Chapter 16

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Chapter 16: Magic Martial Cultivation

"You really don’t know?" Liu Luoyin looked surprised.

"Her name is Wen Yun."

Wen Yun…

The two words were repeated on Xie Mian’s lips, his brows slightly furrowed, feeling like he had heard the name before but couldn’t remember.

Liu Luoyin lowered his eyes, "You should have heard of this name, many people in the sect have been saying she outshines me by far…"

"No way," Xie Mian quickly comforted, "They’re just jealous of you and looking for a reason to criticize."

He said so, but his mind kept wandering back to the figure he had just seen.

Her waist, cinched tightly by a belt, was slender like a delicate willow, resembling the deceased Xie Jiu.

Xie Jiu, that was her code name.

Children adopted by Xie Family were nameless, only identified by age. She was the youngest, known as Nine.

Those exceptionally talented children were carefully selected from millions, spending their days practicing diligently in the dark rooms of Xie Family. They didn’t know why, only that Xie Family had saved them, so they obeyed.

Every month, the legitimate descendants of Xie Family would come here to train alongside these unnamed children. Everyone else knew to give leeway to these young masters, except for Little Jiu, who often got punished.

Xie Mian arrived at the dark room on the day of the Awakening of the Insects.

It was spring, he draped himself in a thick fur cloak, his exquisite face pale and dull. As the door behind him opened, it brought in a warm sunlight, scattering all over the floor.

He is the Young Master of the Xie Family, but he can’t even hold a sword steady, and even some Medical Cultivators say he won’t live past twenty.

He holds a light and soft sword, and the group of children facing this sword become submissive like dogs, pretending they can’t beat him to make him happy.

Xie Mian, being young and clever, sees through this kind of play with children very clearly.

He clearly wants to practice swordsmanship well, but these people look down on him completely, treating him as a stupid waste of space.

At that moment, unable to hide his emotions, he angrily thrust his sword towards the chest of the smirking teenager.

The next moment, a sharp sword lifted his sword out of his hand, stabbing straight at the snow-white fur on his neck.

The girl in the black short shirt, barefoot, stared at him with icy eyes.

"Young Master, our lives matter too."

Later, the girl called Little Jiu received twenty lashes, her rough clothes torn to shreds, revealing a waist as slender as snow.

The girl looked at Xie Mian with cold eyes, as sharp as her sword.

As he grew weaker, he couldn’t even hold onto his sword, but he kept secretly looking at the girl.

She reached Foundation Establishment.

She could wield sword energy.

She achieved Core Formation…

"Wen Yun’s swordsmanship is truly remarkable, I doubt anyone of this generation can surpass her." Liu Luoyin still thought about Wen Yun.

Xie Mian hesitated for a moment, then blurted out, "Wen Yun is no match for her!"

"Junior Brother?" Liu Luoyin was surprised, Junior Brother Xie always spoke to her with a gentle and polite tone, it was rare for him to use such a tone.

Xie Mian pursed his lips, his rationality gradually returning, yet he found himself wanting to protect that girl.

He said firmly, "If my sister Xie Jiu were still alive, no one could defeat her in swordsmanship!"

"Yes," Liu Luoyin felt unhappy with Xie Mian’s reaction, she said slowly, "It’s a pity she passed away."

It’s a pity she died.

Xie Mian’s heart clenched, he closed his eyes in pain and said shakily, "If Mian is feeling unwell and unable to entertain guests properly, it’s better not to keep elder martial sister waiting."

Liu Luoyin turned pale, feeling embarrassed and annoyed, she slammed the door and left.

What kind of relationship does that Xie Jiu have with Junior Brother Xie, to make him angry with himself!

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The atmosphere in the Xie Family’s cloud boat was gloomy, while on the other cloud boat they left behind, everyone was getting along well.

The long journey was particularly boring, and these young sword cultivators were all restless types, quickly finding new entertainments.

They started racing their flying swords in the sky to see who was faster. Wen Yun was left on the cloud boat, yawning lazily and feeling sleepy.

Just then, the fire hemlock wand was passed to her.

Wen Yun suddenly became alert and immediately wanted to run inside the house.

However, Ye Shubai was quicker and grabbed her wrist, saying, "You missed sword practice yesterday, you need to catch up today."

Wen Yun, "I suddenly feel a bit seasick."

Ye Shubai, "You were cheerful drinking and eating with them yesterday, you didn’t seem seasick."

His tone was very calm, but Wen Yun felt something was off. Why did it sound like a complaint from a young wife?

Oh, she had been chatting and having fun with the elder martial sisters yesterday, forgetting to water his plants… That was why he sounded sour.

Oh no, he’s already jealous just with one, imagine if she had a hundred advanced magic wands and summon a hundred and one sword spirits in the future, wouldn’t he be even more jealous?

However, as mentioned earlier, she always spoils her own people.

Wen Yun said seriously, "Don’t get me wrong, I’m just casual friends with them, but you are my companion for life."

Ye Shubai remained calm, but he slightly avoided eye contact and said, "No misunderstandings, please get up and practice swordplay."

Wen Yun, who was sitting lazily in the corner of the cloud boat, had to get up and start practicing sword skills diligently.

Wen Yun never thought she would become a close combat magician, let alone a magical swordsman.

After all, whether using a magic wand to perform a set of sword moves or using a sword to cast a Fireball, it was beyond normal comprehension.

She suddenly missed the fierce and silly dragon spirit from her past life – at least it didn’t force her to dual-cultivate in magic and martial arts.

The original owner’s swordsmanship was considered top-notch among peers, but in the eyes of Ye Shubai, a sword master, it was considered trash.

He could easily spot a hundred mistakes with just a casual glance, truly a perfectionist among sword cultivators.

Wen Yun was practicing swordfighting obediently on the cloud boat held by her own sword spirit, her senior brothers flying back on their swords were impressed by this sight.

"The principle of hard work paying off in the end is just like this, truly deserving of Martial Sister Wen!"

"The level of a sword cultivator is not determined by their skills, but by their love and understanding of the way of the sword. I am far behind Martial Sister Wen!"

Wen Yun had no idea that her sword practice here had stirred up feelings of shame and desire to strive among these talented swordsmen.

After finishing her sword practice, all she wanted to do was lie on the bed and pretend to be dead.

"You know, I used to spend most of my time cooped up in the Wizard Tower studying magic, taking a hundred steps in a day was considered a lot."

Wen Yun felt deep resentment, "Our trademark is strong in spirit but weak in body, and now you want me to become physically strong too?"

"Hmm." Ye Shubai nodded seriously, saying, "No matter the path of training, there should be no shortcomings."

Wen Yun turned over and said, "As an excellent sword spirit, you shouldn’t have any shortcomings either."

She was forced to practice both magic and martial arts together, and her sword spirit shouldn’t be neglected!

Wen Yun said seriously, "So, we will cancel sword practice tomorrow morning, and tonight we will test your perception of magic. My previous spirit was all about magic."

That’s a lie, that dragon only knows how to breathe fire.

But this didn’t stop Wen Yun from persuading the new spirit, "The spirit’s strength affects the weapon’s level, you should learn from your predecessors."

This statement is actually true, the dragon is highly sensitive to fire elemental magic, so every time she uses the dragon bone wand to cast fire magic, it is particularly powerful.

Ye Shubai quietly glanced at her and unexpectedly agreed.

"Okay."

Truly a very ambitious sword spirit aiming for magic and martial arts!

That night, Wen Yun set up a magic testing array in the room.

Even though she didn’t have a Magic Stone, Wen Yun’s skills were impressive.

She collected abandoned spirit stones from her fellow students, infused them with different types of magic elements, and created a few magical… gems.

She held Ye Shubai’s hand and pressed it against one of the magic gems, saying, "Try to focus and sense the elements inside. If you can sense them, it means you have a talent for this type of magic…"

Her hands were calloused from sword practice, and as she placed her hand on his, it tickled and stirred his usually calm heart.

He looked down at the girl beside him. It was nighttime, her black hair cascading loosely around her waist. She was focused and unaware, almost nestled in his embrace.

Her hair mingled with Ye Shubai’s on his white sleeve, blending together in a blur.

He was a bit distracted.

Meanwhile, Wen Yun had guided Ye Shubai through testing all seven magic gems.

In the Magic World, unlike the five elements in the cultivation world, magic is divided into seven categories: wind, fire, water, earth, lightning, light, and dark.

Unfortunately, Ye Shubai couldn’t trigger any magical reaction.

Wen Yun felt a bit disappointed, but she gently reassured him, saying, "After all, you are a sword spirit, we don’t have to force you to become a magic swordsman, it’s okay."

Ye Shubai nodded, showing no sign of disappointment, then casually picked up the jade in front of him.

Inside, he felt a familiar pure power, similar to what Wen Yun possessed, making him feel comfortable.

He held the jade, gently closed his eyes.

Gradually, a faint light appeared between his fingers, carrying a pure and warm aura.

Wen Yun, who was preparing comforting words, looked up in surprise, "Light element!"

This is a rare talent, those who display light magic talent almost always become bishops in The Church of Light.

Of course, except for Wen Yun, they found her with black hair and eyes, calling her a fallen mage.

Judging people by their appearance is shallow!

Having experienced big events before, Wen Yun quickly regained her composure. Remembering how she frequently used light magic on the Phoenix tree, it was not surprising that she could sense the light elemental power.

Wen Yun was very satisfied with this, thinking that in the future, when the Phoenix tree grows and the sword spirit is also of light talent, with the double blessing, she might be able to cast a light forbidden spell.

She eagerly wrote down several basic light magic spells, still in the messy and irregular Dragon race script.

"Memorize these spells well, so you can assist me when I cast them in the future."

Ye Shubai hesitated, wanting to say something to her.

However, Wen Yun acted faster. She directly handed him the paper filled with spells, saying coldly, "Memorize them within three days. If you can’t recite them, I won’t water you."

With these things to distract him, she thought she could finally rest well for a month or two.

Wen Yun yawned, looking at the sky gradually lighting up, feeling content.

The sorcerer’s infernal schedule could finally proceed as normal, so now she could go to sleep—

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Suddenly, a series of urgent knocks came from outside the door, along with the sound of several energetic sword practitioners.

"Martial Sister Wen, today we will rise early to practice swordsmanship with you!"

"Martial Sister Wen, you have inspired me, and I will follow in your footsteps!"

Wen Yun, "…"