Chapter 7

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Chapter 7: Do You Still Remember Me?

With the starry sky above and the sound of Elder Martial Brother snoring loudly beside her, Wen Yun on the mountaintop felt hopeless.

Alright, I will spend the night on the mountaintop tonight.

She chose a piece of green stone in the wild grass to lie down against, thinking about the chaotic experience tonight and couldn’t help but sigh.

I wonder what kind of person the master of the senior brothers is, to have trained three strange yet powerful disciples like this.

The senior brothers never mentioned their master, but they all say the kind of person who teaches determines the type of disciples. Wen Yun thought about their quirks and slowly outlined the image of the master.

Elder Martial Brother drinks too much, Second Master Brother is flirtatious, and Third Martial Brother always carries a sword.

So, their master…

Perhaps an old man with white hair, holding a wine jug in one hand, a sword in the other, who can’t walk straight when he sees a beautiful woman?

Oh.

After spending a night on the mountaintop, they finally made it through till dawn.

Wen Yun got up and stretched, ready to find the way down the mountain.

Just then, a black shadow came flying towards them.

It was Bai Yushan, of all people?

He held a huge sword and without explaining how he found them, he calmly said, "I’ll take you down."

Wen Yun glanced at Yue Xingzhou sleeping peacefully beside her and whispered, "What about Elder Martial Brother?"

She couldn’t possibly carry him on the flying sword, could she?

Bai Yushan heartlessly replied, "He woke up on his own and knew to come down."

Very well, it seems like everyone is used to Elder Martial Brother getting drunk.

However, before leaving the mountain, Bai Yushan also kneeled in front of the cave and kowtowed three times.

He seemed unhappy with the wild grass and trees growing above the master’s head, and started clearing them without saying a word.

Wen Yun quietly followed behind him to help pull out weeds. As she was pulling out a weed, she saw Bai Yushan use one hand to pull out a small sapling above the cave, then threw it behind him.

Despite Wen Yun’s quick reflexes, she was hit on the head without warning.

"…"

Bai Yushan turned to see this scene, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to speak. After a long silence, he awkwardly said, "Martial Sister Wen, I…"

"Third Martial Brother, say no more."

Wen Yun quickly interrupted him, sounding urgent, "Do you want this little tree? Is it useful for your sword cultivation?"

Bai Yushan looked at the small sapling and shook his head lightly.

"It’s too small, not good for burning."

In short, he saw it as useless wood.

Then he saw Wen Yun, covered in mud, hugging the small tree and smiling foolishly.

Bai Yushan, "Are you going crazy from being hit on the head?"

Wen Yun was certainly not crazy; the only thing that could make her, usually composed and cool, act crazy was magical materials.

Truly, different worlds have different values; something useless for sword cultivation could spark a massive inter-species war in the magical world.

Wen Yun had a famous Dragon Bone Magic Wand, which was only matched by the Phoenix treemagic wand.

In legends, it is said that after the Phoenix is reborn, a Phoenix tree will grow in the same spot. There is only one of this kind of tree in the whole magical world, and the magic wand has always been held by the successive Pope of the Bright Church.

Yes, the small seedling in front of Wen Yun right now is a Phoenix tree!

Even though the tree is too small to be made into a wand, she can take good care of it and wait for it to grow big.

She carefully wrapped the seedling in her coat and held it close to her chest. Bai Yushan didn’t ask much, he just silently flew on his sword, carrying her.

Everyone at The Tenth Peak was puzzled, but compared to them, Martial Sister Wen’s love for wood was quite normal.

It was halfway through the journey when Wen Yun shifted her focus away from the Phoenix tree and realized that they were on the wrong path.

"Third Martial Brother, this doesn’t seem to be the way back to the woodshed, does it?"

"Hmm."

Bai Yushan responded with a simple noise and eventually landed on the southern slope of The Tenth Peak.

He coldly said, "Choose whichever you like."

After Wen Yun stood firm, she looked over the dense forest, her lips slightly parted, too shocked to speak for a while.

She was dumbfounded.

Didn’t they say fire hemlock only grows in volcanic craters? Why is there such a large forest of fire hemlock on The Tenth Peak!

Seeing her lack of response for a while, Bai Yushan impatiently tapped the tree beside him and said, "Then this one."

This tree was the thickest and largest in the entire forest, and he had planned to save it for the next time he forged a sword.

But since Martial Sister Wen liked wood so much, it was fine to give her a piece of firewood.

So Wen Yun saw Bai Yushan reach out with one hand and actually pulled out the fire hemlock, which was almost big enough to hug with both arms!

Wen Yun felt like she was dreaming until she landed on the ground.

Before leaving, Bai Yushan turned around and suddenly asked, "Are you satisfied?"

The young girl was taken aback, then nodded vigorously, unable to hide her joy, "I really like it, thank you, Third Martial Brother!"

She looked up at him with a curved smile on her face, which softened his usually cold demeanor. It made him feel a bit embarrassed.

Bai Yushan turned away, saying, "No need to thank me."

He turned around, asking in a stiff tone, "Is it enough?"

There is more on the mountain if needed.

Wen Yun quickly replied, "It’s enough."

After that, Bai Yushan said no more, coldly flew away on his sword.

Wen Yun felt like she was floating, thinking, "A five-thousand-year-old fire hemlock tree, maybe I can make a wand from its core?"

It was too extravagant, too wasteful. Others would spend all their savings to get a hundred-year Fire Hemlock, but she only used the core of a five-thousand-year Fire Hemlock?

This is so joyful, isn’t it?

Over the next two months, Wen Yun dedicated herself to making wands, hardly going out anymore.

During that time, Elder Martial Brother came to apologize, Third Martial Brother broke his sword twice asking for help with sword-making, Second Master Brother was nowhere to be seen, probably off somewhere with a female cultivator writing romantic stories.

Making wands requires constantly connecting with them using one’s own spiritual power to achieve perfect harmony.

While communicating with the Fire Hemlock, Wen Yun casually made wands out of Blood Pine and Elderberry as well.

Although these two were more suited for dark magic, who would complain about having extra high-quality wands?

As for that small Phoenix tree, it greatly enhanced almost every type of magic.

Wen Yun didn’t neglect the young tree, nurturing it daily with a bit of her spiritual power. The initially fragile Phoenix tree gradually grew stronger.

She slowly peeled off the bark of the fire hemlock tree while smiling lovingly at the Phoenix tree.

Grow quickly, when you grow up, I will be able to peel you.

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On the night when the wand was made of fire hemlock, Wen Yun, exhausted, slept deeply and even had a dream.

To be exact, it was not a dream but a scene she had seen before.

In her past life, Wen Yun cast her own Time Space Spell, trying to travel through time and go back home.

However, as the time and space twisted, her body was instantly torn apart, leaving only a gradually dissipating soul drifting in a strange dimension.

With the cycle of seasons and the shifting of stars, everything spun rapidly like passing clouds and fleeting shadows.

The last image was a silhouette.

In the vast world, a line of white appeared in the sky, and heavy snowfall scattered down from the cloudy skies. Only a man in white clothes, holding a wooden sword, was slowly walking in the snow.

Snow fell on his shoulders and hair, his clothes were already soaked with bloodstains. The crimson liquid slowly slid from his hand onto the wooden sword, gradually forming droplets at the tip of the sword, falling on the snow.

It was like a beautifully sorrowful red plum blossoming in the vast world.

At that time, Wen Yun’s soul was on the verge of breaking, feeling hopeless, she decided to use her soul to cast magic to disperse the snowstorm around the man, as a gesture of accumulated goodwill.

A ray of sunlight pierced through the gloomy sky and landed on his snowy shoulders.

Then, as if sensing something, the man slowly turned around—

"Martial Sister Wen?"

It was just like when she first arrived in this world. Before Wen Yun could clearly see the man’s face, she was awakened in a daze.

The shouts from outside echoed once again.

"Sister Wen?"

Waiting outside was Xu Wanfeng, who Wen Yun hadn’t seen for a long time. When he saw Wen Yun come out, he had a smile on his face and said, "Finally out, now quickly go get your allowance for the past two months."

He raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "This time, you go by yourself. If they dare to say there’s no stuff from The Tenth Peak, come back and tell me. I will make sure they know how strong we are."

If he accompanied Wen Yun, those bullies from the Internal Affairs Hall would definitely give up the things peacefully.

Only if Wen Yun without strong cultivation went by herself, could she find out if those bullies had learned their lesson. If not, she didn’t mind snatching it again…

Calmly, Wen Yun pointed out, "Second Master Brother, it seems like you really want them not to give me anything?"

Xu Wanfeng blushed when his thoughts were revealed, and innocently said, "Sister Wen, you’re overthinking. Go quickly, if someone bullies you, come back and tell me."

Wen Yun still went, this time bringing along the elderberry wand.

Every beginning of the month was the day for the inner disciples to get their allowance, from regular clothes to various spirit stones for cultivation, and even the ores for sword forging.

Even though the direct disciple didn’t care much about this, it was still a very important resource for ordinary disciples.

So the Internal Affairs Hall quickly formed a long line, and Wen Yun walked slowly to the end of the line.

She was naturally graceful and beautiful. Wearing a simple green shirt in the outer courtyard already attracted attention. Now, in the white gauze dress of an inner disciple, she looked even more elegant and pure, like clean snow on a high mountain.

The black wooden staff she held in her hand was somewhat peculiar.

Other disciples around her secretly exchanged glances and whispered to each other.

"That younger martial sister looks unfamiliar. Do you know which peak she is from?"

"I haven’t seen her before. Maybe she’s from the sixth peak?"

"Probably not. I know all the younger martial sisters from the sixth peak, but I’ve never seen such a beautiful woman like her."

"Impressive, impressive…"

At this moment, there was a soft commotion up front. It turned out that a senior brother from The First Peak was forcefully cutting in line with a younger martial sister.

People whispered to each other, but no one dared to confront them loudly.

A disciple behind Wen Yun muttered quietly, "The people from The First Peak are really arrogant, aren’t they?"

Just then, over ten people from The First Peak finished shopping and started walking out, and this remark was heard by a round-faced younger martial sister.

Ming Yuan exclaimed, "Martial Brother Lu, this person is speaking ill of our The First Peak!"

The leader, Martial Brother Lu, stopped in his tracks and turned back, revealing a cold expression.

His features were handsome, but a long scar on his lip made him look somewhat comical.

He scanned the crowd and asked, "Who said that?"

The disciple behind Wen Yun felt nervous under his gaze and involuntarily pointed randomly, "She said it!"

Wen Yun, who was pointed at just right, slowly raised her eyelids and gazed coldly at the people of The First Peak.

Ming Yuan unconsciously looked around, relieved to see that Xu Wanfeng was not following her this time.

With courage, she urged, "Martial Brother Lu, look, it’s The Tenth Peak again…"

Wen Yun responded lightly after hearing it, saying, "What a coincidence."

Her eyes fell on the leader, Martial Brother Lu.

Initially planning to pretend not to see Martial Brother Lu who quickly slipped away, "…"

He glared at Ming Yuan, feeling awkward and unable to say the three words "Warm Martial Uncle" from his mouth. All he could do was bow with his sword in hand, showing respect to Wen Yun.

It must be said that he had learned his lesson from last time. Upon seeing even his own ancestral master, he could only bow obediently under The Tenth Peak. He no longer harbored any revengeful thoughts.

Thankfully, Wen Yun didn’t mind, nodding slightly before letting him go.

Martial Brother Lu quickly grabbed Ming Yuan, who was still reluctant, and ran away fast.

The junior disciples watching nearby were a bit dumbfounded.

"Isn’t this the elder from another peak, not our younger martial sister?"

"But her cultivation seems so low, it’s hard to tell."

"What do you know? Can you really see the elder’s true level? It’s not about lacking strength, it’s about being unfathomable!"

"Look at the black wooden sword she’s holding, it’s truly simple and unadorned!"

…

This time, the steward of the Internal Affairs Hall handed things to Wen Yun respectfully without any difficulties.

Each peak disciple carried a low-level space bag, but Wen Yun, lacking spiritual power, had to carry a large burden herself. Despite receiving many ores this time, she couldn’t fit them all in.

As Wen Yun was deciding who to give the ore to, someone suddenly handed her a space bag.

"Use mine," the young man said.

She turned around to see a handsome young man with strong features standing behind her.

He had a faint light in his eyes, pursed his lips, and spoke, "Martial Sister Wen, do you remember me?"

Wen Yun, "…"

Don’t ask me to remember names, please.

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