Chapter 51

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Chapter 51: My Magical Wand Spirit!

Beautiful lights pierced through the dark night, fireworks shot up into the sky in a dazzling display. However, the demon cultivators below paid no attention to the fireworks, hurrying to their seats and focusing on the tempting wine on the table.

Those sitting outside the hall were from small tribes. Although they sometimes drank a cup of wine or fought to get magic crystals to buy good wine, compared to the fine wine in the City Master’s mansion, their drinks were tasteless!

The demon race was highly divided, with large tribes being extravagant, adorning their tall buildings with precious gems. Those with awakened talents were provided with the best resources to enhance their strengths.

The small tribes were not much different from their situation a thousand years ago, living in mud and wooden houses. Their lives revolved around shelter, food, and nothing more.

Many children with awakened talents had to hunt and plunder like the adults, fighting with other tribes at a young age to secure food or a jug of wine for the winter.

In the cold Demon Realm, a sip of strong liquor could save a life. This seemingly insignificant liquid was the most precious thing to them.

As the cold grew stronger, although these people had awakened talents and strong bodies, they still craved a cup of hot wine to warm themselves, especially such good wine.

Someone stared at the wine glass on the table, reaching out to it, licking their lips and murmuring, "This wine smells much better than the usual strong wine we drink…"

"Bang!"

The City Master’s mansion guard holding a long spear next to him forcefully opened the man’s hand and scolded, "Behave yourself, the masters have not arrived yet, and you dare to act first?"

The hierarchy in the Demon Realm is strict. People from these small tribes may challenge ordinary people from the large tribes, but individuals like the City Master of Cold Abyss City or the young master of the Black Snake Tribe are not to be offended.

Even the most hot-tempered demon cultivators sat obediently in their seats, eagerly peeking towards the main hall, waiting for the signal to start eating.

Seated in the main hall were guests from several large tribes. They were not as crude as the demon cultivators outside, sitting upright with elaborate animal fur robes or large gemstone chains around their waists.

There were also young demon cultivators dressed in sword cultivator clothing. Their tight outfits seemed ready to burst at any moment as they did not fit their slender figures.

Some people carried poorly carved wooden swords, occasionally showing off to their tablemates, looking very cool.

If someone asked them what they were doing, they would arrogantly lift their chins and say that true strong individuals dress this way.

They would proudly display the gifts they prepared, boasting to those around them that these were expensive sword cultivator equipment purchased at a high price, guaranteed to be genuine by the young master Mo You.

The relaxing atmosphere lasted until the City Master of Cold Abyss City arrived at the main hall.

A strong and nearly tangible fierce wind spiraled above the crowd’s heads, with a cold feeling rising layer by layer. It seemed like a black mist covered the entire sky.

Finally, the mist shrouded behind the pearl curtains at the innermost part of the main hall.

Wen Yun and Ye Shubai exchanged a glance, both seeing seriousness in each other’s eyes.

This mist, identical to the Dark Heaven Secret Realm, even the cold feeling was familiar.

Obviously, Mo You was hidden in this mist!

The demon cultivators in front started trembling all over and knelt down in awe and fear when the mist appeared, their faces showing reverence and fear.

The totems on their necks became more prominent.

Wen Yun and Ye Shubai sat in the corner, benefiting from the low status of the Skywolf Tribe in the Demon Realm. Their remote location made it so no one wanted to sit with them. Blocked by walls on two sides and a large tree in front, kneeling was unnecessary.

But to avoid being seen, she still pulled Ye Shubai to squat in the corner, carefully watching the demon cultivators showing their totems in the front.

The two of them quietly pressed down the large beast skin hats on their heads, covering their entire faces.

"Why did they suddenly start showing their totems? We must not be discovered!"

They dared not show the totems on the back of their necks, as revealing the peculiar wolf totem would definitely give them away.

Ye Shubai was tall and Wen Yun had him squeezed in the corner, unable to move. Curiously, she was now tilting her head to gaze at herself, so he had to try hard to keep his body upright and not offend her.

"When demon cultivators kneel and reveal their totems, it signifies submission."

Ye Shubai softly explained, "The tribes that have come today are mostly small tribes near Cold Abyss City. They rely on the Black Snake Tribe for survival and are submissive to them."

"Moreover, demon cultivators value martial power far more than orthodox cultivators."

"I know this." Wen Yun tugged at Ye Shubai’s sleeve, excitedly saying, "You are quite famous in the Demon Realm, with many imitators, all because of the worship of martial power."

"…Ahem." Ye Shubai looked a bit uncomfortable, he skipped that topic and continued, "Cold Abyss City City Master is extremely powerful, so they willingly kneel down."

Wen Yun didn’t know much about the strength of demon cultivators, and curiously asked, "How strong are they?"

Ye Shubai calmly replied, "Transmigration Realm."

As soon as he said those three words, a tall man in armor had already stepped into the hall, with a fierce scar across his face, his gaze as sharp as a sword.

Lord of the Cold Abyss City!

He stood in front of the black mist, looking down on everyone.

As the second generation of the powerful demons sitting in the hall also bowed slightly under the strong pressure, he finally smirked with satisfaction.

"Today is the auspicious day of Mo You young master’s one hundredth birthday, you all are the talented young ones of our demon race, and you must have heard of Mo You young master’s reputation!"

"Young master is the pride of our Black Snake Tribe, the hope for the revival of the Demon Realm, a once-in-a-millennium genius!"

No one dared to argue in front of the powerful Transmigration Stage expert, everyone knelt on the ground in silence.

Wen Yun muttered quietly, "We should cheer loudly with the leader at this time… Those demon cultivators have no manners."

Ye Shubai remained silent.

Even more discourteous were the VIPs sitting in the hall.

Unlike the demon cultivators from the smaller tribes outside, who rely on Cold Abyss City and the Black Snake Tribe to get by, they were the true guests of this grand feast.

Their show of respect was only for the sake of honoring the Lord of the Cold Abyss City, a formidable Transmigration Realm expert. They had no respect at all for Mo You.

A young man in sword cultivator attire stood up, bowed hastily, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "City Master, on behalf of the Fox tribe, I have come from afar to Cold Abyss City. Why haven’t we seen Mo Youyoung master yet?"

After speaking, he glanced faintly into the black mist behind the hall, chuckled lightly, and said, "I heard that Mo Youyoung master has been lurking in the Four Continents for over ten years. Now suddenly returning without showing himself, could it be that he was disabled by the righteous sword cultivators…"

Before he could finish his words, a very hoarse voice came from the black mist.

Only one word–

"Kill."

The Lord of the Cold Abyss City grabbed a person from the Fox Tribe, looked at him expressionlessly, and then twisted his neck backhandedly…

The dark red blood flowed down, pooling into a large puddle. Even the violent demon cultivator was shocked by the scene before him.

The others sitting in the grand hall felt a chill down their spine.

In the Demon Realm, the Fox Tribe was considered a major faction, yet the Black Snake Tribe was showing them no respect!

The Lord of the Cold Abyss City casually kicked the head of the Fox Tribe youth down the steps, sneering, "Those who dare to question Mo Youyoung master will meet this end! You all know that young master has gone to the Four Continents, but do you know who he has brought back this time?"

Wen Yun became even more wary, muttering to herself, "I know, he has brought back my Martial Brother Shen."

The Lord of the Cold Abyss City said, "The Three Great Sects and the Four Great Clans are the supreme powers in the Four Continents. And this time, the righteous thief brought back is from one of the Four Great Clans!"

Wen Yun’s tense face relaxed slightly, she furrowed her brow and tried to correct the City Master in her mind, "No… Martial Brother Shen is from the First Sect, not the Xie Family!"

"This dog is the head of the Xie Family, one of the four righteous families!"

With the Lord of the Cold Abyss City’s words, a thick iron chain, as thick as an arm, was thrown out by him, with a person who looked like a dead dog tied to the end of it. The person’s clothes were so dirty that the color couldn’t be seen clearly. His bones seemed to have been broken, unable to stand, lying on the ground in agony.

That’s not Shen Xinghai, that’s… Xie Xun!

After the demon cultivators below were briefly shocked by the news, they suddenly erupted into a collective roar-

"Kill him!"

"Kill all the followers of the righteous path!"

The feud between the righteous and demonic paths had become irreconcilable, to the point where a daring demon cultivator casually picked up a roasted pig’s head and smashed it towards a person cowering on the ground.

Ironically, after the heavy roasted pig’s head fell down, the person on the ground not only did not increase in pain, but instead suddenly woke up. He crawled over like a worm and started crazily gnawing, his face swollen and unrecognizable due to the chewing motion of his cheeks.

In the Demon Realm where there is no spiritual energy to absorb, and no Inedia Pill to eat, Xie Xun, even as a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, was struggling to hold on.

The former esteemed head of the Xie Family, now shamefully scrambling for food on the ground, was lower than even the stray dogs.

Mo You’s voice sounded from the dark mist, "This is the righteous sword cultivator you all fear? Look at this dog-like appearance, are you still afraid?"

The demon cultivators below erupted in mocking laughter, watching the righteous cultivator who had defeated them in the past now reduced to begging for food on the ground.

"Aren’t righteous cultivators supposed to have the highest integrity? This person is worse than a dog!"

"Even righteous cultivators are just like this! The so-called unwavering spirit of the sword cultivator that the ancestors spoke of is all fake!"

"The Demon Realm would never produce such embarrassing behavior!"

Mo You sneered, "As long as you pledge loyalty to my Black Snake Tribe, one day, I will make all righteous dogs like this Xie Family head, making them all grovel at our feet for scraps."

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd below excitedly cheered Mo You’s name, almost worshipping him like a god.

Even the important guests from other big tribes looked at the black fog with complicated expressions, thinking about the current strength of the Black Snake Tribe.

Everyone knows that demon cultivators were once destroyed by the righteous cultivators, but it has been hundreds of years since they recovered their power. Yet, they are still fighting among themselves in a corner of the Demon Realm and dare not invade the Four Continents across the sea.

Because they were once afraid of a powerful sword cultivator.

But their ambition has never disappeared. Mo You’s words have greatly fueled their ambition, spreading like wildfire!

A young man from the Lion Tribe stood up and respectfully said to the black fog, "Master Mo You, on behalf of the Fire Lion Tribe, I present a gift to you!"

The Demon Realm has five major tribes, and the Fire Lion Tribe is one of the largest among them! They are ranked fifth on the Killing List and are famous nowadays.

He opened his hand to reveal a small and exquisite wooden boat.

As soon as the boat appeared, the eyes of the Lord of the Cold Abyss City narrowed. "Is this a magic boat?!"

It is said that this magic boat can grow in water and shrink on land. The method of making it has been lost, and it is said that there are only a few left from the ancient battle between the righteous and demonic cultivators.

The man from the Fire Lion Tribe smiled proudly and said, "In the past, it was with this treasure that my tribe sent most of our troops to the four continents. We were lucky to keep one ship, and since Mo Youyoung master has great ambitions, I will give this precious item to you."

With this thing, even weak demon cultivators can safely reach the continent of the four continents without risking their lives crossing the open sea.

Mo You in the black mist also smiled, the Fire Lion Tribe had long been friendly towards the Black Snake Tribe, and now it seems they have given up on the competition for the Killing List and are ready to become a follower of the Black Snake Tribe.

It makes sense, the Black Snake Tribe already holds the top spot on the Killing List, and with Mo You bringing back the Xie Family’s leader as a servant, I believe

Before long, the reputation of the Black Snake Tribe will soar to its peak.

Several other medium-sized tribes also made friendly gestures towards the Fire Lion Tribe.

Everyone offered gifts, which Mo You accepted graciously, and welcomed their allegiance.

Only two people presented Mo You with the sword cultivator outfit from the Qingliu Sword Sect. When the familiar clothes appeared before Mo You, his breath became unsettled.

He gritted his teeth and said those four words angrily, "Qingliu Sword Sect?"

The two silly demon cultivators below nodded quickly and smiled, "Yes, it’s the same as sword cultivator Ye Shubai’s sect! We put a lot of effort into getting the original version, hoping to please young master Mo Youyoung…"

"Kill."

Mo You gave the ruthless order without hesitation.

The Lord of the Cold Abyss City standing beside expressionlessly broke the necks of two people again, and casually threw their heads onto Xie Xun’s feet.

Xie Xun on the ground ignored the commotion behind him and just ate desperately.

No one noticed tears already flowing down his cheeks, cleaning his dirty face with two streaks. Perhaps from biting too hard and fast, a bloody taste filled his mouth, but he didn’t dare to check, he simply swallowed it along with his tears.

…

Wen Yun stared blankly at the man, her throat tightened, shocked and speechless for a long time.

By now, she was completely stunned, her emotions tangled to the extreme.

After going through so much trouble to chase him, it turns out the person caught was not Shen Xinghai, but Xie Xun?

Where did Martial Brother Shen go?

So, should she be sad or happy now?

Ye Shubai sighed, "It is indeed Xie Xun."

He looked at Xie Xun on the ground, who had lost all dignity as a righteous martial artist, with a complex expression in his eyes, neither pity nor disgust, as if he was looking at a piece of rotten meat.

Wen Yun gritted her teeth, "Since the person caught is this thief, then let’s not bother."

Following the usual plot, they should be watching these people giving gifts there, then finding a chance to rescue Xie Xun, winning him over with charm, assassinating Mo You in public, and thwarting the Demon Realm’s invasion plan of the four continents.

This really has the vibe of a dramatic script: the scene of taking the enemy’s head in the midst of thousands of soldiers is definitely cool, flashy, and handsome.

But Wen Yun is not Dragon Proud Sky after all!

Her last name is Wen, first name is Yun, and has a sly character!

"Let’s find a corner, you cover me while I chant a powerful magic spell to destroy everything here. After that, we can escape in the chaos without worrying about them."

Wouldn’t it be satisfying to blast Xie Xun and the demon cultivator together? Even if we can’t blast them all, at least we can leave them severely injured.

Since there are so many people here and countless more in Cold Abyss City outside, once chaos breaks out, it won’t be easy to resolve it immediately.

Even with the powerful Transmigration Stage expert, Lord of Cold Abyss City, it’s impossible to single out the two of them from the crowd.

Ye Shubai was surprised by her plan, but recalling the commotion she caused at Qianzhen Tower, he thought this plan might actually work.

The only concern is that the chanting time is too long – not sure if the congratulatory gifts will last that long.

Finally, he nodded, "You focus on chanting, I’ll protect you."

Wen Yun nodded, moved back, and then cast a concealment spell on herself and Ye Shubai before quietly sneaking into the corner.

She hid under a big animal skin, Ye Shubai held two Magic Stones for her, and she pretended her hand was a magic wand, making mysterious gestures and muttering words.

Too difficult.

It’s really hard to do advanced magic without a wand.

Wen Yun started sweating a little. Even though she knew she needed to focus to cast magic, she couldn’t help but think about her pile of wands.

Where is her fire hemlock wand, elderberry wand, and the other one?

She had so many wands that she couldn’t even remember them all.

As Wen Yun began chanting a long and advanced range spell, the Lord of the Cold Abyss City in the hall respectfully turned towards the black mist and took out a box encrusted with precious gemstones.

"The origin of this item is extraordinary. Five hundred years ago, when I was still just a soldier, I managed to escape from the Four Continents and found a strange piece of bone."

"I thought the bone was peculiarly shaped, not like human or animal bone, so I kept it as a memento of my involvement in the battle between light and dark magic."

"As I grew stronger, I discovered the mysteries of this treasure. It seemed to hold a terrifying spirit inside! I decided to give this treasure to the young master because no one else is more suited to be its owner than the strongest spirit gifted person like you!"

When the box opened, a small, broken gray bone appeared in front of everyone.

In a corner, Wen Yun, who was chanting a spell, suddenly froze and stared fixedly towards the direction of the hall, as if struck by lightning.

Mo You frowned, staring at the bone, and whispered, "It is indeed quite interesting…"

Before he could finish speaking, the bone in the box suddenly burst into a blazing golden-red light, as if igniting a flame!

The Lord of the Cold Abyss City’s face changed drastically, and he exclaimed in delight, "It has responded! Truly, there is a spirit inside. Mo You, young master, it seems this treasure wants to acknowledge you as its master!"

Wen Yun’s hand trembled, her emotions seemingly ignited by the flame.

It was calling out to her.

It sensed her presence!

Wen Yun’s eyes welled with tears, and her lips curved into a bittersweet smile.

"If you don’t understand, stop talking nonsense. That’s my special wand spirit!"