Chapter 135

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Chapter 135: Words From Dream Immortal

Cloud Sea World, White Cloud City.

Every place in Cloud Sea World looked similar, with misty clouds creating a hazy scene. Especially when on Cloud Island, the changes in space were imperceptible.

They saw a flash of light, and then Ye Shubai and Wen Yun, who had flown to the city gate, disappeared. As for the old man who had just landed and hadn’t spoken yet, no one noticed him.

The only ones who noticed something was amiss were a few sword cultivators from Qingliu Sword Sect who also knew how to use teleportation arrays.

Three days passed without any news from Wen Yun and Ye Shubai, and their whereabouts could not be found. The sword cultivators who had been mingling in White Cloud City were now gathered at the mountain gate.

"The little Yun girl once said, in not very dangerous times, she would never use the teleportation array, because it costs millions of Origin Crystals each time she uses it, which makes her sad."

Immortal Su Yuan solemnly accepted the message talisman, his face so serious it almost turned into ice, "But this time she activated the array, probably because she encountered a very difficult enemy outside the city, the kind that only powerful immortals can handle, so… that person must be the Supreme Immortal Shangxuan here to avenge Shang Wuyang!"

It must be said that experience counts for something, even though Immortal Su Yuan usually seems unreliable, once he got serious, he instantly analyzed the situation at hand.

Shen Xinghai stared blankly at his ring, he had just seen Wen Yun and Ye Shubai hurriedly flying over the city and sensed that something was wrong. He wanted to throw his protective ring to Wen Yun, but he was a step too late.

"Senior Su Yuan, they must be in big trouble, let’s go support them quickly!"

However, Immortal Su Yuan sighed, full of sorrow, "Little Yun girl hurriedly sent me a message just now, only two words."

The gathered sword cultivators felt a sinking feeling in their hearts, "What two words?!"

"She said… dead!"

Dead?

According to Wen Yun’s message, the one who died is… Ye Shubai?

"Bang!"

The large sword in Bai Yushan’s hands slipped weakly to the ground, he looked soulless, and he struggled to hold onto his two senior brothers’ arms to prevent himself from falling.

However, the other two were not in a much better condition, the composed Yue Xingzhou blacked out for a moment, almost fainting, and the usually cheerful Xu Wanfeng stood still in a daze, taking a long time to regain his senses.

"It’s impossible… how could master possibly be dead?!"

"You’re lying! Master could never have passed away!"

The three of them collapsed on the ground, crying hoarsely with red eyes, and others couldn’t help but join in the tears.

It was late at night, looking down from the mountain gate, the lights of White Cloud City could be faintly seen, while the mountain was dark and quiet, giving a chilling feeling, especially with the white clothes of the sword cultivators – so desolate, isn’t it?

"Little Bai died so tragically…"

"I am going to kill the old thief Shangxuan, to avenge Martial Brother Ye!"

Ye Shubai and Wen Yun just stepped out from a gap in space and witnessed this scene of mourning.

He looked around at the disciples crying and saw that everyone was crying, even the old sword cultivator Immortal Su Yuan had a red nose from crying.

At the same time, everyone stared at Ye Shubai as if they had seen a ghost appear out of nowhere.

Finally, Bai Yushan was the first to realize, he crawled over using both hands and feet, hugged his master’s legs, and exclaimed joyfully, "Master, you’re not dead after all!"

Ye Shubai stayed silent for a moment, looked at his tearful disciples, and said calmly, "There’s no need to mourn for me so quickly."

Immortal Su Yuan was stunned, holding a Message Jade Slip and glaring at Wen Yun, "I thought you said he was dead?"

Wen Yun hesitated, touched her nose, and said, "Perhaps the distance we traveled through the teleportation was too far, so the information on the Message Jade Slip didn’t fully transmit."

"So, who actually died?!"

Faced with Immortal Su Yuan’s questioning, Ye Shubai briefly explained what happened.

In his casual words, killing a Supreme Immortal seemed as simple as slaughtering a pig.

The expressions of the cultivators from Qingliu Sword Sect gradually twisted, followed by a flood of detailed questions.

However, if one were to delve into details, it might take even three barbecues to finish.

Ye Shubai glanced at Wen Yun, pursed his lips, coldly saying, "She’s tired, we’ll talk later," as he led Wen Yun towards The Tenth Peak.

He didn’t forget that Wen Yun was waiting for an explanation earlier.

Wen Yun always wore a slightly meaningful smile on her face, until they reached a secluded courtyard at the peak, where she calmly raised her hand towards Ye Shubai.

"Please, begin your defense."

Defense?

Ye Shubai’s face showed a faint smile of resignation as he softly said, "How could I argue with you?"

He earnestly explained the situation, "Just like how there won’t be two of you at the same time, of course, there won’t be two fragments of the jade nascent soul at the same time either. So, at the moment you re-entered the cultivation world, the fragment of jade nascent soul that was originally in you also merged back into my body."

The long memories felt like a dream, slowly returning to Ye Shubai’s mind during his five-hundred-year slumber in the Phoenix tree.

Those memories from past lives also became clearer bit by bit.

Ye Shubai had once wondered if it was all a dream until the day the girl reached out her hand to him.

In that instant, Ye Shubai’s heart felt a fierce impact, a dull ache spreading throughout his body. Even though he was usually calm, he almost lost control.

But Shangxuan was watching him.

A slight change could lead to a completely different future.

Wen Yun understood this, and naturally, Ye Shubai did too.

Wen Yun looked up at Ye Shubai in the dark night, listening to his deep explanation.

She knew it was the best plan, working together to set up the trap and successfully defeat Shangxuan. Her earlier anger was just pretend, teasing Ye Shubai.

"Well, it’s nice to go over our past again, I didn’t realize you were jealous nearly a thousand times before, and that you…"

Before the girl could finish her last sentence, a cold embrace with a scent of white plum quietly descended.

A soft sigh came from above.

Ye Shubai whispered in Wen Yun’s ear, "More than just jealousy?"

Only he knew that beneath the calm facade, there was a strong impulse hidden.

Just the thought of the girl who had traveled through time and waited endlessly for him made his heart burn hotter and hotter.

Wen Yun’s heart was beating fast, the warmth in her ear making her stutter.

"What else is there besides being jealous?"

"There are many… emotions that are hard to control."

For some reason, Ye Shubai’s once cold voice became particularly hoarse.

The last four words slipped out of his lips, making Wen Yun blush instantly. She felt that something was not quite right about the person next to her.

Especially when his lips were so close to her ear, brushing past her cheek, this action was extremely inappropriate, she really didn’t know where this person learned it from.

Ye Shubai’s breathing was somewhat erratic.

At this moment, he was thinking about something important.

Over the past century, during the days when Wen Yun avoided Ye Shubai, the latter not only silently practiced the rules of life and death, but also did not neglect another lesson.

He watched Wen Yun’s favorite dark master series… no, he studied it.

Following the book’s instructions, he should now push Wen Yun against the wall, grab her chin forcefully, and give her a "bloody yet bold kiss".

But will it hurt, the bloody kiss?

Will she feel he’s being rude, the bold move?

Ye Shubai’s thick eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, casting moving shadows on his eyelids. He looked down at Wen Yun, who happened to be looking up at him.

Her dark, shiny eyes were filled with misty tears, her cheeks glowing with amazing beauty, and her lips bearing a faint mark from nervous biting.

Ye Shubai’s gaze faltered, he quickly turned his head, his ears burning red as if they could bleed.

A genius like him, who could master the Qingliu Sword Sect’s most challenging sword technique in just one day, yet couldn’t understand the content of those few lines after a hundred years!

Just then, the girl in his arms moved, tilting her head to press her ear against his chest, "Hmm? Your heart is beating so fast, are you hurt?"

The girl’s sweet breath suddenly became more noticeable.

With his understanding of Wen Yun, of course he knew…

She did it on purpose.

Ye Shubai closed his eyes, but instinct overcame restraint in the end.

He gently held her face, blushing like a young teenager, yet resolutely moving closer to her rosy lips…

"No! I still want to know how they defeated Shangxuan!"

"They just finished a big battle, please don’t disturb them…"

Suddenly, a noise erupted from outside the courtyard, familiar loud voices indicating the identity of the visitors.

The arrival of these uninvited guests made Ye Shubai’s previously red face almost instantly turn black.

However, just as they were about to enter, Wen Yun waved her hand, leaving the people who had just climbed to the mountaintop dumbfounded—

"Huh? Just saw Ancestral Master Ye’s back, where did he go? Why are there no lights on in the room? Does even someone who ascended need to sleep?"

"They just had a big battle and need rest, come on, let’s go downstairs quickly and not wake them up!"

…

Listening to the fading sounds outside, Wen Yun inside couldn’t help but giggle.

She lowered her voice and provocatively asked, "They’ve left, should we continue?"

This time, Ye Shubai didn’t speak, he simply showed his answer through actions.

In the darkness of the room, he gently sought her breath with his lips, his movements restrained yet inexperienced.

After an awkward long kiss, Ye Shubai’s lips moved to Wen Yun’s ear, softly asking, "Do you like this?"

Wen Yun’s heart was beating rapidly.

She actually didn’t have any experience, she relied completely on the guidance from Dream Immortal’s verbal books.

But this didn’t stop her from talking, so she pretended to be calm and said, "It’s okay."

Ye Shubai’s body stiffened.

Well… it’s… okay.

Does that mean, she doesn’t really like it? Or does it mean he did really badly, making her uncomfortable?

Wen Yun immediately sensed the subtle emotions of the person beside her, and quickly reassured, "No, actually you are doing very well, just keep learning from the book and you’ll be perfect."

Ye Shubai fell silent for a moment.

In the darkness, he seemed to sigh, his voice unusually low, "I have been studying for a hundred years."

In this situation, Wen Yun almost instantly understood what Ye Shubai had been studying.

She hesitated, "There is a saying that practice makes perfect. Since we have learned it all, why don’t we practice it now?"

Soon, Wen Yun paid the price for her words, even though she didn’t know why such a simple sentence would turn her own sword spirit black.

Ye Shubai held her face and kissed it over and over again.

The kisses moved lower and lower, and Wen Yun’s awareness started to fade.

Suddenly, her hand that was holding Ye Shubai’s hair tightened abruptly.

After coming to her senses, she saw Ye Shubai wiping his lips, smiling at her.

Wen Yun almost blushed to death, quickly pulled the covers over her head.

However, Ye Shubai was faster than her, he embraced her before she could do anything.

He then held her like comforting a child, lying beside her, softly calling her name.

"So on and so forth."

"So on and so forth."

"Hmm."

When she absentmindedly responded softly, he suddenly made a breakthrough.

"…"

Darn!

Instantly awakening, Wen Yun almost cursed.

Dream Immortal, you’re deceiving people!

She had always thought Ye Shubai was handsome, gentle, and elegant, and probably more reserved too…

The facts show that she was completely wrong.

A man who has been practicing swordplay since he was young, able to cut a mountain in one strike, is definitely not someone who can be described as delicate and weak!

He simply didn’t want to waste clothes like a knife cultivator!

Wen Yun is feeling unwell, and Ye Shubai isn’t feeling much better either.

He took a deep breath, and cold sweat started dripping from his forehead.

He was now like a student preparing for an exam, trying hard to recall the knowledge he learned from books, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that that knowledge was of no use in reality.

If those exaggerated actions were really to be used in reality, he suspected Wen Yun would crush him with the Dragon Bone Magic Wand.

The books are all full of lies!

Ye Shubai could only use all his self-control to patiently help Wen Yun adjust gradually.

Luckily, Wen Yun was really strong, so she only felt a bit uncomfortable.

After studying for a hundred years, the results finally showed.

Ye Shubai was indeed a genius at everything.

His previous clumsiness was just because he didn’t have a chance to practice.

Wen Yun thought about this hazily.

She held onto Ye Shubai tightly, then there was a moment of dizziness, like a flash of white light passed.

However, hardworking Ye Shubai did not plan to be lazy.

He bent down, gently calling her name in her ear, over and over again.

"We shouldn’t become close friends."

"We will be friends for life, for eternity."