Chapter 6

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Chapter 6: Not a Normal Person

In the eyes of the three senior brothers, Wen Yun was a young little pitiful one.

Young is really young, not even as old as their decimals.

Pitiful is truly pitiful, with both parents dead, dug for demon cultivation and now wandering here, bullied by fellow disciples.

Initially, Yue Xingzhou only took her in charge out of responsibility, but after spending some time with her, he discovered that she was quiet and hardworking, sincerely accepting her presence.

The only thing that puzzled them was that Wen Yun refused to stay in the house and always preferred sleeping in the woodshed.

Yue Xingzhou kindly reminded, "Sister Wen, it gets damp and cold at night in the woodshed. You are not strong enough, be careful not to catch a cold."

He really wanted to tell Wen Yun that the wood in the woodshed was not valuable, so there was no need to guard it while sleeping!

Wen Yun nodded solemnly as she swept the floor, then that night she took a thick blanket to sleep in the woodshed.

Elder Martial Brother, "…"

Could she really not sleep in the woodshed? There were countless logs of various sizes mixed together, and Wen Yun had to carefully pick her treasures from them. If she accidentally burned a valuable piece of wood, where would she find a replacement?

She cleared the mountain path during the day and rummaged in the woodshed at night.

During one of these searches, Wen Yun actually found some treasures. She sat in the woodshed, staring intently at the pile of wood in front of her.

Strange noises could be heard outside, but she didn’t even lift her head.

"Elderberry wands are the best for casting dark magic spells, but I’m not very good at that…"

Outside the house, "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Wen Yun focused, then picked up her Thunder Bamboo wand, "Thunder magic is one of the strongest among intermediate spells, but wands made with it are easily breakable…"

Magic and cultivation are different. Magic requires training the mind to communicate with magical elements and control them, while cultivation involves absorbing spiritual power into the body for use.

Therefore, magic users have weaker bodies but can use various types of magic, while cultivators have strong bodies but usually only use one type of spiritual power.

For someone like Wen Yun who is skilled in using all types of magic, selecting materials for wands can be quite challenging.

Outside the house, "Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Wen Yun, who had been interrupted countless times, finally couldn’t take it anymore and opened the door to check what was happening outside.

She saw Bai Yushan sitting not far away, completely wrapped up, holding a huge sword and fiercely slashing at a distant boulder three times in a row.

The sword was big like a knife, with a dark and cold blade, clearly showing it was a precious sword.

When they clashed, sparks flew, but the sword left no mark on the stone.

Bai Yushan casually tore off the bandage from his arm, sitting in a wheelchair, he raised the sword high above his head with a powerful strike.

Another chop!

"Crack-"

The sword blade broke into two, leaving a slight sword mark on the mountain rock.

Bai Yushan had already noticed her, without looking back, "Come over."

He gestured for Wen Yun to pick up the broken sword.

Wen Yun then noticed his arm hanging weakly by his side, twisted in a terrifying shape.

She finally understood why this person ended up in a wheelchair, his reckless cultivation method was so extreme that even if he didn’t get disabled, it still showed how powerful he was!

After a while, Bai Yushan, who had regained his strength, casually snapped his bones back into place.

It was truly casual, he just shook his hand with such force that it seemed like he could shake it off, and even from a distance Wen Yun could hear the cracking sound of bones.

Then, Bai Yushan was seen slowly caressing the broken sword, as if caressing his true love.

His sword was broken, so he was now a widower.

Wen Yun, who was about to have many wands, thought from Bai Yushan’s perspective and suddenly understood.

So when Bai Yushan was going to forge the sword again, Wen Yun volunteered to help with the fire.

In the past, Bai Yushan used to go to the neighboring The Ninth Peak to fetch a menial disciple to do these things, now with Wen Yun around, there was no need to poach someone.

Upon entering the scarily hot refining room, Wen Yun’s first sight was the pile of hundred and even thousand-year-old fire hemlock that looked like small mountains.

Her throat was a bit dry as she asked, "Third Martial Brother, instead of burning coal, can we burn wood?"

"Yes," Bai Yushan replied briefly as he casually tossed the thickest fire hemlock into the flames.

This wood was abundant on The Tenth Peak, lacking in spiritual energy, fragile even for building houses, but it had one advantage–

It was highly flammable and burned hot, making it excellent firewood!

With a numb expression, Wen Yun watched as Bai Yushan handed one fire hemlock after another into the fire, finally understanding the sorrow of losing a loved one.

Just as a thousand-year fire hemlock was about to be burned, Wen Yun grabbed Bai Yushan’s hand.

Her expression remained calm and composed as usual, but her voice was low, "Senior Brother, this wood is a thousand years old."

"…"

Of course, Bai Yushan knew that a thousand-year-old wood burned better than a hundred-year-old one, perfect for reforging swords. Therefore, he heartlessly tossed the piece of thousand-year fire hemlock into the fire pit.

After two hours, Third Martial Brother’s black giant sword was recast. Judging from the speed and efficiency, he must break his sword every now and then.

Wen Yun could tell that Bai Yushan was in a good mood right now because he was actually chatting with her.

"Do you know the origin of The Tenth Peak?"

Wen Yun looked puzzled at the pile of ashes and shook her head slowly, "I don’t know."

Bai Yushan asked again, "Have you heard that a senior from five hundred years ago cut off the mountain of the Immortal Realm with one sword?"

Wen Yun held a piece of charred wood the length of her finger, feeling her nose tingle, "I haven’t heard."

Bai Yushan ignored her and gently stroked the sword in his hand while speaking to himself.

"One day, I will also cut like him. What do you think?"

The last sentence was overly gentle, filled with deep affection. Wen Yun knew it was definitely not directed at herself – he was talking to the sword.

She decided not to disturb Bai Yushan and his sweetheart, "Third Martial Brother, I’m going back now."

After being smoked by high temperature and fire smoke for most of the night, the girl’s face showed obvious tiredness, with a hint of redness even around her clear eyes.

Bai Yushan suddenly remembered that she had lost all her cultivation now, actually just a fragile mortal girl, and she seemed very reluctant to part with that burnt piece of wood…

He used to feel no guilt in taking disciples from the neighboring peak to do menial tasks, but today, for some unknown reason, he felt a mix of complex emotions.

*

"Second Junior Brother, you’ve gone too far recently."

Yue Xingzhou’s voice remained gentle, but with a hint of warning, "You’ve emptied the Internal Affairs Hall, and now you humiliate The First Peak like this, it’s hard to explain to the sect leader."

Xu Wanfeng looked down, holding the Green Bamboo Sword without his usual smile, and spoke heavily, "Elder Martial Brother, go outside and ask how many of the new generations of disciples still know about our Tenth Peak."

"The sect hasn’t erased our names, but they are deliberately trying to erase us…" Pausing for a moment, he said the second half with great difficulty, "and the existence of the master."

Yue Xingzhou pressed his lips together, saying, "It will be better when master comes out of seclusion. Lately, you have been too loud in your actions. Don’t make it difficult for master then."

Xu Wanfeng chuckled, his face flushed with anger, brighter than any woman’s. He said, "I feel that The First Peak has been too oppressive in these years, and that Xie Mian, just reaching Core Formation at the age of twenty, is being praised as a genius by the sect."

"The cultivation world is vast and magnificent. Many talents are hidden like gems in the dust. Even our Martial Sister Wen on our peak surpasses him by far!"

"Our master is truly a rare genius. He formed his Golden Core at fifteen, achieved Nascent Soul at thirty, reached Soul Changing Stage at a hundred, entered Transmigration Realm at two hundred. But now, besides us three, no one in the Qingliu Sword Sect mentions the name Ye Shubai anymore!"

Hearing this, even the composed Yue Xingzhou’s eyes welled up with tears.

After Xu Wanfeng left, he retrieved a bottle of wine from the courtyard and drank glass after glass, feeling heavy-hearted.

The name Ye Shubai was known to everyone five hundred years ago.

Five hundred years ago was a time of chaos.

Demon cultivators were much stronger than the righteous path. They practiced dark and ruthless methods, like slaughtering humans to refine their bodies or enslaving them, or violating female cultivators for dual cultivation. Their shadow loomed over the entire cultivation world.

The righteous sects kept retreating until almost wiped out by evil demon cultivators, when young Ye Shubai appeared with his sword.

When he first entered the Transmigration Realm, he defeated thirty-two demon cultivators at the same level with his own strength, forcing the entire dark path to retreat.

Some said he had already broken through Transmigration and became another immortal ascending, but no one could prove it.

Because of this, Ye Shubai disappeared without a trace.

Five hundred years passed, the witnesses of the past gradually passed away. The ancient battle between good and evil is still remembered today, with people only knowing that the three major sects and four major families united to repel the demon cultivators, thus they were revered and worshipped by the world.

When Yue Xingzhou and two others, who were also seriously injured, emerged from their hundred-year seclusion, the name of Ye Shubai had quietly been erased by them.

"Master, the boat cannot move—"

After drinking a full jug of wine, Yue Xingzhou’s aura changed, and he became cold and fierce.

A crimson long sword flew up, he leaped onto it and flew straight towards The First Peak where the elders resided.

"I don’t bully those at lower stages. Kids at the Soul Changing Stage, get out of here!"

A deep voice echoed at The First Peak, making the Grand Elder and Second Elder, who were in seclusion, suddenly open their eyes and their faces changed drastically.

"He’s drunk again! Quickly go fetch the Supreme Elder at the Transmigration Stage!"

Before they could send a message, a crimson sword flew over. The man in black clothes, reeking of alcohol, squinted and smirked, "Caught you…"

"Draw your swords!"

*

In the quiet of the late night, Wen Yun was sketching a design for a wand on paper on The Tenth Peak.

Second Master Brother was acting strangely, Third Martial Brother was also acting odd, and with herself practicing magic in the Sword Sect, indeed, The Tenth Peak was abnormal overall.

Only Elder Martial Brother seemed normal, looking gentle and righteous. When Wen Yun brought him fried peanuts tonight, he even asked if she was comfortable living at The Tenth Peak.

Wen Yun made up her mind and decided to go get the Thunder Bamboo to study it carefully again.

Just then, a sudden hot gust of wind roared in, lifting the roof of her shed.

The fragile Thunder Bamboo in her hand was also split into pieces by the strong wind.

"…"

Wen Yun gazed blankly at the broken bamboo in her hand, then looked up at the dark sky.

In the night sky, a bold crimson flying sword was blazing with fierce flames, with dried blood stains on its blade.

After recognizing who the person in the sky was, she hesitated, "Elder Martial Brother?"

The fire sword stopped, Yue Xingzhou lowered his head and locked eyes with Wen Yun, then frowned, "Who are you?"

Wen Yun suddenly felt a tangible sense of hostility looming over her head, her intuition telling her that something was off about Yue Xingzhou now.

She cautiously answered, "I’m the disciple you took in… firedisciple."

Yue Xingzhou frowned, as if pondering for a while, then finally remembered, "Oh right, you’re Martial Sister Wen."

The killing intent vanished. Yue Xingzhou flew down on his sword, picked up Wen Yun, and laughed heartily, saying, "Since you’ve entered my The Tenth Peak, even as a firedisciple, you have to kowtow to the master! Martial Sister Wen, come, I will take you to meet the master!"

As she got closer, Wen Yun suddenly smelled the strong alcohol on him and saw Yue Xingzhou’s current somewhat crazy appearance…

She suddenly understood how the yellow paper inviting firedisciples to The Tenth Peak came about.

If only he hadn’t eaten those two pieces of oil-fried peanuts, he wouldn’t have gotten so drunk like this!

Drunk Yue Xingzhou flew straight up to the highest point of The Tenth Peak with Wen Yun on his sword, and suddenly fell in front of a cave entrance.

Facing the sealed cave entrance, he knelt down straightly and knocked three times, then slouched, hugging the flaming sword, and fell asleep.

Wen Yun, who was thrown to the mountaintop in the middle of the night, sincerely reflected on herself—

"I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said The Tenth Peak doesn’t have normal people."