Chapter 5

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Chapter 5: The Wife

Wen Yun now faced two choices.

The first choice was to sob and expose Xie Mian’s false reputation, letting the unpredictable three martial brothers seek revenge.

The second choice was to make up a story.

Wen Yun decisively chose the second option.

When compared to a prestigious family, a lowly disciple like her naturally sided with the latter. If she dared to speak the truth now, she risked being captured and silenced by the Xie Family.

Wen Yun didn’t see herself as the protagonist in a novel, capable of challenging a noble family right after meeting them.

She dared to enter the inner door because she heard that the direct disciple was going to hunt down the demon cultivator in the next few days, so she didn’t have to worry about Xie Mian for at least two or three years.

It’s better to rely on oneself than on others, and now she has enough time to improve her strength at The Tenth Peak.

It’s never too late for a cultivator to seek revenge. After all, with a higher cultivation level, closing for a hundred years feels like just a blink of an eye.

So Wen Yun remained calm and fabricated a tragic story on the spot about losing both parents and having her Golden Core taken by the demon cultivator.

The righteous path and the demonic path have had a deep feud for thousands of years, and even Wen Yun had heard about it.

It is said that five hundred years ago, the demonic path was much stronger than the righteous path. If not for the three major sects and four major families working together to force them overseas, the inland would have been under their control long ago.

After five hundred years of peace, in the past decade, they have been secretly regaining strength. Wen Yun’s words unintentionally echoed this.

Sure enough, as soon as they heard it was the work of the demon cultivator, they immediately stopped asking further questions and looked at her with pity.

Many geniuses have fallen into the hands of demon cultivators throughout the years, Wen Yun is not the only one, they have witnessed many over the centuries.

Seeing how young Wen Yun was and how sad she looked, Xu Wanfeng couldn’t help but feel sorry for her and kindly took her to the Internal Affairs Hall to get her share.

Of course, he was kind to all female disciples, and how kind he was varied depending on their appearance.

Just as they arrived near the Internal Affairs Hall, another elder lady called Xu Wanfeng away, leaving Wen Yun to go by herself.

There were many disciples getting their shares here, and several familiar faces from the outer courtyard had come up, including Ming Yuan.

Wen Yun handed over her identity token, only to see the person frown after a quick glance.

"Oh no, don’t try to trick me! You can’t even make a proper fake token, instead of choosing to be at The Tenth Peak, where did you even hear about The Tenth Peak in the inner sect!"

Seeing this, Ming Yuan couldn’t help but laugh and casually moved forward to push Wen Yun aside, handing in her own token.

The steward instantly showed a pleased smile upon seeing that Ming Yuan belonged to The First Peak.

"So you’re the younger martial sister from The First Peak. You look unfamiliar, who is your true mentor?"

Ming Yuan proudly replied, "I am a disciple of Master Zhao."

The steward’s smile deepened, "My apologies, my apologies. So you are Elder Hongzhuo’s granddaughter. Your future will be limitless as a young martial sister!"

Ming Yuan took the item and didn’t forget to mock Wen Yun beside her with empty hands, "Where is Martial Sister Wen burning fire now on which peak? I’ve searched all over the inner gate but couldn’t find anything about The Tenth Peak."

The steward followed with a strange tone, "I’ve been in this Internal Affairs Hall for three years, and there has never been any mention of The Tenth Peak from above."

Before Wen Yun could speak, a tremendous pressure suddenly rose, and everyone in the Internal Affairs Hall except Wen Yun was knocked to the ground.

Xu Wanfeng walked in from outside at a steady pace, and tossed out a bag of items.

"He said these items are none of your business, right? Fine, then we’ll take them all back and carefully search for your share."

"…"

Isn’t this blatant robbery?

However, Wen Yun is a obedient younger sister, quickly helping Second Master Brother grab…no, pack things.

After packing up, Xu Wanfeng took a few steps forward and stopped in front of Ming Yuan, squatting down with a smile to look at her.

"Do not fear, round-faced younger sister, I am not a bad person."

Ming Yuan’s mind was filled with the horrific scene of the senior brother getting his mouth slashed, she covered her mouth in terror and retreated.

The chilling aura of the Green Bamboo Sword hung in front of her eyes, Xu Wanfeng gestured with his finger and the sword lightly tapped Ming Yuan’s round face, scaring her nearly to faint.

Still wearing a harmless smile, he kindly pointed at Wen Yun for Ming Yuan to see.

"You can insult her."

His finger shook.

"You cannot insult The Tenth Peak."

Wen Yun, "…"

Second Master Brother, please show some kindness to your younger martial sister’s dignity!

Second Master Brother was very kind to his younger martial sister. After leaving the Internal Affairs Hall, he gave Wen Yun a full space bag.

Even though Wen Yun couldn’t open it without spirit Qi, it was just for display when she received it.

Xu Wanfeng was still unsatisfied, complaining to Wen Yun, "The young ones at The First Peak never learn their lesson; they need proper guidance."

Wen Yun thought he still wanted to go to The First Peak to steal things, but she didn’t expect…

He brought back two people.

The young one looked familiar; he was the person whose mouth Xu Wanfeng had scarred.

The elderly gentleman in the brocade robe was Elder Hongzhuo from The First Peak.

He was a powerful figure with peak cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage, highly respected wherever he went, but now he was stiffly kneeling at the foot of The Tenth Peak.

Xu Wanfeng counted, "Carry on, there are eight hundred and seventy-two left."

His eyes were filled with humiliation and anger as he glared at Wen Yun nearby.

Then with a loud "thud," he knocked his head down again and stood up to continue glaring at Wen Yun.

"Don’t stare at me like that," Wen Yun frowned, saying, "I’m just sweeping the floor here."

It was true, The Tenth Peak had not been cleaned for many years, and the three of them flew in and out, making the road almost unrecognizable.

She was just sweeping the floor when Elder Hongzhuo and his disciple were dropped down.

However, Elder Hongzhuo was coincidentally forced to kneel and knock his head here, too scared to stare at Xu Wanfeng, so he glared at Wen Yun instead.

Xu Wanfeng lazily said, "Hongzhuo, dare you stare at a person from The Tenth Peak?"

Elder Hongzhuo quickly lowered his head and spoke the first sentence after reaching The Tenth Peak.

"Hongzhuo dares not, Martial Uncle Zǔ."

Xu Wanfeng raised his chin towards Wen Yun and said, "She’s new here, so I won’t take advantage of you."

Before Elder Hongzhuo could relax, Xu Wanfeng continued, "In the future, just call her Martial Uncle when you see her."

So Elder Hongzhuo reluctantly agreed, "Martial Uncle it is."

As soon as this was said, Wen Yun’s eyelids trembled.

She silently glanced at the gray-haired Hongzhuo, and then at the youthful Xu Wanfeng.

After Elder Hongzhuo nodded respectfully a thousand times to his disciple, she could no longer hold back.

"Second Master Brother, your seniority seems quite high?"

Second Master Brother glanced at her inexplicably, "Didn’t I tell you before? I am the eighth-generation disciple, you are listed as the ninth-generation disciple."

After pondering for a moment, Wen Yun asked curiously, "What generation disciple is the sect leader?"

"Just like Hongzhuo, he is the tenth generation."

So, in the future, when Xie Mian sees her, he will still need to respectfully address her…

Martial Uncle Ancestor?

There was a moment of silence before Wen Yun asked a probing question.

"Second Master Brother, may I ask your age?"

Xu Wanfeng shyly smiled, "I am not that old, only five hundred and twenty years."

He had expected to see Wen Yun’s shocked expression, but the young girl just nodded calmly and said, "That’s okay, we are similar in age."

She lived for five hundred years in her previous life, which was quite a long time.

Xu Wanfeng, "Are you serious, younger martial sister?"

"Yes," Wen Yun nodded firmly. "Senior brother, you are only five hundred years old, just as young as me."

However, she also had a rough idea of Xu Wanfeng’s strength.

In the cultivation world, the lifespan increases to two hundred years at the Golden Core Stage, and to five hundred years at the Nascent Soul Stage. Xu Wanfeng’s cultivation is definitely above that — the Soul Changing Stage!

Soul Changing Stage!

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"Some of us have been fasting already, but Elder Martial Brother will probably drink tonight. Prepare some snacks for him to go with the wine."

Leading Wen Yun through the various halls of The Tenth Peak, Xu Wanfeng suddenly remembered that Wen Yun seemed keen on lighting fires and chopping wood.

He pointed to the corner shed and said, "There seems to be a lot of leftover wood from Third Junior Brother’s sword practice in there. Go check if it’s enough."

"There are just ordinary trees on the mountain, so we can chop wood as needed."

After quickly giving a few instructions, he flew away on his sword.

After receiving praise from his younger martial sister, boosting his confidence, Xu Wanfeng decided to accept the invitation from the eleventh generation female disciple.

Wen Yun began fulfilling the duties of a dismissed disciple.

Elder Martial Brother needed some snacks for the evening banquet, but since it was getting late, he had to hurry to prepare.

She opened the shed, grabbed a bunch of dry wood, and threw it into the stove to start a fire for cooking.

In the next moment, she felt completely frozen in place.

After a while, her hand began to tremble uncontrollably, and then she slowly caressed the partially decayed wood, with a look of obsession.

After taking a deep breath and then exhaling, Wen Yun finally found her lost composure.

No, she still couldn’t calm down.

She was sure that at this moment, there was not a single magician who could stay calm!

"Fire hemlock!"

It is said to only grow in extremely hot places, requiring very little water, and is one of the best materials for advanced fire magic wands.

In her past life, Wen Yun had seen a wand made of a hundred-year-old fire hemlock. While other wands released lead ball Fireballs, this one released basketball-sized Fireballs!

However, the one she had in her hand was at least five hundred years old. If she threw a Fireball with this, she would win in terms of power.

Even in the world of magic, such high-quality materials are rare.

Wen Yun hesitated, wondering if they had mistakenly misplaced this treasure. Although fire hemlock was valuable, stealing was wrong, and Wen Yun couldn’t do such a thing.

Bai Yushan was pushing a wheelchair and passing by at that moment.

"Brother Bai, please wait!"

The wheelchair stopped, and Bai Yushan silently stared at Wen Yun as she held a rotten piece of wood in her hands.

It was really rotten, falling apart at the edges.

"Did Brother accidentally drop this?"

"No." Was he someone who carries around rotten wood?

Then he noticed that the girl’s eyes were shining and her tone had become eager.

"Can I have it?"

"Yes."

After hearing these words, Wen Yun touched the fire hemlock and happily hugged it.

A magician’s wand is as important as a sword cultivator’s sword, like a spouse.

She has a spouse now!

Bai Yushan, "…"

Second Master Brother is right, Martial Sister Wen really enjoys chopping wood and making fires.

Carefully placing the fire hemlock in its place, Wen Yun happily returned to the woodshed to find regular firewood.

This time when she entered, she paid attention, carefully scanning all the wood inside the room.

After recognizing the types of firewood stacked in the room—

Wen Yun slowly pressed her chest to prevent herself from fainting due to excitement.

Too exciting, too exciting!

What a trashy item is the hundred-year-old fire hemlock?

Five hundred years old blood pine, eight hundred years old Thunder Bamboo, thousand-year-old elderberry!

All the advanced materials that countless magicians spend their whole lives pursuing are just thrown away as firewood in this old woodshed!