Chapter 17

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Chapter 17: The Senior Martial Brothers Are So Imposing!

Wen Yun felt deep regret in her heart.

If she had known Ye Shubai loved magic so much and would drag her out every night to ask about spells, she wouldn’t have taught him.

Now, she was dragged out by the group of sword practitioners before dawn to practice swordsmanship, and at night, her own sword spirit would drag her to discuss magic. The intensity of this toil was exceptional; if she didn’t ascend, who would?

After suffering for ten days, Wen Yun finally caught a glimpse of the first light of dawn.

The journey to Blizzard Island was long. When they were halfway there, the spiritual formation on the cloud boat gradually depleted. The group of sword players were professional, but they were amateur in studying spiritual formations. Therefore, the cloud boat stopped halfway to replenish the spiritual formation.

Led by the team leader Elder, Wen Yun and the group checked into the best inn in Castle Peak city.

In Castle Peak city, there were cultivators everywhere, and the mortals were not surprised at all. They respectfully greeted them and asked, "Would you immortals like something first?"

The Second Peak Elder Martial Brother glanced at Wen Yun and laughed, saying, "Let’s start with some spiritual food and then roast crane. We want the plump ones!"

The other senior brothers immediately agreed, "Roast crane it is!"

Wen Yun was speechless. They were addicted to eating roast crane now?

The innkeeper was a bit stunned by this request but quickly reacted, "Alright, please wait a moment. We will go buy a crane for roasting right away!"

In no time, he bought a fat crane and roasted it. Although it was just an ordinary meat crane, not as good as the immortal cranes from the Xie Family, the senior brothers did not mind at all and relished the meal.

Wen Yun got a crane leg, but before she could bite into it, the crane leg was whipped out of her hand. She reacted quickly to avoid getting a blood mark on her face.

"Senior brother, they are so heartless!"

A young girl in pink clothes with two buns on her head was crying. She was pulling the clothes of a young man next to her and sobbing, "I thought the innkeeper was trying to save the crane from the hunter’s hands, but he ended up roasting it and serving it on the table."

The man whispered a few words, but she kept looking at the roasted crane on the table with tears in her eyes, "Cranes are so cute, why do you want to eat them?"

Wen Yun, who almost got hit by her whip, smiled politely and said calmly, "Why? Because it tastes good."

This answer made the senior brothers next to her, who were stunned, also realize the situation and nodded in agreement with smiles.

"It really tastes good! Much better than roasted chicken!"

The young girl stomped her foot in anger at Wen Yun, "Big sister, you have such a beautiful face, why is your heart so cruel?"

Wen Yun casually drank a cup of wine, laughing, "Little sister, your heart is as rotten as your appearance."

The man next to the girl frowned when he heard that, saying, "Please be patient with my young sister, she doesn’t know any better."

Wen Yun didn’t speak yet, and Shen Xinghai sitting next to her replied sternly, "My younger martial sister is also young, why don’t I see you showing patience to her?"

It’s normal for the different peaks within the sect to compete with each other, but once they leave the sect, they are all part of one family, not allowing others to bully their own people.

"Exactly, our younger martial sister is only fifteen, who do you think you are calling older sister?"

"You cry over someone eating a crane, but why didn’t you cry when your neighbor killed a pig?"

The elder martial sisters and brothers took turns defending Wen Yun, making the young girl on the other side cry and cling to her older brother’s sleeve, refusing to let go.

The brother gently patted her head with great tenderness, then turned to the others, speaking calmly, "I am the second son of the Leng family, Leng Li, and this is my sister Leng Yanyan. I don’t want to cause trouble outside, so please bury that crane well, and ask the girl to bow and apologize to my sister."

"Wow, so it’s the Leng family." Wen Yun exclaimed somewhat exaggeratedly, then turned to the brother from the neighboring second peak humbly asking, "Martial Brother Zhu, who are the Leng family?"

Zhu Erchong gripped his sword and whispered softly, "It’s normal for Martial Sister Wen to not have heard of them; they are just a small family. They think too highly of themselves just because they have a connection with the Xie family."

The stern cultivator over there heard the whispers clearly and his expression immediately changed.

Despite his stern appearance, he had sharp eyesight. Although these sword cultivators looked plain, upon closer inspection, it was apparent that their skills were impressively high, suggesting they were important.

So he suppressed his anger and politely asked, "May I know which immortal sect you all belong to?"

Senior Bao Pilong responded casually, returning the greeting with his sword, "I am from the Qingliu Sword Sect!"

Leng Yanyan beside him exclaimed, "Oh, it’s my cousin’s sect!"

The stern cultivator’s lips twitched, the pride in his eyes fading. He forced a warm smile and said, "The flood reveals who is swimming naked among kin…"

Unfortunately, no one engaged in reminiscence with him.

Leng Yanyan had wiped away her tears, her face now showing a delighted smile, "Senior brothers, my cousin Xie Mian also joined your sect, The First Peak. Are there any senior brothers from The First Peak here?"

All eyes fell on Shen Xinghai, who remained expressionless and ignored her attempt to connect.

However, Leng Yanyan stepped forward, ignoring everyone else and shyly looking at Shen Xinghai, "May I ask for your name, senior brother?"

Shen Xinghai replied coldly, "A nobody is not worth mentioning."

Despite feeling discouraged, she didn’t give up. She squeezed in next to him and timidly said, "Senior brother, you don’t even want to tell me your name. Are you mad at Yanyan for being too soft-hearted and not being able to bear to see small creatures die in front of me?"

Wen Yun, who was sitting next to Shen Xinghai, was coldly pushed aside, and she quietly poured herself a cup of green tea to cool down.

Shen Xinghai coldly said, "Miss Leng, please step aside. You are occupying Martial Sister Wen’s seat."

Martial Sister Mengran drank a cup of wine and joined in with a smile, "Sister, it might be better for you not to sit with us. We were still hoping you’d leave so we could enjoy this roasted crane in peace."

The personalities of the sword cultivators were indeed as sharp and direct as their swords, making the little girl’s heart ache. Wiping away her tears, she walked away feeling wronged.

Due to Leng Yanyan’s interruption, the crispy skin of the roasted crane lost its most delicious taste and became soft. The senior brothers lost interest and no longer had the energy to spar with Wen Yun.

Wen Yun packed a pot of spiritual water and poured it onto the Phoenix tree, mumbling to herself, "Grow up quickly, I really want to carve you someday…"

"What are you saying?"

Suddenly, a loud noise behind her caused Wen Yun to shake, spilling all the spirit water on the Phoenix tree.

Ye Shubai didn’t blame her, he used the fire hemlock wand to light up a faint warm light, evaporating the excess water slowly.

His grip on the magic wand was strange, like holding a sword, giving off an inexplicable air of sharpness, which looked exceptionally good.

But Wen Yun was too stunned to appreciate his stance.

"When will you be able to use magic?"

Ye Shubai frowned, "You learned it yesterday while chatting with your senior brothers."

Wait, why say such sarcasm in such a cold tone?

He continued, "Magic elements are very different from spiritual power. It took me three days to fully master this basic magic."

The man looked a little embarrassed.

Wen Yun felt sorry for the magicians who spent a year learning the Dragon race spell, another year sensing magic elements, and only in the final year could they attempt magic.

She dryly said, "Then you keep working hard, I can advance in higher magic with just half a cup of tea."

Because it was a fire dragon, naturally talented in fire magic.

She had only intended to distract Ye Shubai’s attention to magic, never expecting him to excel so quickly.

Wen Yun felt hopeless, planning to go back to sleep, but it seemed like the sword spirit would eagerly come discuss magic with her next.

To her surprise, Ye Shubai closed the thick spell book and said to Wen Yun, "Since we’re in Castle Peak City, let’s visit Wanbao Pavilion, the main store is right here."

Wen Yun was puzzled, "What is Wanbao Pavilion?"

Ye Shubai patiently explained, "It’s a place where cultivators buy and sell items."

Wen Yun just remembered that before she left home, her three senior martial brothers gave her a hundred pieces of special jade as spending money. After all, they were all at a high level of spiritual cultivation. The defensive magic treasure they lent her before was so advanced, so she thought this special jade must be very valuable. She took out a piece that would shock everyone.

She waved extravagantly and said, "Let’s go!"

Before leaving, she asked her fellow disciples if anyone wanted to go with her. When she mentioned going to Wanbao Pavilion, everyone looked embarrassed.

"Martial Sister Wen, I recently bought a piece of spirit iron, but I’m a bit short on money…"

"No, no, I’ll just check out the nearby stalls. I spent all my savings on forging a sword last month."

"I was practicing sword skills before…"

Wealthy Wen Yun gave up and had to go shopping alone with a lot of money.

Wanbao Pavilion is owned by the Wan family, one of the four major families. They have branches in every city on the mainland, and it’s said that they even do business with demon cultivators overseas, but the Wan family’s master denies it.

The store in Castle Peak City is their first and main branch. It may not be the most luxurious, but it always has rare treasures.

The graduate’s accessories, weapons, talismans, elixirs, various herbs, ores were displayed in the spirit array, categorized separately and not to be touched. If interested, the shop assistant inside can take them out.

Wen Yun planned to search for some light element materials to make a practice wand for the sword spirit, so he wouldn’t keep using her fire hemlock spear.

Her experience working in The Tenth Peak’s woodshed cleverly led her to choose to go to the alchemy materials area, focusing on searching for fuel.

Light element materials were extremely rare, and she searched for a long time before finally finding a suitable thin wooden stick in the herb pile.

Just as she was about to buy it, Ye Shubai, who had just walked to the other side, softly called her name, "Wen Yun."

She looked up and followed Ye Shubai’s direction, where the women’s clothing area was, with a striking moon-white skirt hanging in the most prominent spot, with delicate clouds embroidered in silver thread on the hem and cuffs, looking ethereal and attracting many female cultivators.

Even though Wen Yun had lived for hundreds of years, her youthful heart was still alive, and seeing the beautiful dress also made her heart flutter.

Ye Shubai calmly said, "I see you only wearing the sect disciple’s robe, rarely coming out, you could also buy two dresses."

She blinked, "So you brought me to Wanbao Pavilion to actually help me choose dresses?"

Ye Shubai didn’t answer, but he didn’t deny it either.

Wen Yun looked over with a smile in her eyes and asked about the price of the dress.

"One hundred pieces of top-quality spirit stones."

It was just enough, but unfortunately, if she bought the dress, she couldn’t make a wand for him…

Wen Yun pursed her lips, then turned back and chose the wooden stick to hand to the attendant, saying, "I’ll take this one."

He had just learned magic, so he deserved a reward.

She directly tossed the space bag containing the spirit stones over, saying, "You can take it yourself."

The attendant smiled slightly as he took out all the spiritual jade for counting, then carefully selected two pieces to put back, saying, "In total, ninety-eight pieces of low-grade spiritual jade. Here are the two pieces you can keep, please take them."

"…"

Wen Yun didn’t expect that.

The powerful Soul Changing Stage experts, all three of them together, gave her a hundred low-grade spiritual jade!

Luckily she didn’t ask them to wrap up the dress earlier!

Just then, a soft voice came from the side, "I saw my sister looking at that dress all the time, why did she only buy a stick now?"

Leng Yanyan, appearing out of nowhere, held Wen Yun’s cold hand with one hand and covered her lips with the other, feeling guilty, "It’s all my fault, I didn’t realize my sister didn’t have enough spiritual jade, Yanyan is so thoughtless."

"Sister, if you need it urgently, Yanyan can lend you some, but I only brought a few today, only three to four thousand high-grade spiritual jade, please don’t think it’s too little."

With only two pieces of low-grade spiritual jade left, Wen Yun felt like poking her with the stick she was holding.

The formidable sword cultivators of Qingliu Sword Sect, known for their strength and poverty, as they only focus on swords and spend any money they have on upgrading equipment.

Oh well, let them be poor, she has already found the materials they needed today…

She completely ignored the strange Leng Yanyan and decided to take her own sword spirit back.

"Wen Yun, don’t you like that dress?" Ye Shubai, tall and handsome, stood in the crowd watching her.

Wen Yun felt conflicted, unable to tell him that she had emptied all her savings to make him a magic wand.

Leng Yanyan nearby was still saying unpleasant things.

After listening for a while, Ye Shubai looked down at the cold wooden stick in her hand, and understood everything.

He took a step forward, held her hand briefly, and then let go.

His voice was still cold, but unusually affectionate, "Go on, take everything you like with you."

No one else could see Ye Shubai, but Wen Yun noticed he had placed something in her palm.

She slowly opened her hand to find a golden key inside.

The servant next to them saw the key and immediately bowed, saying, "Oh, it’s an honored guest! Please come to the top floor!"

The managers of Wanbao Pavilion also arrived after hearing the news.

Leng Yanyan’s smile froze, and she quietly asked her brother, "Isn’t the top floor only for the leaders of the three major sects and the four major families?"

Speaking coldly to himself, "Who is this girl exactly?"

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Wen Yun was calmly escorted upstairs by the managers of Wanbao Pavilion, appearing calm on the surface but actually feeling quite nervous.

Darn it!

Why go to the top floor when she only has two pieces of spiritual jade in her pocket now?

Author’s note: Old Master Bai: My disciple is too stingy, so I had to come myself.