Chapter 50

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Chapter 50: Handsome Shen Got the Wrong Script

After watching the demon cultivators fight, it was already noon. On the way back, Wen Yun had another good meal, and when they arrived at the inn, their stomachs were slightly bulging.

"I just went to inquire again."

Wen Yun firmly believed that when a wizard was out, they must be careful. She closed the door carefully and casually placed a spell on it to prevent eavesdropping. Only then did she comfortably take off her big leather hat.

Maybe it was because the hat was too thick, or maybe her emotions were a bit too high at the moment, causing a blush to appear on her fair face and her eyes filled with black, watery charm.

She tilted her head up and pulled on Ye Shubai’s sleeve to look at him.

She said, "That black snake young master called Mo You is probably the shameless thief we encountered in the Dark Heaven Secret Realm. As for the righteous cultivator he brought along, people say he is young and handsome, carrying a sword on his back. That must be Martial Brother Shen without a doubt."

After speaking, she took out her space bag and weighed it in her hand. "This information was pried out from the guards at the City Master’s mansion. It must be accurate."

She paid a great deal of magic crystals for this information.

Cold Abyss City is a large city of the demon race, where there are countless demon soldiers and numerous demon cultivators. In the city master’s mansion, demon soldiers are present every three steps, but there will be a chance to safely take Shen Xinghai away during the grand banquet tomorrow.

She could boldly fly in, but Wen Yun was always worried that once she flew up, the demon cultivators below might tear Shen Xinghai apart before she arrived.

She sighed, "I wonder why Martial Brother Shen is so unlucky, encountering hardships wherever he goes. His fate really resembles that of a typical protagonist in a book."

Only the brave main character in the story would go through so much danger but never die, right?

Saving people is important, Wen Yun rolled up her sleeves and before she could even speak, Ye Shubai handed her paper and pen.

Indeed, he was becoming more and more aware of being a sword spirit.

The Black Snake Tribe’s behavior was too strange, Wen Yun started to suspect they were descendants of a dark magician.

"We must use magic to fight against magic."

While making a magic scroll, she solemnly warned Ye Shubai in a serious tone.

Not knowing the enemy’s strength, Wen Yun learned the lesson to prepare for the worst and be fully ready after being killed by her own curse.

It was because she was cautious enough that she could escape after killing Xie Mian.

Ye Shubai didn’t see a problem with the statement about sword cultivators’ pride, as he had witnessed in the Dark Heaven Secret Realm that normal sword attacks in the soul state could not harm the opponent. Wen Yun’s seemingly powerful magic actually caused great damage to the demon cultivator.

Ye Shubai didn’t know when he also held a feather pen in his hand, his bony hand pressed on the wrinkled magic paper. He glanced quietly at Wen Yun and began to draw quietly, following her stroke by stroke.

Wen Yun skillfully drew the intricate patterns, a golden light flashed, and the scroll was successful.

At the next moment, Ye Shubai made the final stroke, a black smoke emerged, and the paper under his hand caught fire.

"What are you doing?" Wen Yun noticed the smoke and looked up at Ye Shubai in confusion.

"Practicing drawing the Skywolf Tribe totem." Ye Shubai grabbed the burning paper with his bare hands, trying to appear calm but his neck stiffened slightly, raising his head to avoid Wen Yun’s gaze.

Wen Yun was convinced by his answer and nodded, "You should practice more, don’t end up drawing a wolf as a dog."

Ye Shubai didn’t want to argue with her about who was better at drawing. He calmed his slightly guilty heart for lying, lowered his head to look at the scroll Wen Yun drew, and asked softly, "Is this the magic you used before?"

"Are you talking about the Holy Light Judgment?" Wen Yun tossed aside a depleted Magic Stone and confidently took out a new one as a replacement, saying, "That is advanced magic, it needs dragon skin and dragon blood to seal into a scroll. With these shoddy materials I have, I can only seal low-level magic."

"Although my random teleportation scrolls are advanced magic, because I understand the laws of time and space, I can barely seal them on these scraps of paper. But they can’t last too long."

Then, she slowly lifted her head and suddenly remembered something.

"Oh… I haven’t looked closely at that booklet yet."

She was talking about the soul cultivation technique given by the auction house manager. At first, she just skimmed through it and found it wasn’t real dragon skin, so she lost interest as it was inferior to dragon skin.

But now, she realized that it could come in handy!

Wen Yun delicately flipped through the space bag and took out the old technique manual.

Inside, it described a method of soul cultivation that was like a basic version of a magician’s meditation. After flipping through it a couple of times, she lost interest. Instead, she eagerly stared at the blank cover made of fake dragon skin and even reached out to touch it gently.

Ye Shubai saw the light in her eyes and sensed something was wrong. Although they had only known each other for a few months, they had experienced countless years in the world of memories.

The way her eyes sparkled and her lips curled up reminded him of when she had coveted the fat fish he was raising.

"Rip—"

Ye Shubai thought to himself, "I was right after all. Who would have thought that she actually tore off the cover!"

Wen Yun smoothed out the slightly wrinkled fake dragon skin and explained, "Since the cover is empty, it’s best to make full use of it."

Without wasting any time, she gazed at the fake dragon skin decisively, then bit her finger to draw blood and pressed it on the skin without hesitation.

Although Ye Shubai wanted to intervene, he knew she was focused on her task and could only watch silently.

Wen Yun was fully absorbing the energy from the Magic Stone. In a real battle, she wouldn’t have time to chant spells, so she wouldn’t miss this chance to use the advanced scroll!

Without dragon blood but with the fake dragon skin, she decided to create fake dragon blood!

With blood from her fingertip slowly tracing intricate lines on the parchment, anyone with knowledge of magic would recognize it as advanced light magic only used by bishops of The Church of Light – the Judgment of Holy Light!

This magic is said to have the purest power, capable of dispelling all undead and darkness.

It took Wen Yun a very long time to create this scroll.

The sunlight outside the window slowly moved westward as the day went on, casting twisted shadows of the ancient tree outside onto the small table by the window. The dense magic patterns on the paper appeared darker and more mysterious, even the once bright red bloodstains turned rusty.

Wen Yun’s face was as pale as paper, making her eyes even darker.

Her fingers pressed tightly on the last blank space on the fake dragon skin, as if giving her final effort to draw the last stroke.

As the drops of blood seeped into the fake dragon skin, the Magic Stone under her left hand suddenly shattered into pieces, reflecting countless tiny dots of light as the sunset and the dazzling light from the magic scroll merged into one.

"Done!"

Wen Yun exclaimed in joy, grabbing Ye Shubai next to her.

Ye Shubai quickly held her small fingers, gently wrapping the cut with a white handkerchief.

She leaned against the window, smiling carefree. "It’s alright, just a small cut. Take your time wrapping it, it’s already healing."

Ye Shubai looked at her, wiping sweat from his forehead, he found her shining the most in this radiant light.

His eyes were dark like ink, and he said, "I will practice magic with you."

He paused, then lowered his head, with thick, long eyelashes as black as crow feathers, very pretty to look at.

"I have mastered sword skills, and I am also diligent in learning magic."

This sentence sounded like he didn’t believe she was so skilled in magic, but his tone didn’t seem to carry that meaning at all. Wen Yun just silently looked down at him, waiting for his next words.

He carefully tied a beautiful butterfly bow with a handkerchief at her fingertips.

"Next time something like this happens, I’ll take care of it."

So he was… worrying for her?

Wen Yun was taken aback, feeling uncomfortable, she turned her face away, pretending to admire the sunset, and jokingly said, "Seems like you’re very conscious of being a sword spirit now."

She thought he would retort teasingly as usual, but after a long silence, he just softly agreed.

He did not argue back?

He said coldly, "Surely can’t be worse than your previous wand spirit."

A strange warmth surged up from her chest, hotter than the flames breathed out by the little fire dragon.

Wen Yun, who usually remained calm in the face of disaster, found herself speechless this time, only the steady breathing of the man beside her mixing with the sound of her own heartbeat.

She pressed her lips together, unsure how to respond.

Throughout the long years, she had gotten used to handling everything on her own, including protecting herself.

Suddenly having someone by her side sharing the burden felt strangely comforting.

Should she encourage him, saying he’s now just as good as the little fire dragon?

Or should she be honest and tell him, that her previous wand spirit was completely unaware, biting her head every day and breathing fire everywhere?

Wen Yun’s fingers were digging hard into the window, trying to maintain a cold and calm expression on her face.

Just as she was feeling conflicted, a sudden sharp whistle outside the window was followed by a burst of explosions in the sky, creating numerous dazzling fireworks.

The commotion pulled her out of her moment of conflict, prompting her to turn around and look outside.

A voice shouted, but she didn’t know who it was.

"The grand feast is ready, all guests are invited to City Master’s mansion!"

Like a fuse being lit, a sudden wave of roaring cheers erupted outside, even the inn started ringing brass gongs.

"Black Snake Tribe Mo Youyoung master’s hundredth birthday, offering ten thousand barrels of fine wine to celebrate with everyone in Cold Abyss City!"

"Offering a million magic crystals, to celebrate with everyone in Cold Abyss City!"

"Offering five thousand slaves, to celebrate with everyone in Cold Abyss City!"

…

It is said that this time everyone is invited because of Tianlang Ha’s inheritance. You can see that these small tribes are living in poverty, so coming to Cold Abyss City this time can bring a big reward. Even those who did not receive an invitation are not wasting their trip.

As for those who received invitations, they are considered honored guests who can dine with the City Master and the young master of the Black Snake Tribe.

Amid the silent excitement, the honored guests Wen Yun and Ye Shubai mingled in the crowd, calmly walking towards the City Master’s residence holding their invitations.

The City Master’s residence was quite luxurious, quite different from the rugged style of the Demon Realm.

Not only was Wen Yun excitedly looking around, even the other demon cultivators nearby seemed to be entering for the first time, all looking like country bumpkins.

However, Wen Yun was not fascinated by the City Master’s residence, but by the other demon cultivators nearby.

Why do all the demon cultivators we’ve met along the way look so tall and handsome?

"It seems like the invitations were given based on appearances." Wen Yun said to Ye Shubai with realization, "Look, among the hundreds of people invited to the City Master’s residence, most of them look pretty good."

The other weird fruits and ugly fruits seem to be nobles from big tribes, all handsome men wearing simple animal skins like them.

Also, they are all men, not many beautiful women.

Ye Shubai quietly looked at her, then spoke after a while, "I thought you were observing the terrain."

She looked so serious just now, was she actually looking at those handsome male demon cultivators?

Wen Yun chuckled awkwardly, saying, "I’ll observe the enemies first before checking the terrain…"

Just as she was about to explain, to prove that she wasn’t into beauty, the Message Jade Slip under the animal skin suddenly trembled.

Wen Yun quickly pulled Ye Shubai to a corner and whispered, "Something might have happened in Yimin Village!"

The news from across the sea was too far to reach here, so it might be a message left by A’hua’s grandmother in the Message Jade Slip before she left.

As expected, as soon as the connection was made, a boy’s crying voice could be heard from the other end–

"Sobbing Immortal Master, Fairy Sister…"

It was the boy named Black Stone who cried a lot.

Black Stone cried for a long time without being able to explain, and A’xiu next to him anxiously grabbed the Message Jade Slip.

"Immortal Master! There are strangers who intruded near our village!"

Wen Yun immediately became alert and asked, "How are you all doing now? Is everything okay?"

Earlier, those from the Skywolf Tribe came to search and hunt down people from Yimin Village, so this time it was very likely to be them again!

A’xiu seemed nervous too, but at least he could explain better than Black Stone.

It turned out that a child from their village sneaked down to the ground to play, and accidentally found that the wild boar trap they had set earlier had been stepped on. Upon closer inspection, they found an unconscious man inside.

The child was very young and was already scared to admit sneaking out. When they saw a stranger, they got even more scared and ran back without telling the adults.

A’xiu noticed something was wrong until evening and forced the matter out of him.

"Grandma wants to stay in the village to watch over others, but I brought the treasure you left to deal with that demon cultivator with Blackstone!"

The treasure he mentioned was the magic scroll left by Wen Yun.

Wen Yun listened to A’xiu’s report of the situation over there seriously. It was too late to rush back now. She could only silently worry for the two children in her heart.

A’xiu’s voice suddenly started trembling, "He’s moving, it seems like he’s waking up!"

Wen Yun quickly ordered, "Tear apart the scroll and throw it at him!"

After saying that, she regretted leaving a low-level Fireball scroll. It would be useless against a slightly powerful opponent!

At the bottom of the pit, Shen Xinghai, who had slept for a whole day, finally regained some strength and slowly opened his heavy eyes.

Someone was lying on top of his head… a child?

Shen Xinghai’s anxious heart finally calmed down a bit, thank goodness!

It seems there are people nearby, after drifting at sea for half a month, he can finally rest a bit…

Just then, above the boar pit, A’xiu, following Wen Yun’s instructions, raised a magical scroll –

He roared, "demon cultivator, meet your end!"

Shen Xinghai’s mind was in confusion, before he could figure out what the kid was yelling, a flash of fire suddenly appeared above him.

As the magical scroll tore apart, a fireball suddenly formed and dropped straight towards the boar pit.

This fireball looked too familiar.

Uh-oh, this looks so much like Martial Sister Wen’s Sword Intent Transformation!

Shen Xinghai awkwardly defended with his sword, but at this moment, he had no spirit Qi to use, and the pit bottom was narrow, so he could only desperately twist his body to dodge.

He cleared his throat and said in a rough voice, "Wait, kids, what are you going to do?"

The mischievous kid at the top looked amazed and excited, ignoring the chaos below, "This must be the work of a magician!"

The black stone was also shocked, immediately snatching a magic scroll from A’xiu and tearing it apart.

Following A’xiu’s lead, he angrily shouted, "The evil magician must die!"

Oh, saying cool lines like that really makes you feel awesome, doesn’t it?

A sharp ice cone shot towards Shen Xinghai, but his sword was quick enough to prevent his head from being pierced.

Frowning, he defended himself in a hoarse voice, "I am not an evil magician!"

A’xiu snorted cleverly, not falling for it, "Grandma always said evil magicians are cunning and deceitful, nothing they say is true!"

The black stone nodded vigorously, "The magician also warned us not to trust anyone!"

After speaking, the two made a mess and tore the scrolls into pieces, smashing them down. Shen Xinghai, who had strengthened his body with basic magic, fainted again.

Unfortunately, there weren’t enough scrolls.

Brave A’xiu tied up the person with a black stone and planned to take him back to Yimin Village to be handled by Grandma A’hua.

The two young heroes proudly reported to Wen Yun, "Immortal Master! We have caught this demon cultivator again! Yimin Village is safe once more, you can go save the other Immortal Master now!"

Wen Yun heard a noisy commotion but couldn’t make out what they were saying, only knowing shortly after that A’xiu had good news.

She comforted Ye Shubai, saying, "The younger generation is truly impressive!"

Thankfully, they had left enough scrolls from before, so the villagers were safe, and she could now go rescue others without worry!

At the moment the Message Jade Slip broke, the heavy door made of mysterious crystal iron suddenly closed.

Countless lamps lit up, turning the night into day.

In the crowded gathering of demon cultivators, a low hissing sound was heard.

Upon entering, they discovered that the walls of the City Master’s mansion were terrifyingly high, and the area they were in was also empty, making them feel oppressed by the closed gate.

Someone hesitantly turned around and expressed their unease.

"Why do I feel like…we’re locked in?"