Chapter 25

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Chapter 25: Two Ye Shubais

Inside Qianzhen Tower, Wen Yun was completely unaware of her mistakes.

"Do you want to know why a magic spell can break his array?"

Returning to the darkness, she asked Ye Shubai beside her while taking off her winter clothes.

After a moment of silence, Ye Shubai spoke in a clear and cold voice just as she was about to explain profound array knowledge.

"Because it is a large array made of water spiritual jade, and your fire magic covers it completely. The collision destabilizes the spirit Qi inside the array, causing the array to disintegrate on its own."

Wen Yun, "Next time, remember to be humble. Even if you understand, pretend not to, okay?"

As she spoke, Wen Yun broke ten arrays in a row, all of them by using attributes that counter each other, using various large-scale advanced magics to make these simulated arrays collapse completely.

If I were to change to a regular monk, I would probably be severely affected by these formations. Monks mostly use single-target attacks, which cannot cover everything. Also, their spiritual power attribute is singular. Even if they luckily encounter a spirit formation they can handle, the next one will overpower them.

Wen Yun is different.

She is proficient in all types of magic. In a real combat situation, magicians cannot leisurely chant spells in front of their enemies. However, since only she and Ye Shubai are here, who else can stop her from chanting spells all day and casting powerful spells?

So, she calmly used magic to clear the first level, causing ten expensive spirit formations to disappear one after another.

As Wen Yun entered the second level, the token in her hand lit up, displaying a new number, "Number Nine."

Just as she was about to start chanting a spell again, the moment the spirit formation activated, a flying sword swiftly attacked her face.

Oh no!

Are there new rules in the second level?

Thanks to the two months of diligent swordsmanship and agility training under Ye Shubai’s supervision, Wen Yun narrowly avoided the first sword. However, the next sword light emerged from a more tricky angle and increased in speed.

Wen Yun was no longer distracted, she couldn’t even chant a spell to speed up, she had to rely on her body’s reflexes to support herself.

She was hoping Ye Shubai could help her out. As she quickly looked up to dodge another sword, she saw him nodding in satisfaction with his hands behind his back.

Wen Yun became anxious and shouted, "Help me, a sword spirit must assist its master or face punishment from the heavens!"

However, Ye Shubai replied, "This sword formation is extremely exquisite, with hints of the Qingliu Sword Sect’s techniques. It must be Qianzhenzi’s masterpiece. If you can evade these countless swords, your swordsmanship will greatly improve."

"…"

Hearing his words, she felt it was a rare opportunity. Was he really planning to let her struggle here for a long time?

Ye Shubai calmly said, "If a fatal attack comes, I will defend you."

You are truly a diligent and responsible sword spirit!

Wen Yun was truly at a loss. Ye Shubai refused to help her, and the sword formation was relentless. She could only keep dodging and evading, with swords constantly flying towards her.

As several swords flew towards her at once, Wen Yun tightly gripped her fire hemlock wand, dodged the blades, and aimed to strike back.

Standing nearby, Ye Shubai said calmly, "Dryad’s gold position."

Wen Yun subconsciously glanced at the spot he mentioned and dodged a sword attack aimed at her.

"Mountain’s earth position."

Wen Yun dodged again!

After a long dance of dodging, Wen Yun seemed to grasp a trick, managing to dodge the flying swords on all sides while skillfully counterattacking with a wooden sword. When she had no time to spare, she even cast a basic spell to knock down the swords.

Ye Shubai’s eyes showed a hint of admiration.

Outside, Qianzhenzi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Jiang Si also used a sword to break through the enemy lines, he only cut a path for himself to escape. Wen Yun, on the other hand, cleared a path wherever she went!

Ten! Wen Yun destroyed all ten of the elaborate arrays that Qian Lishen painstakingly set up in just one day! Each array cost tens of thousands of top-grade spiritual jades and required the efforts of thousands of disciples on the island for several years or even decades!

Who knows what terrifying methods Wen Yun used to break the arrays so quickly and ruthlessly, even though Qian Lishen, as the successor of Blizzard Island, was still in the first level at that time.

Fortunately, after Wen Yun reached the second level, suddenly everything stopped, spending a full ten days at the ninth array, allowing many others to catch up on their progress.

Qianzhenzi relaxed, gently stroking his beard with a sense of satisfaction, "It seems that these younger generations can only reach this far, what a pity, but…"

Before he could finish his sentence, a familiar scene unfolded once again.

The "nine" character quietly disappeared.

Qianzhenzi covered his slightly aching heart and took a deep breath.

*

"I never thought, one day, I would actually be forced to become a close combat mage."

Wen Yun swung her sword, not looking back, and expertly deflected the last flying sword with a graceful gesture. She gently touched the wounded staff of fire hemlock and comforted, "Don’t cry, my dear. When I get back, I will wrap you with the bark of the Phoenix tree."

The second half of the sentence was full of killing intent.

Ye Shubai, "…"

Fortunately, Wen Yun didn’t hurt him in the end. Instead, she turned around, raised the fire hemlock high, and muttered a long spell with her head down.

After a long time, Ye Shubai saw the fire hemlock emit three bright lights in a row, accompanied by Wen Yun’s voice full of resentment —

"Firestorm, triple barrage!"

Under the endless onslaught of flames, the spell that had tormented her for ten days was truly reduced to ashes.

After venting her frustration, Wen Yun popped a Hunger Banishing Pill into her mouth and grinned at Ye Shubai, "Let’s go, we’ll continue breaking the array."

In the next array, Wen Yun finally encountered someone else, but the atmosphere became slightly awkward after they locked eyes.

Leng Yanyan covered her mouth, looking at Wen Yun with a mix of surprise and uncertainty.

She had been extremely lucky all the way, encountering other practitioners on the first level who all took pity on her delicate appearance and allowed her to accompany them through the obstacles. She always found teammates who could break the obstacles.

With this miraculous luck, she actually made it to the second level.

Leng Yanyan quickly realized and happily looked at Wen Yun, "Sister, it’s truly a coincidence to meet you here!"

As she spoke, she walked over and affectionately leaned towards Wen Yun, "Encountering a familiar face in such a foreign environment, Yanyan thinks it’s a miraculous arrangement by fate. Sister, what do you think? I heard that you are talented in formations, how about you break this one, and I’ll solve the next one? What do you think?"

Wen Yun, "Don’t come any closer."

Leng Yanyan was stunned.

Wen Yun, who possessed the skills of purification, frowned and said disgustedly, "Have you not bathed for several days? You smell."

Leng Yanyan blushed and embarrassedly stomped her foot, "Sister, how can you speak ill of Yanyan like this!"

Wen Yun ignored Leng Yanyan and took a step back, keeping her distance. She then began observing the new spiritual formation.

Huh? Is it this simple? It’s just a normal sandstorm formation. Compared to the previous sword formation in terms of speed and power, this one is so simple!

She didn’t even bother using ranged magic to break the formation. After observing the direction of the sandstorm for a while, she quickly found the center of the formation and effortlessly tore a hole in it.

Leng Yanyan was pleased with what she saw, about to follow along confidently, but the person standing in front suddenly turned back.

A mysterious smile appeared on Wen Yun’s face.

"Little sister Yanyan, you are right. Meeting each other is fate. Our meeting today must be a part of a greater plan. So, I will give you a precious gift."

Leng Yanyan was taken aback. Before she could react, Wen Yun swiftly drew something on the ground and produced a spiritual jade out of thin air.

Suddenly, the original sandstorm formation changed drastically. The sand and rocks flew towards Leng Yanyan like flying swords, increasing in speed rapidly, almost resembling a replica of the previous sword formation!

"Wen Yun, you wicked person!"

*

"I was born with a talent for sword fighting, I don’t need anyone to remind me."

Wen Yun calmly said this before striding off gracefully towards the next magic formation.

Suddenly, there was an explosion, Wen Yun held onto her wooden sword and continued forward without looking back.

The second layer, broken.

The third layer, broken.

…

Finally, after flooding the fiery magic formation with a water spell, Wen Yun reached the tenth layer.

She stretched lazily, looked at the "one" on the Token, tightened her grip on the wooden sword and stepped forward –

Before Wen Yun could see clearly, a figure flew and landed at Wen Yun’s feet, coughing up blood and gasping heavily on the ground in a messy state.

Wen Yun was surprised, "Brother Jiang?"

Never would she have expected that the person beaten so badly was actually Jiang Si!

Jiang Si looked up at Wen Yun, forcing a smile, "Ah, Sister Wen, nice to meet you."

After speaking, fresh blood flowed from his mouth and nose again.

Wen Yun, "What happened to you? Did you meet other participants and get knocked down?"

Jiang Si struggled to climb up with both hands and feet, groped for the large knife, but couldn’t even lift the knife, and could only barely maintain a standing position leaning on the knife.

"No, only three people entered this formation… No, with you, it’s four."

Jiang Si pointed to a red object in the corner, "Do you see that pile of red stuff? That’s Junior Brother Qian. He was knocked out half an hour ago and still hasn’t woken up."

Pointing towards a man in blue holding a broken harp not far away, "That’s Young Master Qing Hong from the Yu family. He’s a Music Cultivator. Just now his harp got broken into two pieces. It looks like he hasn’t recovered yet."

Wen Yun looked around but didn’t see any danger. It was as calm as an ordinary dark room.

"Huh? Is there a very strong formation here? Why can’t I see anything?"

Jiang Si coughed hard, his face pale, breathing heavily. With difficulty, he pointed his finger towards a place not far from Wen Yun, "Can you see that sword cultivator? That person is the one creating this formation."

Wen Yun looked up and saw a figure in black hair and white clothes not far away, holding a sword. Just the back view made it seem as majestic as pure snow on a high peak, too cold to touch.

She relaxed and quietly used her mental power to summon Ye Shubai back, "Don’t wander around. There’s a very powerful sword cultivator guarding this place. Come back quickly."

Ye Shubai acknowledged but didn’t move. Wen Yun didn’t pay attention to him and continued carefully investigating the sword cultivator’s position.

Strange, why can’t she see where Jiang Si mentioned that person is positioned…

Suddenly, Wen Yun sensed something wrong and turned around abruptly.

Ye Shubai stood quietly behind her, with a cold expression and wearing white clothes. Instead of a wooden sword, he was holding a bright wand that she had made herself.

So…

Wen Yun looked ahead as if facing a great enemy.

Who is that figure ahead!