Chapter 66

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Chapter 66: How About Roasting It?

Ye Shubai is a top-notch sword cultivator, which focuses on being graceful and agile, swift and unstoppable. When it comes to speed, no one dares to compete with him.

So when the large black shadow loomed overhead, Ye Shubai leaped up and swiftly avoided the unknown creature.

However, the entity did not intend to attack him. With a loud thud, a huge crater was smashed into the courtyard.

Smoke and flames covered the sight completely, making it almost impossible to see inside. Only the clear and proud voice of a young man speaking in a mysterious dragon language could be heard mumbling something.

As the smoke cleared, the first thing Ye Shubai saw was a huge, round, snow-white belly trembling with each breath due to its weight.

Looking up further, he saw a golden-red tough skin wrapping around the round head. At this angle, it no longer resembled a pig but more like a fat lizard.

But he had also never seen a lizard with wings, especially ones that were too small compared to its body. He wondered how it could fly.

At this moment, this creature that was as big as a small mountain… Or should I say a flying lizard?

It folded its wings and its two big and thick hind legs struggled to kneel on the ground due to too much flesh on them. Its two front claws also scuttled on the ground, in a standard kneeling position. Perhaps it still felt proud and unwilling deep inside as its head tilted to the side and its golden round eyes rolled upward.

Ye Shubai’s breath paused for a moment, the slight bitterness that had surged up earlier had long dispersed, and he remained calm, stunned to find himself in such a situation, standing still in a daze.

Fortunately, his usual poker face came in handy. In situations like this, he could maintain a calm demeanor, making it difficult for the girl in front of him to discern his myriad thoughts during this time.

At this moment, Wen Yun was indeed not in the mood to observe Ye Shubai’s expression. She glanced at her dragon and hesitated before speaking, "It looks like you’ve gained some weight again?"

The little fire dragon, feeling anxious, defended itself, "This is being robust, you know! Robust! Besides, I have absorbed so much magic during this time and cannot come out to exercise, so it’s inevitable to gain some muscle."

Wen Yun, used to this, also felt that the dragon hadn’t gained much weight, so she stopped dwelling on the issue of its weight. She rolled up her sleeves and firmly patted the huge dragon’s head with her delicate hands.

"Quick, thank your benefactor!"

She was so strong that the dragon’s head immediately touched the ground.

The small dragon, who was cold and arrogant just now, felt embarrassed after being defeated. It grumbled to itself, then proudly said to Ye Shubai, "Thank you for saving the great Lord Fire God Dragon in danger. I won’t eat you this time since you did well. You can kneel down and thank me for sparing your life."

As soon as she said this, Wen Yun received a slap on her forehead.

Seeing Ye Shubai watching her in action, she explained awkwardly, "This is my wand spirit, a fire dragon. Despite its size, it’s actually just a child in Dragon race years. Children can be mischievous, so I have to discipline it. I’m not a violent person, really…"

The small dragon, who had been beaten twice, retorted, "You hit me at least three times every day!"

Wen Yun, expressionless, gave the poor child another smack, confirming its claim.

Ye Shubai watched the human and dragon in silence, then hesitantly asked, "Is it a dragon?"

Isn’t it a pig?

Unfortunately, neither the human nor the dragon understood his hidden meaning. Instead, they both brightened up, looking very proud.

Wen Yun laughed and touched the dragon’s head, saying, "Yes, it used to be a rare Fire God Dragon, said to have divine bloodline. My dragon bone wand is made from its spine, and it has become my wand spirit."

The little fire dragon felt Wen Yun’s introduction was not detailed enough, so he raised his head proudly and introduced himself, "I, the great Fire God Dragon, am the descendant of the Dragon God, the most noble being in the world. My family…"

It talked a lot, but Ye Shubai didn’t hear a word.

That voice, it was indeed the one who had arrogantly threatened him before.

But this appearance…

Ye Shubai didn’t judge people by their looks, but he had wondered what the wand spirit Little Hong, whom Wen Yun often praised as ‘talented, handsome, and well-behaved,’ looked like.

His voice sounded like a young boy, maybe with a face like Xu Wanfeng’s, arrogant in tone, or perhaps as beautiful as Qian Lishen.

Never did he expect to see a pig with wings.

Ye Shubai vaguely recalled when he was on the magic boat, Wen Yun had drawn a dragon lantern for Shen Xinghai. At that time, both he and Shen Xinghai thought Wen Yun’s drawing was terrible, secretly thinking she drew a pig, not a dragon. Now it seemed he was too shallow. Her art skills were so superb that he could not compare.

"I see."

He calmly said this without asking Wen Yun why the wand spirit she described was so different, as if he already knew that "he" was actually "it," and understood that it was a chubby dragon, casually hiding the sourness that had previously emerged within himself.

Sure enough, Wen Yun was amazed by Ye Shubai’s calmness, showing admiration on her face, "You’re not surprised to see a dragon in the Magic World for the first time. You must have seen a lot of things. By the way, you actually guessed that the wand spirit was a dragon when you knew my previous weapon was a dragon bone wand, right?"

"Yes," Ye Shubai nodded shamelessly, admitting it.

"So when you walked back just now, you actually knew it was a bit chubby, and when it appeared, it would take up quite a bit of space, so you were moving it to a better spot, right?"

"Exactly," Ye Shubai finally managed to lie without blushing!

"You’re really nice," Wen Yun looked up at him, her dark sparkling eyes filled with deep emotions. "This is the best gift I’ve ever received."

The moonlight poured like mercury on the ground, enveloping the elegant and otherworldly couple, they gazed at each other, their eyes entwined, never quite understanding.

And it, the great Lord Fire God Dragon, knelt down tonight after taking a beating, completely ignored.

What’s even more annoying is that I stole gifts for Wen Yun for centuries, even though those jewels were eventually secretly taken back to the dragon’s lair, but I still gave them, right? Saying "This is the best gift I’ve ever received" is like poking Lord Fire God Dragon in the face!

The little fire dragon couldn’t hold back its anger after a whole night, and it quickly bit towards Wen Yun’s head, a movement so swift that it didn’t seem possible for its size.

The familiar taste, it was satisfied!

Wen Yun’s muffled voice came from the dragon’s head, "Yuck! You have bad breath, let go of me now!"

Ye Shubai, "…"

Honestly, he had lived for five hundred years, but had never seen a scene as grand as today’s.

*

Under Wen Yun’s strong request, the little fire dragon reluctantly shrank its body repeatedly, finally turning from the size of a small mountain to the size of a stone.

It had slept for hundreds of years, and now it was quite energetic, staying up all night flying between peaks in the dark and windy night to patrol the new territory, finally coming back from the grandest hall, The First Peak, with some decorative spiritual beads and similar trinkets…

After working hard all night, the tired little creature didn’t even bother going inside to find a place to sleep. It curled up in the big hole it had made the night before, folded its wings, and snored loudly.

Ye Shubai, who was practicing swordsmanship in the morning, glanced at it, then quickly looked away, picked up his sword, and threw a piece of animal skin over it.

The chubby dragon, unaware and carefree, rubbed against the animal skin, holding a spiritual bead in its mouth, sleeping soundly and snoring louder.

"Hmm, the weather is clear and cloudless, why do I still hear thunder on the mountaintop?"

Xu Wanfeng whispered to his younger martial brother, Bai Yushan’s face turned serious, and he said sternly, "It must be because our master’s cultivation is profound and mysterious, attracting heavenly thunder."

"Are you saying that we might get struck by heavenly thunder if we go up there? Maybe we should come back another day."

Yue Xingzhou, who had come to advise the master after getting drunk last night and to prevent him from behaving like a beast, had no recollection of what happened at all. Now, he had returned to his usual polite and gentle self, shaking his head and smiling, "Brothers, stop joking around. We are at the master’s residence, remember to show respect."

Xu Wanfeng wanted to say something but hesitated, Bai Yushan let out a deep sigh.

Yue Xingzhou didn’t notice anything wrong with his martial brothers, as he saw the familiar figure standing at the entrance of the courtyard at the mountaintop. He hurried over, bowed deeply with respect, and spoke in a humble and polite manner, "Greetings, master. I have come to bother you. May I ask how you are feeling, master?"

Ye Shubai looked at him deeply, then calmly looked away without saying anything, only focusing on drinking his iced tea.

Xu Wanfeng, who was always very brave, winked at Bai Yushan and said, "Look, Master is so angry seeing Elder Martial Brother, he can only calm down by drinking tea."

Bai Yushan also felt conflicted. Both he and Second Master Brother had tried to stop Elder Martial Brother from coming up, but Elder Martial Brother insisted on coming to wish Happy Birthday to Martial Sister Wen and greet the Master.

This isn’t a gift, it’s just upsetting our Master!

Then he mentioned the reason for their visit, "Today is Martial Sister Wen’s 16th birthday. At her age in our world, she’s still a child, shouldn’t be bored with us old folks. So the three of us, as her senior martial brothers, prepared birthday gifts for her."

His words sounded polite, but they were clearly poking at Ye Shubai’s feelings. Xu Wanfeng was sweating for him as he listened.

Fortunately, the Master was still the Master. His temperament and cultivation far surpassed his disciples’, showing no sign of anger and maintaining his usual calm and majestic appearance.

Ye Shubai sat under the plum tree, finished his tea, ignored Yue Xingzhou and the others, then walked towards his room and casually said, "She’s still asleep, wait here."

Watching the Master walk away, Yue Xingzhou felt a bit curious, "I feel like the Master is colder today than usual. Could it be because we didn’t come to greet him a few days ago?"

Two junior martial brothers standing behind him looked at each other, sighed, and whispered in low voices, "I think our master must be in a very good mood today."

"I agree. If he was in a bad mood, Elder Martial Brother would have been expelled from The Tenth Peak by now."

Ye Shubai asked them to wait here for the lazy Wen Yun, but they didn’t want to wait obediently. They found some stone benches in the courtyard to sit on, but their eyes were all focused on the pit in front of them.

"The weather seems fine, why is the thunder still so loud?"

Bai Yushan pointed with his huge sword, "The sound seems to be coming from that pit."

Xu Wanfeng’s eyes lit up, "I heard some noises last night, it seemed to be coming from the peak. Look at this big pit, could it be that our master has grasped a new sword move? There are remnants of sword intention at the bottom of the pit, causing the thunder?"

As they spoke, their eyes sparkled, and they couldn’t help but walk towards the pit, ready to witness the power of a half-step ascendant expert up close.

When they reached the edge of the pit, they discovered a chubby piglet lying in the middle.

Since someone as elegant as Ye Shubai definitely wouldn’t raise pigs, and occasionally there were wild animals on the peak, they assumed it was a wild boar.

Xu Wanfeng jumped down to the bottom of the pit and lifted up the little pig. He weighed it in his hands and checked its almost invisible little wings, sighing, "This must be some pig that has absorbed spiritual power and mutated, it’s so plump."

The baby dragon slept soundly in his hands, tightly holding the spiritual bead in its mouth, not moving at all.

Bai Yushan was very tempted as he suggested, "Big Brother, the immortal crane you roasted before tasted so good. If you can make such a delicious dish from dry bird meat, imagine how tasty it would be if we roasted this fatty spirit pig…"

Wen Yun yawned as she came out and just happened to hear this. Her drowsiness immediately disappeared halfway, quickly rushing out to snatch the baby dragon from Xu Wanfeng’s hands.

"This cannot be eaten!"

Xu Wanfeng, covering the dark circles under his eyes with a fan he pulled out from somewhere, always paid special attention to his appearance in front of the female cultivator. He smiled and asked, "Why is our younger martial sister so stingy, not even willing to share some pig meat with her senior brother?"

"This isn’t a pig, it’s a dragon," Wen Yun didn’t intend to hide it from her family, patting the chubby bottom of the baby dragon and earnestly warning them, "Don’t let it hear you say that, it holds grudges."

"Indeed, pigs hold grudges. Before I cultivated as an immortal, my family also raised pigs, so I know well," Bai Yushan nodded in understanding. "One day I forgot to feed it, and ever since then, every time I went to the pig pen, I would get nudged."

"Haha, it turns out pigs are quite smart, huh?"

Wen Yun, "…"

No, did you just ignore the previous sentence and only care about pigs holding grudges?

Fortunately, Elder Martial Brother is reliable when not drinking alcohol. He kindly said, "Is this Martial Sister Wen’s spirit pet? Quickly put it away properly. I will make a nameplate for it next time so it won’t be caught and eaten if it wanders out of the mountains."

Wen Yun, "…"

So Elder Martial Brother, do you actually consider it as a pig too? Don’t you want to see its little wings?

After some persuasion, Wen Yun finally dispelled their idea of roasting the dragon and asked why they were all here, only to find out they came to celebrate her birthday.

In the world of cultivation, few people celebrate birthdays because they live for hundreds of years. Either they forget or they are tired of living for so long. Only humans with short lives like a fleeting moment truly cherish birthdays.

However, Wen Yun, being The Tenth Peak’s youngest martial sister, and very young, was greatly loved.

Yue Xingzhou gave her a defensive treasure of the Soul Changing Stage. When not in use, it was a delicate and elegant jade hairpin with several jade pieces shaped like clouds hanging from it, swaying playfully when worn in her hair.

Xu Wanfeng gave a box full of makeup powder as a gift, saying it was carefully chosen by over a hundred skilled female experts in beauty makeup and all were popular items in the cultivation world.

Bai Yushan gave a bag full of firewood.

He said with a sincere expression, "Younger martial sister likes burning firewood, though I don’t quite understand this hobby, but I support you as a senior brother. Here, all for you, is it enough? If not, there’s more!"

"That’s enough, thank you so much." Wen Yun gratefully and warmly accepted the gifts, then took out three roast chickens from the bag to give back as gifts. The three senior brothers immediately forgot their regret of not having pork, happily going down the mountain.

But after they left, another group of people came to find Wen Yun.

Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong led many fellow disciples up to The Tenth Peak, but they were bold enough to climb to the top, while others didn’t dare because everyone knew that Elder Ye, who could cut through Transmigration with one sword, was up there. They could only use a message jade slip to call Wen Yun down.

This group of people were all direct disciples going to participate in the Swordsmanship Contest, having a good relationship with Wen Yun. By chance, Martial Sister Mengran learned from her master a few days ago that Wen Yun had turned sixteen years old, and feeling that they hadn’t gathered after returning to the sect, they decided to come find her together.

A group of people stood at the foot of The Tenth Peak, thanks to the bragging of Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong, the fear of Ye Shubai among the young disciples in the sect had lessened, at least they would not avoid him as before.

"Speaking of it… Martial Sister Wen’s seniority is so high, how should we address her when we meet later?"

When this issue came up, everyone fell silent.

The people from The Tenth Peak were unusually high in seniority, according to the rules of the sect, everyone had to address Wen Yun as their ancestral master.

But let’s not talk about being used to being called younger martial sister, just imagine, she’s only sixteen, they looked at this young child, calling someone Martial Uncle was acceptable, but calling them ancestral master was really too much!

However, this complicated feeling quickly disappeared.

On the simple cobblestone path of The Tenth Peak, a girl ran down, smiling brightly, even before she arrived, she cheerfully shouted, "Senior martial sister!"

The tense hearts of everyone instantly relaxed, feeling comforted, thankfully, Martial Sister Wen was still the same Martial Sister Wen.

Everyone had a good relationship privately, no one cared about mixing up seniorities, just because they were called elder martial sister by the ancestral master, so what?

Just don’t get caught like Zhu Erchong did by their own masters!

Zhu Erchong was deeply moved, placing a hand on their chest and sighed, "I’ve been listening to being called senior martial brother for decades, and only this calling feels the sweetest and most comfortable."

Bao Pilong giggled and said, "Next time, let Martial Sister Wen call you like this in front of your master, then you will be your master’s…"

Before finishing her sentence, Wen Yun looked up curiously and asked, "Martial Brother Zhu, did you have another sword duel with someone? But this injury is strange, why is there a dark bruise on your face? Is there someone practicing boxing techniques in the sect?"

Zhu Erchong, who was beaten by his own master and had panda eyes, smiled awkwardly and swiftly changed the subject, "Oops, it was a mistake, let’s not talk about it. I heard today is your birthday, so a few of us came to give you some gifts."

The space bags of the sword cultivators actually didn’t contain much spiritual jade. Despite being direct disciples, their cultivation levels were not high yet, and they often spent a lot of money. Therefore, the gifts they brought were not very valuable.

However, each person’s gift was well thought out, and Wen Yun happily accepted them all.

Zhu Erchong happened to bring over a dozen oily roasted fat cranes, while Martial Sister Mengran brought two large jars of aged fine wine. Everyone simply sat on the grass at the foot of the mountain, eating and drinking heartily.

The scene was reminiscent of the time when they first participated in the Swordsmanship Contest. They were all young men and women with aspirations for the future, engaging in pleasant conversations.

Since everyone was tired of hearing about Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong’s previous experiences, and wanted to know where Shen Xinghai had gone, Wen Yun shared some less important experiences with them, focusing on the fish Shen Xinghai caught and the two silly disciples he took in.

In no time, the usually cold and barren grassland at the foot of The Tenth Peak was littered with various swords. The sword cultivators let go of their usual cold demeanor, sitting in a disorganized circle, clinking glasses, grabbing meat, laughing and chatting, creating a lively atmosphere.

Until a long and melodious cry of the fairy crane.

The person who jumped down from the crane was Liu Luoyin, her once beautiful face now pale and dull, with a hint of red in her eyes.

The laughter suddenly stopped, everyone looked at her, not sure how to speak.

Since Xie Mian’s accident at the Swordsmanship Contest, Liu Luoyin, who came back, became less proud and difficult to get along with.

However, she is the noble daughter of the sect leader, and because The First Peak has always been superior to the other peaks, people didn’t really interact with her much in private.

Elder Ouyang also came from The First Peak. Ye Shubai came back and immediately defeated him with a sword. Moreover, The First Peak deliberately erased the traces of The Tenth Peak within the sect, causing many to say that the two peaks were competing for power within the sect. Disciples of The First Peak would spit when they mentioned The Tenth Peak.

At this critical moment, Liu Luoyin actually came over. What could this be about? It couldn’t possibly be to celebrate Wen Yun’s birthday, could it?

She seemed surprised by the number of people here, glanced around in slight panic, then finally fixed her gaze on Wen Yun, hesitated, but still couldn’t speak.

Wen Yun didn’t dislike Liu Luoyin, and she probably didn’t know about Ye Shubai’s situation. Although Liu Luoyin was a bit proud, she was wise and straightforward in her actions, especially when she decisively broke up with Xie Mian earlier. Wen Yun admired her for that.

In simple terms, Xie Mian holds a grudge, so when Liu Luoyin slapped him, she felt satisfied.

She generously tore off a roasted crane leg and offered it, saying with a smile, "Martial Sister Liu, you’re here too? Come, let’s eat meat and drink together."

Liu Luoyin was surprised by this address and accepted the crispy roasted crane leg, but didn’t eat it. She just looked at Wen Yun with a complicated expression in her eyes.

"Wen…" Her voice was hoarse, and with a blink of her beautiful eyes, big tears rolled down her cheeks.

She silently cried while holding the crane leg, and finally, under the shocked gazes of the crowd, she knelt straight down on the ground!

"Martial Sister Wen, could you please let me see Ancestral Master Ye? My father failed in his attempt to break through Transmigration in seclusion. Only the ancestral master can save him now!"