Chapter 46

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Chapter 46: Straight Talk

Most wizards are solitary by nature.

Apart from those in the church who enjoy social activities, most wizards prefer to stay in their Wizard Tower for centuries without moving, and when they meet their colleagues, they often avoid greeting each other from afar.

In general, this is a non-confrontational professional group. When there is a duel, everyone likes to maintain the elegance and grace of a wizard, displaying powerful and magnificent spells without resorting to sneak attacks like Dark Wizards.

Even if they don’t follow The Church of Light, attacking souls is considered shameful by most wizards.

Studying dark magic and harming souls are signs of a Dark Wizard, who will be rejected by all their peers.

So, despite their exceptional mental abilities, very few wizards use them as a means of attack.

Wen Yun, already labeled as a rebellious wizard by the Light Pope, doesn’t care how others see her.

However, most of her past life was spent studying Time Space Spells, leaving no time to delve into soul magic.

Even though she hasn’t mastered soul magic, using her mental strength to overpower the demon cultivator from the Skywolf Tribe is a piece of cake.

It’s like a strong man who, even if he doesn’t know martial arts, can easily defeat a kid with his absolute strength.

Moreover, she was very interested in the ten-thousand-step staircase from the Qingliu Sword Sect’s outer gate to the inner gate, visiting several times just to admire the formation that invoked deathly illusions.

Wen Yun touched her chin, looking proudly at the demon cultivator, "To be chosen as an experiment by the esteemed Archmage Wen is your privilege, you scoundrel."

The man on the ground had no idea, still glaring fiercely at Wen Yun.

He licked his lips, greedily eyeing Wen Yun, "You’re very pretty. If I had known there was such a beautiful woman among your group of peasants, I would have had the Skywolf Tribe burn down this entire forest to catch you…"

Wen Yun casually tossed the freshly severed finger into the nearby fire, looking down at him with a faint expression.

Initially he could speak arrogantly, but towards the end his voice became increasingly broken, his facial expression more distorted. Despite his mouth being wide open, he couldn’t make a sound, seemingly witnessing a terrifying scene that made his whole body involuntarily tremble.

Wen Yun just watched him quietly, her expression icy.

Only she knew what the demon cultivator had seen.

She weaved a mental illusion spell, trapping his mind tightly within it. As long as she wanted him to see something, he couldn’t escape from the illusion she constructed.

Now, she was the god controlling the fate of this man on the ground.

After another frightening illusion ended, the man on the ground pleaded hoarsely, "Please spare me! I’ll take you back to the Skywolf Tribe. If you follow me, you can wear the most exquisite clothes and jewelry, and become a superior person…"

So confident, yet daring to show off in front of her now?

Before finishing his enchanting words, Wen Yun lazily raised her eyelids to look at him, exerting a powerful pressure that dragged him into a new nightmare.

The demon cultivator on the ground turned pale, spitting out a mouthful of blood with his eyes becoming vacant and scattered once again.

After ending another dream, he struggled for breath, "If you dare to kill me, the Skywolf Tribe will flatten this place… If you let me go, I will spare your lives… Ah!!"

The piercing scream echoed through the cave once again.

Wen Yun repeatedly questioned the demon cultivator, who initially remained defiant but gradually became weak, waking up staring blankly at the youthful girl, unconsciously shivering.

Almost done.

Wen Yun reached out to the side, and Ye Shubai promptly handed her a wooden sword.

This natural posture made her seem resolute to the peak, but only she knew…

This time, Ye Shubai was so cooperative with her showing off, because she had just given him a long lecture in the spiritual sea of divine sense, which led to this majestic scene unfolding smoothly.

Dealing with such an unprofessional sword spirit, she was really suffering a lot.

Wen Yun vented her regrets on the demon cultivator lying limp on the ground, gently sliding her sword from his head to his lower body.

The wooden sword was blunt, and her movements were very gentle, so she couldn’t harm him. However, the demon cultivator suddenly trembled, staring fixedly at the sword, almost fainting from fear.

He had just been boastful and claimed to be a fearless warrior, but now facing Wen Yun’s wooden sword, he cowered like a dog.

Wen Yun’s sword was right beneath him, her gaze slightly lowered, her tone barely considered gentle.

"Explain your background clearly."

The demon cultivator’s face was pale, he looked blankly and replied, "My name is Tianlang Ha, I’m the second son of the chief of the Skywolf Tribe, awakened with a physical talent, unable to feel pain…"

Wen Yun was somewhat puzzled, she quietly looked at Ye Shubai.

The latter did not disappoint her. Understanding her confusion, he softly explained, "Demon cultivators do not cultivate spiritual power. They awaken innate powers, either in their bodies, souls, or minds. The one we encountered in the secret realm is among the best in the latter category."

Upon hearing this, Wen Yun sneered quietly. She remembered how Tianlang Ha had been so proud of his talents earlier. Now, realizing he couldn’t feel pain, wasn’t that just a life of being beaten up?

She pressed the sword against Tianlang Ha, forcing him to reveal his background clearly. Then, seemingly casually, she asked another question, "Why are you chasing after these ordinary people?"

Tianlang Ha on the ground stiffened, then mumbled incomprehensibly, "I need people to serve me. I want to capture them and make them my slaves."

"Hmm? Since the beginning of the year, a large group of people has been coming to the jungle from time to time, making such a fuss just to find people to be their slaves?"

Wen Yun pushed her sword down, somehow effortlessly, and the blunt wooden sword cut a slit in the demon cultivator’s leather pants.

Tianlang Ha felt a chill down his spine and could only desperately try to move back. He wasn’t afraid of pain, but he was scared of being castrated!

Ye Shubai furrowed his brow slightly and said to Wen Yun, "This is not good. Give me the sword."

The demon cultivator was deeply moved, tears flowing, realizing that only a man could truly understand another man.

He wished he could hug Ye Shubai’s legs and cry, but when Ye Shubai took the sword and stepped forward, blocking Wen Yun’s view, he coldly said, "You’re a little girl, don’t dirty your eyes."

After speaking, Ye Shubai moved his wrist and stabbed another sword towards where Wen Yun had just been, looking casual.

Tianlang Ha felt the wooden sword piercing from below, he instinctively reached out and felt a puddle of blood. Although he didn’t feel pain, he instantly cried out, rolling on the ground shivering.

What’s even scarier, the voice of the girl, petite like a Little Bai flower, sounded ghostly again–

"Tell me, why have you been chasing them."

"Because… because they are different from us… ah!"

Ye Shubai stabbed again.

Tianlang Ha finally couldn’t hold on. After experiencing so many terrifying illusions, he had only persisted in silence by a thread of willpower. Now, that thread in his mind suddenly broke, and he yelled, "I’ll talk! We are all competing for rankings on the Killing List!"

Wen Yun frowned, asking coldly, "What is the Killing List?"

Ye Shubai pressed down with his wooden sword.

This time, Tianlang Ha responded quickly and smoothly, "Ever since the main ruler of the Demon Realm was killed by a sword cultivator named Ye Shubai from the righteous path five hundred years ago, the Demon Realm has not seen a new king who can gain everyone’s respect. The tribes do not respect each other and constant infighting occurs."

Hearing this, Wen Yun glanced approvingly at Ye Shubai, thinking, "Whether the Demon Realm is in chaos or not, Little Bai decides!"

Tianlang Ha continued, "Later, several major tribes agreed that this would only allow the righteous thieves to take advantage…"

"Smack!"

A stone hit the demon cultivator hard on the head. Startled, he turned to see a young boy and angrily exclaimed, "You dare to throw that at me, you little brat!"

Unafraid, A’xiu picked up another stone and threw it back, retorting, "You’re the real thief!"

"I’ll kill…"

Tianlang Ha was about to retort but suddenly shrank back and chose to remain silent. Even with Ye Shubai between them, he could sense the chilling aura emanating from the terrifying girl.

Carefully avoiding criticism of the righteous path, he continued, "The tribal leaders have agreed to a decade-long challenge. The tribe that captures the most people from the four continents will be able to use all the spoils to sacrifice to the demon god and become the new king. Additionally, the future rankings of the tribes for the next hundred years will be determined based on the Killing List. Our Skywolf Tribe is not skilled in water travel, we don’t even own any sea-worthy ships. Unlike the other tribes that can cross the outer sea to capture people from the four continents, we have no choice but to search throughout the Demon Realm for the despicable… outcasts."

When Wen Yun and Ye Shubai heard this, they felt heavy-hearted.

According to Tianlang Ha, it turns out that not only did members of the Black Snake Tribe sneak into the right path, but it is likely that there are more demon cultivators hiding on the Four Continents.

"Because on the Killing List, one living person is worth two dead ones in points. Since we found remnants here at the beginning of the year, we have been searching for their gathering place, ready to capture them alive. Unfortunately, they have been extremely cunning, and in the past six months, we have only caught one little girl."

As Tianlang Ha spoke, he noticed that the look in the eyes of the remnants around him had become fierce, so he quickly lowered his head and cautiously glanced towards Wen Yun, only to see a very elegant hem of her skirt.

He was already full of fear towards Wen Yun, just the thought of those endless illusions made it hard for him to even breathe, "Miss, let me tell you one more thing. In exchange for letting me go, I promise not to come after these… remnants again. How about that?"

Wen Yun’s face carried a hint of mockery, as she leisurely replied, "Go on."

Tianlang Ha was ecstatic because he knew that the righteous path valued things like vows dearly. They would never go back on their promises!

It seemed like he was afraid of Wen Yun changing her mind, so he quickly revealed more information this time.

"I heard that the young master of the Black Snake Tribe recently brought a righteous cultivator back to the Demon Realm, and now he is preparing for his hundred-year banquet in Cold Abyss City not far from here. Many small tribes want to capture remnants as gifts to attend the grand banquet, show their faces at the Black Snake Tribe, and I also plan to catch a few people here to attend the banquet…"

Even though Tianlang Ha looked proud, it was easy to tell from what he said that his Skywolf Tribe was actually just a tiny group compared to the Black Snake Tribe.

Wen Yun appeared calm on the surface, but she was secretly preparing herself mentally.

Her powerful presence made it clear that Tianlang Ha was telling the truth – Shen Xinghai was most likely taken to Cold Abyss City by a demon cultivator from the Black Snake Tribe.

Ye Shubai looked back at her, and they both made the same decision in their hearts.

"Go?"

"Go."

"Now?"

"Now!"

Her conversation with Ye Shubai was very brief, and they quickly came to an agreement.

Tianlang Ha on the ground kept staring at the sword hanging over him. When he saw Ye Shubai turn around, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he sprang up like a wild beast towards the nearest A’xiu!

He clenched his hand like a claw and fiercely aimed at the child, roaring, "Let me go, or I’ll kill—"

Before the last syllable could be spit out, Tianlang Ha, who had leaped into the air, suddenly stiffened, his eyes widened greatly, seeming puzzled.

Oddly, how did he see a headless body pass in front of him..?

After beheading it with a sword, Ye Shubai sheathed the sword, not even looking at the demon cultivator on the ground, just frowning as he wiped the blood off the blade.

Wen Yun wasn’t surprised at all, thinking it naive for this demon cultivator to try to kill in front of her and Ye Shubai.

Unexpectedly, A’xiu showed some bravery, not cowering when faced with such a situation.

The survivors nearby were already pale from the numerous shocking incidents just now. They were mere mortals, easily targeted by demon cultivators.

The leader A’hua’s face also turned pale. She seemed to realize that the situation was not as simple as she had imagined, helplessly looking at Wen Yun, "Immortal Master… can we still go back?"

"Of course," Wen Yun replied confidently, then pulled out a thick stack of magical scrolls from her pocket.

"Grandma, we need to rescue others now and defeat those demon cultivators. I have set up a hidden formation nearby, as long as you stay within a hundred miles, the demon cultivators won’t be able to find you. Also, these talismans are for your protection. If anyone intrudes, tear up these papers to eliminate the demon cultivators!"

Without Qianzhenzi’s personal presence, no one can unravel Wen Yun’s double concealment formation. They will only wander outside Yimin Village, never able to step inside. However, hiding here is only a temporary solution.

Wen Yun looked back and said solemnly, "Wait for me to return, and then we will go home together."

The survivors watched Wen Yun and Ye Shubai silently, with no doubt in their eyes, only full trust. Finally, they knelt down in silence, bowing deeply to the two.

*

Before leaving, Wen Yun thoroughly searched Tianlang Ha’s clothes.

Ye Shubai pursed his lips, stopping her, "This animal skin is not valuable; you don’t need to…"

Wen Yun glanced at him and handed him the clothes, saying, "But these were meant for you to wear."

Ye Shubai lowered his gaze, and although his face remained calm and unchanged, she strangely sensed a hint of "disdain" on his face, with no intention to accept what was offered.

Wen Yun couldn’t help it, after casting more than ten cleansing spells, Ye Shubai reluctantly took them.

She continued analyzing with Ye Shubai, "We don’t know the situation in Cold Abyss City, so we need to infiltrate first to gather information. Your current strength is also restricted, if you charge in directly and encounter a strong enemy inside, it’ll be disastrous. Although I can cast a range spell from the outside, if we accidentally hit Martial Brother Shen, it would be bad, wouldn’t it?"

Sword cultivators are impulsive in their actions, indeed she, as a strategist, understands the importance of analysis better. Wen Yun was quite satisfied with her prudence.

"So to safely rescue Martial Brother Shen and the other captives, the best way is to disguise ourselves as a member of Tianlang Ha’s tribe. They are just a small tribe without much reputation, so if caught, just say you are Tianlang Ha’s son."

With that, she solemnly patted the set of beast skin attire in Ye Shubai’s hand, "Hurry and change into it, young master Tianlang Ha, I’m still waiting to paint a fake totem for you."

"…"

Two individuals closest to gods being so cautious was unusual, but both of them had experienced death before, so being overly cautious was not wrong.

In the end, Ye Shubai yielded to Wen Yun and changed into the attire of the Skywolf Tribe behind the tree.

The fur outfit partly covered Ye Shubai, who usually dressed very covered up. But now, some of his collarbones and muscles were showing. As he walked, the fur around his waist seemed a bit short, revealing his slim yet surprisingly beautiful waistline.

He had long black hair flowing down his back, with a few strands falling around his neck. He wore a colorful gem hair accessory on his head, and his body was adorned with many bright gem decorations, making his fair skin stand out even more.

He stood stiffly in front of Wen Yun, with pale lips and a blank expression on his face.

Despite giving off an aura of restraint and aloofness, he appeared in a contradictory outfit that was hard to ignore, looking captivating in a mysterious way.

Wen Yun raised an eyebrow and then found a piece of rouge in Xu Wanfeng’s bag. She didn’t know why Second Master Brother had so many items for female cultivators.

She dabbed some rouge on Ye Shubai’s eyelids and eyebrows very carefully, then lightly applied it, finally touching his lips.

With just a few strokes, his cold appearance transformed into a more glamorous and enchanting look, giving him a hint of a demon cultivator’s charm.

Ye Shubai remained calm, his eyes still clear as crystal, gazing quietly at Wen Yun.

Wen Yun quickly stepped back to create some distance, casually saying, "It’s okay, the smell is there."

Ye Shubai, "Okay."

He still looked the same as before, but his eyes and eyebrows were lightly flushed, giving him a charming look that made Wen Yun feel uncomfortable when he stared at her directly.

She avoided Ye Shubai’s gaze, reached into her rouge box, casually applied some to her face, and tried to explain calmly, "Of course, I also need to dress up as a demon cultivator, so you won’t be risking it alone…"

After smearing it on, she didn’t even look in the mirror, preparing to go directly into the forest to find some clothes from the Skywolf Tribe henchmen to change into.

At that moment, Ye Shubai standing next to her suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

She turned back in surprise, staring at him blankly, "What’s wrong?"

The man, who always kept his distance from her, gradually moved closer, and finally, his slightly chilly fingertips gently touched the corner of her eye.

His voice was as cold and pleasing as ever.

He said, "You didn’t apply it evenly."