Chapter 47

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Chapter 47: Stay in a Luxury Suite!

Wen Yun struggled to control the urge to blast a fireball at the face of this straight guy.

Stay calm, we can’t fight amongst ourselves while the demon cultivator is still at large!

The wise Archmage and the sword spirit made peace to capture two magic wolves tangled in vines in the forest prison. They prepared everything, including the spirit pet.

Animals are more afraid of the strong. Seeing Wen Yun return and set them free, the once fierce magic wolves obediently lay by her feet, showing loyalty.

It only took a blink of an eye for the betrayal to turn into loyalty.

Wen Yun was worried about finding the way to Cold Abyss City when she saw the two dogs wagging their tails in front of her. She ordered, "Guide us to Cold Abyss City, can you find the way?"

Under Wen Yun’s strong presence, the magic wolves dared not even straighten their backs. They groveled on the ground, eagerly looking at them.

"Shall we ride on your back?"

Wen Yun glanced at the wolf, who was being unusually friendly because of protecting their lives, and decided to step forward and touch it. Surprisingly, the wolf’s fur, which looked rough and prickly, felt very smooth and soft to the touch, feeling quite nice.

Nearby, Ye Shubai was already in character, mirroring Tianlang Ha’s arrogant posture as he rode the wolf, his arms crossed in front of his chest, staring ahead expressionlessly, lost in thought.

Wen Yun, of course, couldn’t be outdone. She immediately mounted the wolf and practiced being overly attentive, "Young master, shall we set off now?"

Ye Shubai discreetly glanced at Wen Yun. She was petite, and the equipment she had taken off was unusually large, wrapping her up so tightly that even her face couldn’t be seen clearly, except for her sparkling eyes.

It’s a good thing her face couldn’t be seen clearly, otherwise, with those rouge-covered cheeks, she would have been the brightest one wherever she went.

The two of them quietly rode the wolf towards Cold Abyss City, and after three days, they finally arrived at their destination.

Cold Abyss City was a large city, accessible to all demon cultivators without any hindrance. Combined with the news of a grand feast circulating beforehand, the outer city was now packed with people, bustling with activity.

The entire Cold Abyss City was constructed of solemn black stone. As the city closest to the sea, it resembled an impregnable fortress. The city gates were large enough to allow dozens of people to pass side by side. From afar, it looked like a black beast lying on the plain, majestic and solemn.

The streets and various buildings within the city were also constructed of black stone. From eateries to weapon shops and magical artifacts, everything looked almost indistinguishable from a righteous city.

If you want to talk about differences, the biggest one might be that the pedestrians on the road have completely different clothes.

Wen Yun watched in surprise as a man with three large chicken feathers stuck in his head walked past them, the feathers were red and green, and he was also wearing various feather decorations on his body. As he walked, the feathers fluttered in the wind, one of them even floated onto her hand, but unfortunately, these feathers were not as nice as real chicken feathers, they had no value, and she casually threw it away.

Perhaps because each tribe believed in different mythical creatures, the demon cultivators entering the city also adorned themselves to resemble their tribe’s mythical creatures. They used animal skins, feathers, gemstones as decorations, and many of them even had their tribe’s totem tattooed on their faces, almost covering their features.

Compared to this, Wen Yun’s bright red face seemed rather understated among the demon cultivators. She and Ye Shubai, riding a black wolf, looked quite similar and inconspicuous in the crowd.

Wen Yun’s eyes glanced softly as she rode her black wolf closer to Ye Shubai and whispered to him, "Do you know how many demon cultivators turned back to look at you just now?"

Ye Shubai glanced at her face with his brightly painted eyes and didn’t seem interested in answering such a boring question.

But it didn’t matter, Wen Yun answered herself, "From the moment we entered the city, there were thirteen female demon cultivators and four male demon cultivators who looked back at you."

Ye Shubai remained silent, his face expressionless, he quietly covered his face with animal skin.

Wen Yun continued, "So let’s first find a place to stay, inquire about the details of the feast, and then I’ll draw a wolf on your face to cover it up, how about that?"

When Ye Shubai heard this, he instantly remembered the pattern Wen Yun had practiced drawing on the ground before she drew the magical wolf totem on the back of his neck.

It’s not that it’s impossible; you could say it has nothing to do with it.

Tianlang Ha had a fierce wolf head tattooed on the back of his neck, but the one Wen Yun drew was…

A strange dog head with a silly smile and narrowed eyes.

It was just too unrealistic.

So, without mercy, Ye Shubai firmly declined Wen Yun’s suggestion to draw a dog on his face.

Wen Yun had to give up, but after a while, she suddenly remembered something else.

"By the way, Ye Xiaobai, did you draw a wolf portrait for me?"

Ye Shubai raised his beautifully sculpted chin slightly and confidently replied, "Of course."

Wen Yun thought that Ye Shubai was always honest and talented, so his painting skills should be excellent too.

Luckily, the tattoo was on the back of the neck. If it was on their faces, they might have had a big argument when looking in the mirror.

Both of them had calmed down, and everything went smoothly in Cold Abyss City after Ye Shubai had attracted some attention. They found an inn and were ready to check-in.

The waiter at Demon Realm was not as friendly as the one at Wanbao Pavilion. He glanced at Ye Shubai and lazily said, "We only have one top room left."

Wen Yun and Ye Shubai didn’t insist on having two rooms. Since Ye Shubai became a sword spirit, he had always stayed close to Wen Yun, so sharing a room was fine.

The problem came with the waiter’s next sentence.

"Three hundred magic crystals."

Demon Realm used magic crystals as currency instead of spiritual jade, which is used in the Four Continents.

Wen Yun discreetly glanced at Ye Shubai, expecting him to easily pay with a few million magic crystals.

However, Ye Shubai stood still on the side. Finally, he seemed to remember something, searched in the pocket of his fur coat for a while, and took out a black crystal to place on the counter.

She breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "It’s okay, it’s okay. After all, Tianlang Ha is a young master of a tribe. He should have enough money on him."

However, the innkeeper glanced at the pile of magic crystals with a smile that wasn’t really a smile and almost rolled her eyes, saying, "These are inferior magic crystals, we don’t accept them."

Wen Yun quickly searched in her clothes. Luckily, she had the thrifty habit of scavenging equipment, so she had already taken all the things from the demon cultivators earlier.

After finally finding a similar crystal, the innkeeper impatiently waved her hand, saying, "This won’t do either. Even beggars in our Cold Abyss City won’t accept it. Please find another place to stay, sirs."

The magical girl was shocked.

She turned her head and indeed saw a beggar lazily walking past the door. The crystals in the dirty bowl he carried were even more transparent and shiny than the ones they had presented…

Isn’t the Skywolf Tribe really poor now?

It’s not wise to cause trouble in the enemy’s headquarters. So, when you don’t have money, you can’t act too arrogantly. You can only slink away like the two magical wolves with your tails between your legs.

Behind, the innkeeper sneered disdainfully, "Two poor villagers, still wearing animal skins after two thousand and twenty years, how ridiculous!"

Wen Yun angrily retorted, "What’s wrong with animal skins? Isn’t it even more expensive than the finest silk?"

Ye Shubai frowned and replied softly, "I remember those Transmigration Stagedemon cultivators also wore animal fur."

Wen Yun sighed, "The aesthetic of demon cultivators has changed so quickly."

Just as she finished speaking, her eyes fixed on a figure approaching, dressed in simple white clothes, carrying a wooden sword, with black hair tied up high…

If it weren’t for the demonic energy exuding from the person, she would have mistaken them for a sword cultivator who had illegally crossed over from the Demon Realm!

The person reached the inn’s entrance, and the previously indifferent innkeeper was the first to rush out, followed by dozens of young girls, all bowing respectfully, "Greetings to the City Master!"

The young man of the demon race entered the inn with a ridiculous posture, wielding a wooden sword, displaying an air of indifference and arrogance.

Wen Yun was dumbfounded and whispered, "Please don’t tell me that the nobles of the Demon Realm are all dressing like this now?"

By chance, Brother Chicken Feather happened to be standing next to Wen Yun. He chuckled and casually replied, "You look like you’re from a small countryside tribe. City folks have been dressing like this for five hundred years already. Look at what it means to be noble and stylish, while you country bumpkins are still wearing animal skins."

Wen Yun quietly turned to look at him, opened a chicken feather fan that flew towards her again, and softly said, "So, your chicken feathers don’t count as animal skins?"

Brother Chicken Feather instantly got angry and exclaimed, "Our Rainbow Pheasant Tribe is the 130th biggest tribe. Which tribe are you from to dare speak to me like this!"

Wen Yun suddenly felt respect. Rainbow Pheasant Tribe? Could this be the legendary…Flower Wild Chicken Tribe!

"My apologies, I apologize. Turns out you are from the Rainbow Pheasant Tribe, we are from the Skywolf Tribe."

As soon as the name was mentioned, Brother Chicken smirked disdainfully, "So you’re from the Skywolf Tribe – no wonder you look so primitive."

Wen Yun, picking up on the fact that he knew about the Skywolf Tribe, became alert, "So you have heard of our tribe before?"

Her mental strength began to gather quietly, preparing to defend against evil.

However, Brother Chicken continued, "Of course. I can remember the names of the most insignificant tribes. Skywolf Tribe truly lives up to being the most useless tribe. You’ve never even visited the city."

Wen Yun, "…"

It’s okay, he was cursing the Skywolf Tribe, what does it have to do with me as a sword cultivator?

Wen Yun’s mental strength also relaxed accordingly.

To be honest, earlier Tianlang Ha had praised the Skywolf Tribe as the best in the Demon Realm, so despite their poor strength, Wen Yun still felt anxious, afraid that the Skywolf Tribe might actually be famous, worried that they would be recognized as impostors once they entered Cold Abyss City.

It turns out that as long as you are confused enough, you can really do bad things.

Brother Chicken Feather was still teaching her, "Have you seen the clothes that young master is wearing? Those were brought back from across the sea, reportedly the original Sword Sect goods from over there. This set probably cost tens of thousands of magic crystals, right?"

Wen Yun, "…"

No, the clothes he’s wearing clearly look fake, definitely not authentic.

Brother Chicken Feather was still sighing, "Our Demon Realm’s environment is different from the Four Continents, we can’t raise silkworms or grow cotton, so we have to risk our lives to smuggle things back from the other side."

Wen Yun couldn’t hold back anymore and angrily said, "Why do we demon cultivators, who are wise and brave, have to wear the clothes of those useless sword cultivators?"

She convincingly portrayed a heart full of pain and righteousness, truly embodying a passionate young demon race.

However, Brother Chicken Feather looked down on her with disdain, saying, "You really are a clueless country bumpkin, go away and don’t spread your ignorance to me!"

With that, he turned around and walked away, shaking his head with three chicken feathers on top, not bothering to talk to these two poor folks anymore.

After Brother Chicken Feather’s guidance and wandering through the city, Wen Yun finally realized that the noble demon cultivators indeed dressed very differently from their rural tribe.

The nobles with grand appearances all wore the clothes of the sword cultivators, more specifically, the slightly rough imitations of the Qingliu Sword Sect disciples’ attire.

Wen Yun made up her mind and suddenly came up with a huge plan.

She grabbed Ye Shubai’s arm and whispered, "Let’s go, I’ll make money now and take you to the most luxurious suite tonight!"

Ye Shubai was surprised when Wen Yun’s idea of making money involved taking him to the large auction house across the inn.

Because the top three young masters of the Black Snake Tribe from the Four Continents captured a righteous cultivator and returned to Cold Abyss City, where they were guests during the celebration of their hundredth birthday, many tribes came to congratulate them.

The wealthy big tribes were well prepared with gifts, but the smaller tribes had nothing valuable to offer. They turned to the auction house in Cold Abyss City to search for treasures.

Wen Yun observed the entrance for a while, memorized the process, tied the two demon wolves outside, and led Ye Shubai confidently inside.

She spoke boldly, "I have treasures, bring the person in charge here!"

The demon cultivator in charge of inspecting treasures hesitated, looking suspiciously at the two of them.

Wen Yun chuckled and took out a white disciple robe from her pocket, placing it on the table.

"Take a good look, do you recognize what this is, you country bumpkin!"

The demon cultivator reached out to touch it, but Wen Yun smacked his hand away, saying in a manner fitting for a demon cultivator, "Get away, don’t dirty my treasures!"

The demon cultivator inspecting the treasures did not retort immediately, but instead, his eyes started to gleam slightly.

Without looking, you could tell that these clothes were made from pure cotton that couldn’t be found in the Demon Realm. They must have been brought back from the Four Continents across the sea. It’s quite funny, really. Maybe because they haven’t been in battle for a few hundred years, some young nobles from the demon race who think highly of their taste have started dressing like sword cultivators, imitating them. The most ridiculous part is that they’ve even created a hierarchy of disdain.

Those who wear rough cotton sword cultivator clothes look down on those wearing animal skin. Those wearing silk sword cultivator clothes then look down on those wearing rough cotton. And those who wear authentic sword cultivator clothes stolen or taken forcibly from a righteous Sword Sect, they look down on those wearing imitations.

As expected, at the top of the hierarchy of disdain stands the disciples of the top Sword Sect in the world, the Qingliu Sword Sect!

Beings like the young master of the Black Snake Tribe are few in number. Since the demon cultivators were defeated in the great battle, the method of making the sea boats they used to cross the ocean in the past has been lost as well.

Most demon cultivators can only cross the sea at great risk to their lives, and if they are lucky enough to reach the Four Continents, they only lurk in some small sects to gather information. How would they have the chance to steal the disciples’ clothes from the Qingliu Sword Sect?

So, these clothes are basically priceless!

It’s quite a coincidence that back when they were in the Dark Heaven Secret Realm, the thrifty Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong kept picking up things along the way to stuff into their space bags. In the end, when they couldn’t fit any more in, they had to take out a big pile of old clothes that they had kept for years and give them to Wen Yun to hold onto.

And that’s how Lady Tianlang Yun ended up bringing over twenty authentic sword cultivator clothes to the auction today!

"Miss Tianlang Yun, please come this way."

The person leading the way was the manager of the auction house. He had a warm and polite smile on his face as he guided Wen Yun towards the top VIP seats.

"Don’t worry, from here you can see the entire auction house without being seen by anyone else," he assured them.

He waved his hand, and soon two groups of handsome waiters and waitresses came in. The man delicately knelt beside Wen Yun and offered her a glass of wine, while the woman did the same for Ye Shubai.

Wen Yun noticed Ye Shubai’s displeasure in his eyes, and even his body tensed slightly.

After some thought, she lazily waved her hand and said, "There are too many people, it’s so bothersome. Everyone hurry up and leave, let me have a moment of peace!"

Oh no, I forgot to address myself as ‘old man’. The demon cultivator vibe is not strong enough.

However, the group of pretty attendants left with various delicious food and drinks. Wen Yun lazily sat on the soft chair, took a glass of wine to her lips and took a small sip.

Looking down at the demon cultivators crowded in the hall, oh, Brother Chicken Feather seems to be among them?

Hmm… Wen Yun felt incredibly relaxed, thinking that the decaying smell of the Demon Realm was quite pleasant.

Ye Shubai sat across from her, looking down.

A brightly dressed female demon cultivator gracefully walked onto the stage, bowing to the VIP seats upstairs and the crowd below.

"Hello everyone, I’m Hong Yan, and we have brought many treasures to this auction. Before we begin, I want to ask if anyone remembers a name?"

A seductive smile formed on her bright red lips as she slowly uttered three words –

"Ye Shubai."

As she spoke, Wen Yun swiftly pulled out a Magic Stone the size of a head, starting to chant advanced magic, while Ye Shubai tightened his grip on the wooden sword, his killing intent growing stronger.

Meanwhile, Hong Yan below suddenly revealed a charming smile, "That’s right, he is the most terrifying ultimate sword cultivator in the entire cultivation world, known for his deadly skills!"

She raised her hand and someone brought a plate covered with luxurious animal fur onto the stage.

"We demons have always admired the strong! Although Ye Shubai is our mortal enemy, he is also the most respected sword cultivator. Thanks to him, our top aristocratic circle in the Demon Realm has popularized this new attire."

Speaking of this, she seductively opened her pure white fur cape, revealing a celestial sword cultivator outfit underneath.

Wen Yun, "…"

Just as she was halfway through casting a spell, she suddenly couldn’t continue.

With a strange look, she glanced at Ye Shubai, never expecting that while he was unnoticed among the righteous young people, he had become a villainous idol in the Demon Realm, even leading this bizarre fashion trend?

From this perspective, it is urgent for the young people in both the righteous and demonic realms to focus on their ideological education.

Ye Shubai pressed his lips together tightly, looking slightly peculiar, lost in his thoughts.

And on stage, Hong Yan continued, "Wearing it, you will exude the aura of the strongest in the world!"

Wen Yun mechanically nibbled on a piece of fruit, feeling extremely complex.

Hong Yan was in full swing by now, laughing sweetly, "So everyone knows how difficult it is to get clothing like Ye Shubai’s, and today our auction house has accomplished this difficult task!"

"An authentic sword cultivator robe from the Qingliu Sword Sect, verified by three grandmasters from the auction house, will be up for auction today!"

Upon hearing this, older demon cultivators remained expressionless or showed impatience towards such peculiar matters, while younger demon cultivators cheered excitedly.

Obtaining a regular sword cultivator robe was easy for them, but Ye Shubai’s style… no one had ever heard of anyone having it!

Hong Yan elegantly lifted the snowy white fur to reveal a simple sword cultivator robe neatly folded underneath.

Wen Yun whispered, "This was worn by Martial Brother Zhu."

After a pause, she added with a hint of conscience for doing business, "I even cast a cleaning spell on it."

The second-generation demons below started eagerly competing, including demon cultivators from smaller tribes.

Brother Chicken Feather was among them.

Although they couldn’t understand the ways of these high-class demons or why they were bidding on something completely useless, it didn’t stop them from desiring to fit in with the elite.

"If I wear this outfit to the big feast, even if I’m not officially invited, I won’t be stopped! I might get the chance to meet the wizards from the major tribe…"

"The young master of the Black Snake Tribe is also a young person who has been lurking on the Four Continents for a long time. He must be very familiar with their clothing. If I send him this piece of clothing as a birthday gift, it should be excellent…"

There was a sudden flurry of auction bids below, and the prices were not ridiculously high, after all, only young wizards were interested in this kind of thing.

However, the money from selling just one piece was enough for Wen Yun to afford a luxurious suite for a month.

She listened to the voices below, feeling a bit strange.

Indeed, demon cultivators are strong but simple-minded.

She thought, if there were really dozens of clueless folks handing over clothes worn by Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong to the young master of the Black Snake Tribe…

How would that brother’s expression look in the end?