Yuan hurriedly flew to The Tenth Peak without paying attention to the group behind him, finally relieved to see the children safe and sound.

He quickly asked, "What’s happening outside?"

Upon closer inspection, Ye Shubai’s face was extremely pale and his breath seemed shallow.

The old sword cultivator exclaimed, "Little Bai is injured, could it be that Dongxuan Sect is causing trouble for you all!"

Realizing the misunderstanding, Wen Yun quickly explained all that had happened these days to Immortal Su Yuan.

Then he looked at Ye Shubai and explained on his behalf, "As for Little Bai, he is not injured, he has been taking care of Cloud Beast these few days."

"Taking care of Cloud Beast?" Immortal Su Yuan was shocked. "Didn’t you say earlier that they were all killed by Shang Wuyang’s Law of Death?"

"We cannot save those who have died, but Wen Yun managed to freeze the Cloud Beasts that were going crazy at that time, saving their lives. After I absorb the remaining Law of Death from the Cloud Beasts, they can recover completely." Ye Shubai looked at Wen Yun with a gentle gaze, feeling proud and relieved.

Wen Yun also smiled, "Thanks to Little Bai’s help, the Cloud Beasts are now back in the deep clouds. I believe that the cultivators of Cloud Sea World and the Cloud Beasts can now live peacefully in the future."

Immortal Su Yuan felt like his eyesight was failing him, as he couldn’t understand why he felt that in just over a month’s time, these two had become so close again.

He wasn’t the only one thinking this way. The other cultivators from the immortal realm who were following slowly behind also had the same feeling.

After not seeing each other for decades, Ye Shubai was still as cold as snow, and Wen Yun remained kind and lovely.

Before, the two of them would pretend in front of others, acting like master and disciple, but now they didn’t even bother pretending.

While pouring tea, Ye Shubai purposely brewed another pot of fruit tea for Wen Yun; and as Wen Yun chatted with them, she casually draped a cloak over Ye Shubai, pretending, "He’s been feeling weak and sensitive to the cold these days."

Scared of the cold? You mean someone who has faced thunderstorms at the Ascension Stage would be scared of the cold?

And why has Ye Shubai been weak these past few days, can you explain that clearly?

It was clear to everyone that these two were not proper master and disciple, but others pretended not to see it. Only the honorable Elder Martial Brother looked shocked and disbelieving.

He widened his eyes and looked at his two junior brothers, his voice trembling, "So what you said was true! Our master really wanted to mistreat the younger martial sister!"

"…Senior brother, you were the one who said that when you were drunk years ago," Xu Wanfeng shook his head helplessly, while Bai Yushan nodded honestly beside him.

"And after all these years, not one child has been born. Maybe our master really can’t do it." Xu Wanfeng deliberately lowered his voice as he said this.

At that moment, Zhu Erchong and Shen Xinghai stopped their work of settling refugees in the city when they heard that Immortal Su Yuan and the others had returned, and they rushed over like flying.

By chance, Zhu Erchong happened to stand right behind them.

The loudest voice of the Qingliu Sword Sect immediately took up the conversation, asking in confusion, "What? Your master can’t do it? Can’t do what?"

Three disciples, "…"

Ye Shubai, "…"

Zhu Erchong, can you please be quiet?

Everyone had not seen each other for decades, and finally reuniting was a joyous occasion. Following the old tradition, they all gathered to eat and drink to celebrate.

Then, various specialties from Cloud Sea World were brought up to the mountain, and each person also took out hometown snacks brought from the cultivation world from their space bags. Even Bao Pilong had two rare roosters brought over.

At this moment, the group of cultivators in a foreign land sat on the peak, disregarding their seniority and cultivation level, and not caring about their sects. Each held the fine wines brought by Mengran and shared stories of the past few decades.

"That girl Liu Luoyin has also reached the Nascent Soul Stage. She said there are still many disciples in the sect, so she stayed behind to guard them, that’s why she didn’t come." Immortal Su Yuan looked at Ye Shubai and whispered, "So I sent the Sect Leader Token that you entrusted me to give to her out to her."

Pausing for a moment, Immortal Su Yuan couldn’t help but hesitate, "If the entire Qingliu Sword Sect came to Cloud Sea World, would you really give up the position of sect leader?"

The campfire reflected on Ye Shubai’s clear and handsome profile, making his long eyelashes look especially beautiful.

He said coldly, "The sect does not belong to any one sect leader, but to all disciples."

Ye Shubai glanced over, looking at the lively group of cultivators not far away, his dark eyes seemingly lit up by the fire, with stars twinkling.

The three disciples of The Tenth Peak have all reached the Transmigration Stage now, and indeed they have outstanding talent. They comprehended the Source Power on their own in the lower realm. It is believed that after cultivating in the Cloud Sea World for several decades or even centuries, they will be able to ascend.

As for Zhu Erchong and Shen Xinghai, who have arrived in the upper realm but have not reached the Nascent Soul stage yet, they were mercilessly mocked by their old friends, until one of them pulled out a peerless sword and ambiguously said that it was created by Ye Shubai.

Those three disciples wept with red eyes holding wine jars.

Bai Yushan, who is the most clingy to his master, looked hopeless, as if asking, "Master, do you not care about me anymore?"

Wan Baocai squatted on the ground, holding a shiny gemstone to entice a small fire dragon, hoping to get it to give up the last piece of Cloud Sea Soft Cake.

Jiang Si got drunk and had already taken off his clothes. He danced with a light-hearted tune played by Yu Qinghong by the bonfire.

Qian Lishen rolled his eyes, sneaking a glance at Ye Shubai, feeling a hint of sourness in his heart. He could only tilt his head back and finish his drink.

Mengran was at the edge of the crowd, quietly drawing with a pen without knowing what to draw, probably because she had been practicing drawing for decades.

From the battle at Cloud Sea Tower, to Ye Shubai’s ascension, from Young Master Qing Hong’s resurrection, to Shang Wuyang’s fall, those thrilling and moving deeds recounted by Zhu Erchong seemed like stories from a book.

Everyone was laughing.

The girl surrounded by the crowd in the middle also laughed brightly like the morning sun.

She seemed to notice something, looked up at Ye Shubai, waved at him, and felt it was not enough. Amid the bold cheers of the drunk crowd, blushing, she stood up and hurried towards Ye Shubai.

"Why are you standing so far away?" Wen Yun always loved the wine brewed by Martial Sister Mengran, always drinking too much. This time was no exception. Her eyes were watery, and her voice became sweeter.

She pulled on Ye Shubai’s sleeve, looked up at him, and smiled sweetly, "I called you three times, and you didn’t come over."

She was babbling, clearly only having called him that one time just now. Ye Shubai had been looking at her all along, so he could not have remembered wrong.

Nevertheless, he kindly replied, "It’s my bad."

Wen Yun’s mouth curled up proudly, and she happily dragged Ye Shubai over, saying, "They are all talking about your promotion, go over and talk to them."

Before Ye Shubai could react, Wen Yun had already led him to sit right in the middle of the gathering.

Beside them, Zhu Erchong, who was usually very proper, had forgotten his manners. He grabbed a roasted crane, nibbling on it while saying incoherently, "Our Martial Brother Ye really scared the people from Cloud Sea World. The old man standing next to me had his eyes wide open the whole time!"

Bai Yushan became furious, saying, "Show some respect and call him ‘ancestral master’!"

However, no one paid him any attention, not even Shen Xinghai, who had finished half a jar of wine and was now drifting off. He said, "When Martial Brother Ye defeated Shang Wuyang, it was even more shocking. It reminded me of a poem: ‘Follow the swift wind ahead, with a trail of shooting stars behind!’"

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Someone handed Ye Shubai a cup of wine.

The usually aloof white-clad sword cultivator paused for a moment, his gaze unconsciously softening. He brought the cup to his lips, taking a small sip.

The rich scent of the wine carried a hint of floral fragrance, inexplicably making people feel a bit intoxicated.

By his ear, he heard his old friends chatting loudly. He joined them without any awkwardness, fitting in naturally.

Ye Shubai looked down with furrowed brows at Wen Yun, who had drunk too much but wasn’t drunk. She leaned against him unsteadily, her eyes shining brightly as she held onto his hand tightly, as if afraid he would run away.

Yes, if it were the old him, he would have avoided such occasions long ago.

He was never familiar with crowds or friends. In the vast world, it seemed like his only belonging was that lonely little courtyard.

If it weren’t for Wen Yun…

He might have turned into a different person, maybe another Shang Wuyang.

Without his own emotions, he didn’t know happiness or sadness, always appearing emotionless and uninterested.

Ye Shubai wasn’t a saint. During the five hundred years of betrayal and being forgotten by the world, he harbored many dark emotions. He almost went down the same path as Shang Wuyang, considering wiping out the world of cultivation that betrayed him, out of pain and despair.

But then, she appeared.

She held his hand tightly in Dark Heaven Secret Realm, introducing him to a group of close friends; she also held his hand when dealing with enemies, protecting him from negative thoughts about the past in Demon Realm, Cloud Sea World, and everywhere else, never letting go of his hand just like she chose to stay in his memory world to accompany him.

Slowly but surely, she led him into the bright and warm firelight.

Ye Shubai remained the peaceful sword cultivator, never becoming Shang Wuyang.

He gently and firmly placed his hand on Wen Yun’s backhand.