Chapter 35

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Chapter 35: Delicate and Weak Little Wen Yun

In the four major families…no, now the Xie Family has long become the Xie Thieves, leaving only three major families.

Among the righteous path, members of the Yu family are the most elegant. They excel in various refined arts, with their direct descendants being proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Especially that person named Yu Qinghong, known as Young Master Qing Hong by the world, rumored to be a heavenly figure in the hearts of many female cultivators.

Of course, the main reason is that the members of the Yu family are born refined and pursue a path of cultivation filled with celestial aura, unlike the rough paths taken by knife cultivators or sword cultivators.

Wen Yun doesn’t have a strong impression of Yu Qinghong, perhaps due to always being around a true Sword Immortal. Therefore, she is not very interested in this so-called fake immortal.

The only impression…

Might be when he generously gave away a hundred thousand top-grade spiritual jade without asking for it back, right?

In a rush to rescue Yu Qinghong, several sword cultivators utilized the Sword Control Art to carry Yu Shijiu forward. Jiang Si initially wanted to race against the flying sword, but ultimately lost, resigning himself to stand behind Zhu Erchong and follow along.

Bao Pilong carried Yu Shijiu, who appeared extremely downcast, possibly feeling a bit dizzy from the sword. Throughout the journey, his complexion was pale, as if he might vomit at any moment.

Bao Pilong glanced at him, worriedly asking, "Are you feeling dizzy from the sword? Do you feel like vomiting?"

Yu Shijiu said, "Thank you, Brother Bao, for caring, but I’m fine. I can endure it."

Bao Pilong smiled and said, "No, I mean if you feel like throwing up, lean your head out a bit, don’t vomit on my sword."

"…"

Yu Shijiu’s face turned even paler.

Wen Yun reassured him kindly, "Don’t worry, with so many of us here, your Young Master Qing Hong must be safe."

Yu Shijiu thanked them weakly, "Thank you all for helping. After we get out, the Yu family will definitely be grateful to you all. The situation in the formation is complex, and I dare not let anyone take risks, especially Martial Sister Wen…"

Wen Yun, without looking back, asked as she gracefully stepped on her sword, "How come you let Martial Brother Jiang go alone when there was just him, but now with all of us from the Qingliu Sword Sect, you hesitate?"

Shen Xinghai, with a haughty attitude, said, "It seems Taoist Friend Yu looks down on us sword cultivators."

Bao Pilong got upset and pretended to drop Yu Shijiu, "What do you mean? Do you think knife cultivators are better than sword cultivators?"

Yu Shijiu looked down at the swirling clouds at his feet, unable to see the bottom. Feeling worried, he said some kind words to calm down the rude men.

Flying ahead, Wen Yun remained still in the wind, deep in thought. After a while, she spoke softly, "You noticed too."

Only Ye Shubai, on the same flying sword, could hear her. He replied.

"Yes, there’s something wrong with him."

Wen Yun added, "His acting is bad. I checked earlier, and Yu Qinghong is indeed where he said, but there’s some magic affecting the area. I’m not sure if his injury is true or false."

Ye Shubai said, "No problem. Since he mentioned a black python nearby, it may be related to a demon cultivator. We still need to go there."

She sighed softly, "But everyone can see that Yu Shijiu is purposely leading Jiang Si there alone. This maze may be deceitful. I wonder if he plans to plot with Jiang Si or harm him."

This fishing trick seems too clumsy.

Just then, Wen Yun heard Jiang Si behind her reassuring loudly, "Taoist Friend Yu, I won’t let you down!"

The knife cultivator spoke sincerely from the heart.

She stayed silent for a moment, then said, "It seems Jiang Si is either deceiving himself or trying to deceive us, living up to being the future head of the Jiang family with such cunning."

Then Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong also agreed, saying they were just as capable as the knife cultivator and would rescue Yu Qinghong before Jiang Si.

Wen Yun couldn’t find any reason to defend her two senior brothers whom she knew too well.

Oh well, their minds are set on their own path, let them be.

"No worries, go with the flow and adapt."

Ye Shubai’s voice slightly wavered in the rustling wind, standing behind her with a polite distance of two fingers.

Wen Yun turned to look at him, asking seriously, "Why are you standing so far away from me? Aren’t you afraid of falling?"

Without looking away, Ye Shubai calmly replied, "We must respect the differences between men and women."

Wen Yun said, "Don’t worry, I won’t offend you. And sword spirit doesn’t have a gender, so you don’t need to be so cautious."

He lowered his eyes and said calmly, "I, as your master, must not offend you."

Wen Yun had good reason to believe that this man was doing it on purpose. She mentioned the main spirit relationship in the first half of her sentence, and he intentionally pointed out the master-disciple relationship in the second half.

Some people may seem lofty and ethereal, but in reality, they are very calculating.

Wen Yun clicked her tongue, turned around to focus on practicing sword skills. She had been very interested in this new technique lately.

However, Yu Shijiu didn’t give her much opportunity to practice. Before long, a black mist began to spread in front of everyone. Even before they could get close, the chilling cold breath was already creeping up.

Wen Yun stopped her flying sword and looked at Yu Shijiu with a curious expression. She asked, "This place looks very strange. Why did Young Master Qing Hong rush in?"

When he heard her speak, Yu Shijiu got nervous and carefully replied, "When the young master entered, the mist hadn’t appeared yet. Later, he was attacked by a group of giant pythons. I quickly ran for help. I don’t know when this mist appeared either."

Wen Yun praised him with a smile, "The Dark Heaven Secret Realm is so vast, and not many people come in. Yet, you happened to meet Martial Brother Jiang, that’s really lucky."

Yu Shijiu held his chest and sighed sadly, saying, "Martial Sister Wen is right."

Fortunately, Jiang Si spoke up at this moment, "Martial Sister Wen, you are knowledgeable in array techniques, why not take a look at how to break this maze?"

Yu Shijiu also stared at Wen Yun, waiting for her answer.

Wen Yun, who was called out, carefully examined the misty maze and shook her head helplessly, saying, "This maze seems completely different from typical spirit arrays. I have never seen such a strange one before, I don’t know where to start this time."

Before Jiang Si could speak, Yu Shijiu comforted first, saying, "Martial Sister Wen, don’t blame yourself, I know you have tried your best."

Wen Yun looked over calmly, "Actually, I don’t blame myself."

"…"

Faced with a brand-new maze, if it were Qian Lishen here, he might have taken out dozens of array plates to analyze and break the maze. But this time, there were sword cultivators and knife cultivators, known for their straightforward nature in the cultivation world.

So as soon as Wen Yun finished speaking, those who held swords drew their swords, those who held knives brandished their knives, all eager to try, "No need to be afraid, I will cut it open!"

She couldn’t stop them in time, the four of them followed Jiang Si into the dark mist with determination and disappeared without a trace.

Wen Yun frowned, realizing Jiang Si had caused trouble again. He always resorts to violence in the Qianzhen Tower, and now he had fought his way to the top! Her senior brothers had always been competitive with Jiang Si, but this time they rushed in without hesitation!

The only relief was that she could use magic to locate everyone’s positions and stay in control of the situation.

She glanced at Ye Shubai and asked quietly, "Do all sword cultivators act this way?"

Do they all risk their lives recklessly?

Ye Shubai replied calmly, "My generation fears death greatly, unlike them."

Wen Yun thought about how Ye Shubai’s generation behaved. They would kneel and beg for a sage to appear when the Dark Heaven Secret Realm opened, which didn’t seem much smarter than Zhu Erchong and the others.

She boldly said, "Perhaps all the intelligence from your generation went to you, while all the smarts in my generation belong to me."

Ye Shubai remained silent for a moment, then nodded slightly, "You’re right."

His peers kept using tricky methods on each other, but never expected that after five hundred years, the sword cultivators of their generation would become so naive and ignorant.

Young sword cultivator: Please don’t let those two people represent all of us.

Wen Yun felt distressed and said, "In the future, we must find a way to stop our senior brothers from associating with the knife cultivators. Originally straightforward, they might end up becoming as foolish as the knife cultivators if they stay with them for too long."

Knife cultivator: It’s funny how we also think of you sword cultivators that way.

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Yu Shijiu almost stuck close behind Jiang Si as they entered the mist, indicating that whether for plotting mischief or for assassination, his target was Jiang Si.

As for Wen Yun, who had been arguing all the way, she was ignored. The other party didn’t even intend to greet her and instead seemed to push her away as if avoiding a flood or a fierce beast.

It was strange that after those people went inside, they seemed to disappear without a trace. There was not a single sound coming out, which was completely abnormal according to Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong’s talkative natures.

However, in order to find out what was going on, Wen Yun had to go into the mist.

However, as soon as her feet stepped into the mist, she sensed something was wrong. All sounds and light seemed to disappear into the mist, making her feel like she was stuck in emptiness.

This feeling was similar to when she was waiting at Qianzhen Tower, but now it was even scarier because…

Wen Yun noticed that her smooth-flowing spirit energy was slowly becoming sluggish. The mist seemed alive, wrapping around her spirit energy bit by bit, eventually sealing it completely!

Ye Shubai, who had entered the mist with her before, had mysteriously disappeared without a trace!

While Wen Yun remained calm inside, she pretended to panic and backed away in fear.

Her exaggerated reaction did not match her true self. If anyone who knew her well were there, they would think this was a fake Martial Sister Wen. But it was okay, she wasn’t familiar with the other person.

"Martial Brother Zhu! Senior Bao! Where are you guys?"

She bit her lip, cautiously looking around, gripping her dress tightly, appearing alert and nervous.

However, the mist only offered cold winds and endless darkness. She could barely make out dead, dry grass under her feet. She tried to use her spiritual power but failed, finally exclaiming, "What’s going on here? Why can’t I use my spiritual power!"

No one answered in the darkness.

Wen Yun kept calling out the names of her companions as she ran in a clumsy way, like a headless fly, unknowingly heading towards the center of the fog.

The fog could block the sealing of the spirit Qi, but it was a pity…

Through Wen Yun’s psychic exploration, it was like a lit-up map, with everyone and everything here under her control!

"Crack—"

After stepping on a dry tree branch, Wen Yun stopped and called out Jiang Si’s name again.

After a while, a warm male voice weakly sounded very close by, "Is that… Martial Sister Wen from the Qingliu Sword Sect?"

Wen Yun replied loudly, "Yes! Who are you?"

The other person’s breath became extremely weak, as if a thread of silk, saying, "I am Yu Qinghong… Martial Sister Wen, how come you are here?"

Wen Yun said excitedly, "It’s actually Brother Yu! I will tell you about my situation later. Brother Yu from your clan sent us to rescue you. We finally found you! Are you okay?"

As she spoke, she moved forward and noticed a faint light ahead. With the help of this slight light, she was able to see what was ahead.

The scene in front of her was very tragic.

A beautiful and precious-looking zither was shattered into pieces, with only the broken strings revealing what it used to be.

The once elegant and noble Yu Qinghong, who looked as graceful as a Celestial Being, had all his limbs twisted into horrifying angles. His silk robe was torn to pieces, resembling tattered cloth hanging on him. His fair and beautiful face was covered in blood, presenting a heart-wrenching sight of misery.

Behind him, a chain was locked around his waist, keeping him trapped in place unable to escape.

Yu Qinghong struggled to speak and hoarsely said, "Martial Sister Wen, quickly escape. There… There might be a demon cultivator here!"

He gazed desolately and sadly lowered his eyes, expressing a sense of loneliness and heartbreaking despair, like a fallen snow lotus, "I am seriously injured… Unable to escape… Martial Sister Wen risked her life to come and rescue me, I am deeply grateful, but this demon cultivator is vicious and cruel. How can I bear to let you suffer with me? Quickly escape while the demon cultivator has not arrived yet."

Wen Yun’s eyes showed both fear and hesitation, but in the end, she seemed to have made a decision and firmly said, "As a sword cultivator, how can I stand by and watch without trying to save you, Brother Yu? Endure a little longer, I will try to break the chain behind you!"

She ran forward and swung her wooden sword with all her might at the iron chain.

But how could a regular wooden sword break a chain without spiritual energy?

No matter how hard Wen Yun tried, the chain remained undamaged, while Yu Qinghong lying on the ground became weaker and his voice became fragmented.

"Martial Sister Wen… I appreciate your kindness, but I have been severely injured by a demon cultivator and won’t survive."

"I only worry about my younger brother at home. Please take the jade pendant from my embrace. It is a precious heirloom of our Yu family. I hope you can give it to him in the future…"

He struggled to speak a couple of words before pausing to rest, looking like he had no more energy left to survive.

Wen Yun’s eyes gradually turned incredulous. She ran to Yu Qinghong, whose eyes were half-closed and motionless, his breath silent like death.

She suppressed her intense sorrow and said, "Senior Yu, I will definitely pass on the jade pendant to your younger brother. Rest in peace…"

Just as Wen Yun reached out towards Yu Qinghong, the seemingly lifeless person lying on the ground suddenly grabbed her wrist.

His strength was incredibly powerful, as if he could crush her wrist cruelly.

A very faint smile appeared on his deathly pale face, which looked totally different from his gentle face, giving off a chilling and sinister vibe.

Yu Qinghong chuckled softly, "Thank you, Martial Sister Wen."

He slowly opened his narrowed eyes and stared directly into Wen Yun’s eyes.

"Go to sleep, my unexpected joy. When you wake up, you will be my good little darling."

It was a pair of dark eyes, with a faint crimson thread barely visible in the endless darkness. The thread curled and twisted in the pitch-black pupils, resembling a blood-red serpent.

Wen Yun gazed at him steadily, her eyes gradually becoming blank and lifeless, until she collapsed as if turning into a lifeless body falling backwards.

However, Yu Qinghong just chuckled softly, wrapped his arm around Wen Yun’s waist to lay her flat on her side, then took off her bag and searched through it carefully. He only found a pile of stones and wood without any spiritual power, not what he was looking for.

Yu Qinghong half-lay beside Wen Yun, squinting his eyes as he held a fist-sized transparent stone in front of him.

He sniffed and then stuck out his tongue to lick it.

Regardless of how he probed, the stone still appeared to be an ordinary one, similar to the pile of wood only good for firewood, lacking any value whatsoever.

"Hmm? Why do you collect these things? How could you like this trash?"

He murmured the question but didn’t wait for Wen Yun to answer, just coldly tossing the space bag aside.

"Where is it?"

Yu Qinghong’s voice emerged from his tongue, the ending slightly drawn out and rising, becoming deep and lazy.

He squinted, staring intensely at the sleeping Wen Yun, his cold gaze seeming almost tangible, finally settling firmly on her lower abdomen.

"I see now," Yu Qinghong muttered to himself, his furrowed brow gradually smoothing out. "You, just like Xie Mian, are using it to contain the Golden Core. Yes, that’s it, I have already sensed the aura of that law."

"Let me discipline them all first before I come to retrieve it, you keep it safe for me for now."

"That’s a jade nascent soul with the laws of heaven and earth… Those useless people don’t even understand its true purpose, how can they deserve it? Hmm… You, little girl, are better than those useless ones, but still not worthy."

However, Wen Yun lying silently on the ground showed no reaction, her eyes closed tightly, breathing deeply and steadily, as if she had fallen into a deep endless sleep.

No one knows how much she is suffering right now.

It’s so unbearable, she’s supposed to be a powerful mental force master, but now she has to pretend to be defeated by a diamond, it’s really unbearable!

What’s worse is that when she fell, a darn bug crawled over her leg, now it’s itching badly, but she can’t use magic to drive it away, she can only endure the itchiness and pretend to be unconscious!

Acting is really tough, Wen Yun sighed deeply in her heart.

Not only did she have to feign weakness and kindness earlier, now she has to lie here pretending to be dead while listening to the lunatic nearby muttering to himself.

And this guy even looks down on the Magic Stone and magical materials in her space bag? And dares to call them useless?

Excuse Wen Yun for being blunt, including herself, all the true treasures of the Dark Heaven Secret Realm are right here!

She wanted to see what this arrogant guy was really like.