Chapter 56

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Chapter 56: Frozen Land!

"Martial Brother Ye, has Martial Sister Wen woken up?"

After being denied once again, Shen Xinghai was no longer as flustered as before, but calmly called over his two disciples.

"A’xiu, Blackstone, in the way of the sword, one must keep progressing. Today, with the gentle sea breeze, follow me to practice swordsmanship."

Seven days ago, Wen Yun had already broken through the Nascent Soul Stage, her consumption of spirit stones had also slowed down. It seemed that she managed to save a portion of the spiritual jade and Magic Stones she brought out from the Dark Heaven Secret Realm.

Although she was still asleep, her cultivation was getting stronger and more refined day by day, advancing to the peak of the Nascent Soul realm.

Ten days!

Going from having no cultivation to reaching the Nascent Soul stage at such a shocking speed was unbelievable, even the storyteller in the teahouse wouldn’t dare make up such a tale!

Shen Xinghai was so shocked that he withdrew for two days. It was the night Wen Yun formed her Nascent Soul, and after spending the whole night at sea, riding the waves on a decaying boat, he finally calmed down.

After this moment of calm, he realized that Wen Yun had always been unconventional, not to be judged by normal standards. Why should he, a regular person, compare himself to someone unconventional?

So Shen Xinghai regained his composure and started teaching his apprentice with a positive attitude.

Ye Shubai, also a master, was taking care of his own apprentice.

He quickly moved Wen Yun to a smaller cabin by the side, navigating the magic boat outside with Shen Xinghai when the winds were strong. On a calm day like today, he was back inside, watching over her.

The man skillfully scattered the pile of discarded spirit stone powder out the window, generously arranging new stones around Wen Yun. After finishing, his gaze involuntarily fell on her.

Even in the world of cultivation where beautiful people were common, Wen Yun’s appearance stood out, so much so that even Ye Shubai, who never cared much about looks, could see it clearly.

When she was still in the outer sect, some people looked down on her and bullied her because she had no cultivation, but there were also many disciples who secretly helped her with chores. During the inner sect competition, a rumor spread mistakenly that she made someone surrender just by her looks…

After she fell into a deep sleep this time, her aura became more and more ethereal.

Although there was no change in her facial features, as her cultivation increased, the worldly aura on her body was gradually stripped away, making her seem inviolable like a goddess.

Unfortunately, the goddess now had ash on her face, all remnants of the spiritual jade and Magic Stones she had used in the past few days.

Ye Shubai stood in front of her, looking serious and thoughtful for a long time. His gaze shifted from Wen Yun’s face, covered in ash, to her neck, also dusty. In the end, he withdrew his hand.

They couldn’t get too close as a man and woman. It was important not to offend.

Ye Shubai took out the spellbook that Wen Yun had given him, furrowing his brow as he began searching for the right spell.

When it came to magical talent, Ye Shubai was undoubtedly a genius too.

But he didn’t receive proper magic education, so he had to learn everything in an unusual way from Wen Yun. He never learned how to use mental power or basic dragon language. And with the mysterious wand spirit’s criticism, Ye Shubai started doubting his abilities.

Turning to a page, Wen Yun had scribbled a cleaning spell in a wobbly dragon language.

Ye Shubai lifted his wooden sword and slowly copied her spellcasting movements from memory.

At that moment, a golden-red light suddenly shone from the dragon bone placed near Wen Yun’s pillow, followed by the clear yet arrogant voice of a young boy echoing in the room.

"Fool, lowly human, look at your clumsy stance. How dare you attempt to use the great dragon language magic?"

"…"

Ye Shubai’s gaze turned colder as he looked at the dragon bone. Just as he suspected, the wand spirit was male.

The dragon bone, which had absorbed magical elements from being around Wen Yun, no longer looked dull. Faint golden patterns appeared on the grey bone, hinting at its extraordinary origins.

The soul inside it also started to regain consciousness, waking up from a long slumber.

When the little fire dragon woke up, it felt a boundless anger and a hint of sadness!

It unexpectedly found another soul imprint within Wen Yun’s spiritual sea of divine sense, and the aura on it was exactly the same as the man in front of it.

It followed her to this strange world, then was locked in a black box for over five hundred years. During this long time, it kept eagerly waiting for Wen Yun to come and rescue it. However, that bad woman not only didn’t come, but quickly found a new love instead?

Is this new love something as thin and weak as a boiled chicken? It has no wings or fangs, it could crush his head with just one bite!

Although the little fire dragon is extremely weak now and can’t manifest itself, it can still say a few words in a strange manner—

"You weak and foolish creature, do you know the language of dragons? Kneel down and ask me to teach you, I am willing to teach you a few words for the sake of that bad woman."

Let’s teach him how to address the great Lord Fire God Dragon, but teaching him magic spells, well, that’s absolutely impossible!

Is this thin, weak boiled chicken worthy of using the great dragon language magic?

Ye Shubai ignored it, he quietly muttered the clean spell Wen Yun used in his memory, word for word, and then gently touched the Brightwood sword in his hand.

A breeze of sparkling light passed by, and Wen Yun’s dust disappeared in an instant.

The snide remark that the little fire dragon was about to blurt out was forcefully held back, leaving only bewilderment filling its mind.

Why is this man so skilled in using magical gestures?

How much has Wen Yun taught this new friend behind her back!

Ye Shubai’s expression turned cold, ignoring the dragon bone as if he had never heard it speak.

With a flick of his wooden sword, he deftly took it from the opponent and the next move was to throw it into his space bag.

It was his own space bag, not Wen Yun’s.

The little fire dragon was too furious to even swear, only having one thought: how despicable and shameless this creature was!

After forcibly removing the wand spirit from Wen Yun’s side, Ye Shubai regained his elegant composure, taking a magic book and quietly flipping through it by the window.

Right now, outside the cabin, it was dimly lit. Occasionally, you could hear the voices of Shen Xinghai teaching his two disciples. The sound of the waves hitting the ship caused a slight sway. Wen Yun, lying quietly on the bed, moved her hand.

Ye Shubai didn’t even look up, he stretched out his hand ready to put the girl’s hand back under the thin blanket. He was very skilled at doing this now, after all, he had done it a lot in the past few days.

However, this time, his hand stopped halfway, unable to make the next move.

The soft little hand firmly held onto Ye Shubai’s hand.

He turned around and met a pair of drowsy eyes.

"You’re awake."

Ye Shubai let out a sigh, and then instinctively tried to pull his hand out of the grip, but Wen Yun didn’t loosen her hold, instead she pulled his hand back.

She blinked, staring fixedly at his hand. Her expression changed from confusion to curiosity, her once cold and refined face suddenly becoming lively.

Wen Yun had just come out of that strange space, and she still felt like she was floating in the clouds, finding it hard to walk steadily andseeing no end above her head.

In the whole world, only that ugly Golden Core was her companion. What made her most upset was that the Golden Core slowly turned into a human shape, looking very much like her in the end.

What’s more, the little guy always seemed to linger behind her like a spirit, making things even more eerie!

Waking up at this moment, feeling the warmth from the hand she was holding, Wen Yun realized that she had left the void realm and returned to the real world.

She tightly held Ye Shubai’s hand, looked up, and met his slightly uncomfortable expression.

It was only then that Wen Yun realized belatedly that her actions might have been a bit inappropriate, perhaps lacking in modesty?

Knowing Ye Shubai’s old-fashioned character, she anticipated that he would assume a teacher-like posture to educate her.

So, Wen Yun took the initiative and spoke first—

"You took advantage of me while I was unconscious."

She made a confident statement instead of asking a question, subtly raising the hand she was holding as if presenting evidence.

Ye Shubai sat there, shocked by Wen Yun’s shameless behavior.

Meanwhile, just as Shen Xinghai stepped through the door, he too was shocked. Upon hearing those words, he immediately became enraged, drew his sword, and lunged forward—

"Martial Brother Ye, I never thought you would stoop to such despicable levels!"

To take advantage of Martial Sister Wen while she was asleep! It is a disgrace to the reputation of a distinguished gentleman!

Ye Shubai raised his sword in defense, feeling extremely helpless. There was even a hint of rare helplessness in his voice, "This is a misunderstanding."

Wen Yun quickly got up and blurted out, "Yes, yes, it was actually me who behaved inappropriately towards him."

In that instant, as she instinctively tried to stop Shen Xinghai’s sword, he regretted wanting to retract it as soon as she spoke. However, the sword’s momentum was too fast and it pierced Wen Yun’s hand—

"*crack*"

In the moment of catching the blade barehanded, the sword snapped in two.

Wen Yun looked down at her hands, unharmed, not even a scratch.

Shen Xinghai looked shocked as he gazed at the sword broken in half on the ground. He couldn’t speak for a while, feeling increasingly weak and defeated.

He came from humble beginnings and only managed to enter the Qingliu Sword Sect through hard work. He was just a low-ranking ordinary disciple within the sect, barely having enough resources each month. His family background was meager compared to the direct disciples like Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong.

Although not a divine weapon, this sword was carefully forged by collecting various precious ores, making it the most valuable treasure he owned.

Shen Xinghai sat down slowly, holding his chest, looking up and holding back tears, his eyes slightly reddened.

Wen Yun felt extremely guilty, knowing she had caused a great disaster this time.

She had accidentally killed Martial Brother Shen’s wife!

Without thinking about why she wasn’t hurt by the sword, she immediately emptied the space bag of its various treasures.

All of these were treasures scavenged from the Dark Heaven Secret Realm!

"Don’t cry, Martial Brother Shen! I will help you remake your sword!" Wen Yun quickly took out an unfamiliar ore and carefully asked, "Can this be used?"

"I will never find a sword that can bring back the feeling. My heart has died along with the sword. I think my journey of swordsmanship in this life ends here, Martial Sister Wen, no need to say more…"

As Shen Xinghai spoke, his heart sank, then he saw a piece of iron ore emitting fiery heat.

Huh?

This is Fire Soul Iron of a thousand years?! His dream iron?

However, Wen Yun seemed unsatisfied with this piece, "This doesn’t seem right. If we use it to remake the sword, it won’t match your original piece."

As she spoke, she was about to put the Fire Soul Iron back into the space bag.

In the next moment, Shen Xinghai, who had looked lifeless, suddenly leaped up, snatched the Fire Soul Iron, hugged it tightly, his eyes filled with joy, even his mouth couldn’t help but twist into a smile.

Startled by his reaction, Wen Yun hesitated to point at the two broken sword pieces on the ground, "Martial Brother Shen, don’t you want your sword anymore?"

It’s possible to rebuild a broken sword, Wen Yun helped Bai Yushan rebuild the broken sword many times because it was made by Ye Shubai himself, so Bai Yushan never wanted to replace it with a new one.

Since Martial Brother Shen has such deep feelings for his sword, he might also want to rebuild his old sword completely, right?

However, Shen Xinghai looked down at the broken swords, picked them up without hesitation, then opened the window and swiftly threw them into the dark sea.

Wen Yun stared in surprise, "Martial Brother Shen, you just said your heart went with this sword!"

Shen Xinghai, who was holding back tears just moments ago, laughed freely, "Haha, Martial Sister Wen, enjoy life when you’re happy. It’s time to change swords when needed!"

As he spoke, he carefully put the thousand-year Fire Essence Stone into the space bag, looking as if he had found a treasure once again, undoubtedly an unreliable man.

Wen Yun, "…"

Your action of throwing away the sword is just like how I threw away the fire hemlock years ago.

Perhaps realizing he changed his mind too quickly, Shen Xinghai cleared his throat and casually changed the subject, asking with concern, "Martial Sister Wen, did my careless sword just now hurt you?"

Wen Yun opened her hands and shook her head, "No, I’m not hurt."

It’s strange to say, even though Shen Xinghai’s sword strike was just a normal one without any special power, normally one would get a small injury from it, but the truth is that Wen Yun was completely unharmed.

Shen Xinghai was also surprised, "After forming the Nascent Soul, it’s actually this terrifying?"

Now it was Wen Yun’s turn to be puzzled, she asked in confusion, "Forming the Nascent Soul?"

"Yes," this time it was Ye Shubai who spoke up, he calmly nodded, confirming Shen Xinghai’s words, "You have now reached the peak of Nascent Soul cultivation."

*

Wen Yun thought that she had just spent too much mental energy and had fallen into a dream, expecting to wake up as usual and return to normal.

Little did she know that she had slept for ten days, and upon waking up, she had also formed the Nascent Soul.

Shen Xinghai happily carried the thousand-year Fire Soul Stone to research what kind of sword to forge next, leaving Ye Shubai behind to explain things to Wen Yun in the room.

"But shouldn’t a normal cultivator form a Golden Core first and then slowly give birth to a Nascent Soul?"

This is what they call Broken Core Birth, she had heard about it before.

However, Wen Yun’s Nascent Soul was different. It was like her Golden Core slowly nurturing itself, but halfway through, its shape became strange, which she found ugly.

Since her Golden Core had never shattered, and she was still young, it didn’t make sense for her to break through to the Nascent Soul Stage yet. Ye Shubai hadn’t had the chance to explain what the Nascent Soul Stage was all about to her. Not even Wen Yun realized that she had formed her Nascent Soul already.

"Yes, when the Golden Core shatters, a golden Nascent Soul will form in your dantian. When it advances to the Soul Changing Stage, this Nascent Soul will turn from gold to jade. Once it turns completely jade, it means you have cultivated to the Transmigration Stage."

Wen Yun thought about the color of her Nascent Soul and her expression suddenly became strange.

She leaned slightly towards Ye Shubai and asked softly, "Ye Shubai, can you show me your jade nascent soul?"

Wen Yun didn’t know that this kind of thing was actually very taboo in the cultivation world.

Unless under special circumstances, no cultivator would allow someone else’s spiritual power to probe into their dantian. It’s the most crucial and fragile part. If the other person harbors any ill intentions, their cultivation and even their life could be in danger.

However, Ye Shubai remained calm and unaffected by Wen Yun’s words. He calmly reached out his hand to Wen Yun, allowing her to enter his body.

Wen Yun closed her eyes and focused. She quickly saw Ye Shubai’s small jade nascent soul, which was cracked and damaged, missing a big part.

These were the marks of being shattered and divided in the past, with only two pieces returned so far. The third piece was sacrificed to save her, now residing inside her.

It was clear that Ye Shubai’s jade nascent soul was as transparent as white jade, with features identical to his, very beautiful.

Wen Yun withdrew her hand and hesitated before speaking to Ye Shubai after much thought.

"My Nascent Soul looks a bit strange." She paused and continued hesitantly, "It’s not gold, and not made of jade… never mind, you can see for yourself."

Ye Shubai quickly understood what Wen Yun meant by "strange".

As his spirit Qi entered Wen Yun’s lower abdomen, he felt like entering a marvelous place – a vast space that seemed like an empty world instead of Wen Yun’s lower abdomen.

Floating in the center of this world was a sleeping little girl, bearing a striking resemblance to Wen Yun; it seemed she would grow up to be just like her.

The little girl was fully fleshed out, and could even faintly perceive the gentle and steady breathing of the Nascent Soul figure.

Indeed, it was neither gold nor jade.

Wen Yun nervously waited for Ye Shubai’s answer. She had only been in the cultivation world for half a year, and didn’t know any other seniors. She was clueless about the strange events happening to her.

Firstly, her cultivation was mysteriously emptied, and then she absorbed the spiritual power of ten thousand spiritual jades to form a Nascent Soul. The various things happening to her did not make sense at all.

Finally, when Ye Shubai opened his eyes, Wen Yun cautiously asked, "Is my Nascent Soul okay?"

The Nascent Soul was related to her life, and fearing death, she couldn’t help but be extremely vigilant.

However, Ye Shubai did not answer her question. He seemed lost in thought. After a long silence, he finally spoke slowly.

"Before the Ascension path was cut off, the Qingliu Sword Sect had three seniors who ascended."

His voice was clear and cold, with no emotional fluctuations, but it was very pleasant to listen to, dispersing much of the unease Wen Yun had just felt.

"Before one of our predecessors ascended, I learned from the traces he left behind that the nascent soul of an ascending cultivator would transform into a physical body. As long as the Nascent Soul doesn’t perish, the main body will not die, achieving immortality."

"But you have not ascended yet, why…"

Ye Shubai was interrupted before finishing his sentence as the magical boat suddenly shook violently.

At the same time, outside, Shen Xinghai shouted loudly, "Martial Brother Ye, we seem to be about to collide with a huge reef ahead!"

Wen Yun, puzzled, quickly stood up and followed Ye Shubai outside.

The thick fog ahead obscured their vision earlier, but now, as they got closer, they noticed a massive rock formation not far away. The magical boat was being pushed by the turbulent waves straight towards it.

With a determined look, Ye Shubai swiftly said, "Don’t be afraid," then unleashed his spiritual power entirely, flying forward to assist Shen Xinghai in maneuvering the magical boat to avoid the collision.

However, the magical boat was too close to the reef, and the sea suddenly roared with huge waves. Despite their best efforts, they could only delay the impact but couldn’t change its course.

No, this way everyone will be in danger!

Wen Yun felt her heart skip a beat, gritted her teeth, and shouted, "Sword come!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Shubai threw the wooden sword towards her with precision.

Wen Yun caught the sword, hurried forward against the strong wind, simultaneously chanting a spell quickly with her lips.

It was crucial to be fast, to seize the opportunity created by Ye Shubai and Shen Xinghai.

Surprisingly, the advanced magic spell that usually required a long preparation time was completed quickly this time!

In just a few moments, a cold breath formed at the tip of the wooden sword –

"Frozen Land!"

At the moment this magic spell was cast, the turbulent seawater instantly turned into solid ice, freezing the entire magical boat in place on the ice surface!

Wen Yun stood stunned at the bow of the boat, looking at her hands in amazement.

Just now, she was in a hurry and forgot to use the Magic Stone to call upon magic, so what she used just now was not magic.

That was the strange warm flow that had entered her body earlier!