Chapter 75

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Chapter 75: Save Shen Autian

The change of leadership in the Qingliu Sword Sect had already spread throughout the cultivation world.

If it were another sect facing a change in leadership, there would be all kinds of conspiracy theories circulating, even creating thrilling stories in the mortal world.

However, for some reason, when it came to the Qingliu Sword Sect this time, the stories circulating in both the cultivation world and the ordinary world were not about power struggles and schemes, but about Ye Shubai’s various legends.

Upon hearing about his deeds, everyone felt: since he became the sect leader, there shouldn’t be a need to seize power, right?

What was even more bizarre was that many legends about Ye Shubai began to spread in the cultivation world, such as "The White Moonlight of Supreme Immortal Ye" and "Saving the Corrupted Supreme Immortal"…

Wen Yun was lucky to receive two thick books as gifts.

She flipped through them and admired how Wan family ancestor controlled the public opinion risks in the realm of cultivation, and neatly stored these items in a space bag, sighing, "You truly deserve it. It turns out that Wanbao Pavilion monopolizes all the books in the realm of cultivation. How did you manage to create so many works in just two months?"

"You flatter me, it’s just some minor tricks behind the scenes."

Wan family ancestor smiled with wrinkles on his face, thinking that these books had been prepared hundreds of years ago. Initially, he thought it was a losing business, but now he could make a profit with spiritual jade.

It’s not much, adding up all the spiritual jade from different continents and cities, it’s just over two hundred thousand top-grade spiritual jade.

What’s more important than the spiritual jade is that it assured the other sects in the realm of cultivation.

Initially, they thought the Qingliu Sword Sect was in internal conflict and were hesitant to take sides or participate in the inauguration ceremony of the new sect leader.

Now, with the public opinion being positive and Liu Luoyin personally sending invitations to sects across the continents, Ye Shubai’s identity as the new sect leader became unquestionable, and no one dared to doubt it.

As a result, all the well-known sects from the four continents came to pay their respects. They brought generous gifts, flew on cloud boats, or rode spirit beasts, and headed towards the Qingliu Sword Sect in a grand manner.

Other big sects are used to keeping some servants for tasks like important events or ceremonies, they just need to follow procedures, and they don’t do miscellaneous work.

But here’s the problem, the stingy sword cultivator doesn’t have this extra money.

In the past, miscellaneous tasks were done by outer disciples, this time there were too many people, both inner and outer disciples were very busy. Although the sword cultivators were used to big scenes, they were used to fighting battles, not setting up venues and entertaining guests. From the Peak Lord of Qingliu Sword Sect to the novices, they were all very busy.

After busy for half a month, The First Peak was renovated beautifully, the main hall used for various ceremonies was also refurbished, each peak was decorated grandly yet elegantly, showing the grandeur of the top sect in the cultivation world.

Even the disciples’ clothes were distributed two new sets by the miscellaneous affairs hall, each Peak Lord personally taught their disciples. If you dare to wear torn clothes at this event, it will truly disgrace our Qingliu Sword Sect!

The setup took a long time and cost nearly a million spiritual jades. Ye Shubai’s first reaction when he saw the bill was to return to the Dark Heaven Secret Realm with a small fire dragon, staying up all night to mine more spiritual jades.

The final result was excellent.

Following tradition, the celebration had to last for ten days. Since yesterday, numerous sects and cultivation families have come to congratulate, the guests coming and going were very lively.

Ye Shubai naturally became the center of attention in the crowd. He never liked to show off, even at his own master’s inauguration ceremony, he remained calm as usual.

The person was wearing a simple white shirt from the Sword Sect, with silver threads embroidered on the cuffs to look like phoenix feathers. He had black hair tied up with a jade crown, and carried a plain wooden sword that was not sharp. His appearance was elegant and mysterious as always, giving off a celestial-like aura that made people hesitant to look directly at him.

Wen Yun thought he might be bullied by other sect leaders due to his honest nature, but he was actually very polite in his words and actions. Though not very slick, his honorable behavior matched the Sword Sect’s reputation.

More importantly, he exuded a strong aura of prowess that surpassed many experts of the Transmigration Realm.

Most sect leaders were only at the Soul Changing Stage or lower levels, unlike the few in the Transmigration Realm. They showed respect to Wen Yun, the new sect leader, without challenging him verbally.

When the sect leader was unapproachable like a celestial being, the disciples naturally followed suit.

Led by the Peak Lords, the younger generation of Qingliu Sword Sect wore simple yet stylish white shirts, flying their swords gracefully in the mountains. They treated everyone with cold courtesy, leaving a lasting impression on all who met them.

"Qingliu Sword Sect truly lives up to its reputation. Their disciples have the aura of celestial beings, with a sharp sword intent in their movements, yet they speak gently and politely. Truly a great sect with a thousand years of heritage!"

That’s not entirely true. They don’t always act like that – they are just putting on a show.

"The ten towering peaks resemble pillars supporting the sky, inspiring awe in people’s hearts! Look at the peaks with white cranes singing, it feels like a heavenly realm, not just a place on earth!"

The crane was not a magical immortal crane, it was a meat crane bought by Bao Pilong from a restaurant in Castle Peak city. Most likely, after the celebration ends, these fat cranes will be roasted and served.

"So this is how a true immortal sect looks like. I’ve decided to go back and renovate my sect to absorb the aura of The Tenth Peak!"

Farewell, renovating once will incur debts of over a million. It’s better for you to save up. Without spiritual jade mines, it’s best to not get too attached to the aura of immortality.

All the different sects and schools, upon entering Qingliu Sword Sect, couldn’t help but admire it and deepened their awe of the Sword Sect.

Two masters in the Transmigration Realm of Qingliu Sword Sect fell, and Ye Shubai ascended to the position of sect leader. Besides the open congratulations from the various attending sects during the ceremony, they were also secretly observing if there were any flaws in the Sword Sect to exploit.

The once glorious Xie Family is now just a memory, and now the Jiang family and Blizzard Island are in constant conflict due to the fall of each sect master.

These two families have deep-rooted enmity from the past. After Jiang Si won the Swordsmanship Contest, disciples from both sides nearly came to blows, risking lives. Unexpectedly, this time, both sect masters fell. Jiang Si and Qian Lishen suspected foul play, thinking it might be the work of Qingliu Sword Sect. However, as they had their disciples stationed outside the Sword Sect mountain, they witnessed the two sect masters killing each other. With this solid evidence, and since they dared not provoke Sword Sect, they blamed each other for the conflict, leading to ongoing disputes and none of them attending the ceremony.

Three out of the four major families among the three major sects faced major problems, causing other sects to also have doubts about Qingliu Sword Sect and considering dividing this formidable entity.

Every disciple of the Sword Sect understood this principle, which is why they organized this grand celebration, displayed their superiority, and patiently dealt with everyone. They wanted to remind others that Qingliu Sword Sect is still the same as it was in the past, and they should not cause trouble.

Wen Yun also dressed up as a standard sword cultivator with her senior brothers, following behind them to greet guests.

Perhaps because of her reputation as a young genius spread too far, and her stunning appearance caught everyone’s attention, completely changing the fixed idea in the minds of many cultivators that "people with good skills look unattractive". She was surrounded by major cultivation families.

Maybe an elder tactfully mentioned that their family had a suitable grandson who wanted to learn swordsmanship from Wen Yun.

Or numerous young masters from different families got lost in the Sword Sect many times, stylishly introducing themselves with their age, cultivation level, and backgrounds, and then timidly asking for directions.

After enduring two days of torture, Wen Yun finally couldn’t keep up the act anymore. She pulled Wan family’s ancestor, a bystander, back to The Tenth Peak. They set up a small table and chairs in the bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain, drinking tea and leisurely flipping through books.

"You should accompany your master to meet people from prestigious sects. Taoist Friend Ye is now the sect leader. You will inevitably have to deal with their direct disciples in the future. It’s better to be acquainted early on."

Upon hearing this, Wen Yun felt a headache and chuckled, "Please spare me, elder. I am naturally lazy and uncouth, I really can’t get along with those noble family sons…"

Just as she finished speaking, a slightly youthful voice came from the other side—

"Excuse me, senior brother, do you know where Martial Sister Wen is? I found my way yesterday with her guidance, so I brought a token of thanks today."

Wen Yun, holding a book in her hand, looked up and covered her face with it to pretend she couldn’t hear or speak.

The Wan family ancestor couldn’t help but laugh and teased her, "Little Yun girl, look who’s come knocking on the door. Shouldn’t you go meet him? He is the youngest son of the Shangguan family from the West Continent. It is said that he is also a skilled swordsman and wishes to join your Qingliu Sword Sect. Aren’t you planning to go and see him?"

Wen Yun replied quietly, "I saw him yesterday, lost his way three times at The First Peak, The Third Peak, and the Sixth Peak! I really don’t want to guide him again."

Although she usually didn’t like to think deeply, it was too obvious that the other party was coming for her. How could she be silly enough to believe that they met three times in one day purely by fate?

Wen Yun never believed in love at first sight. The man interested in her was only attracted by two things: her appearance and her identity as the head disciple of the Qingliu Sword Sect. After all, becoming her partner in cultivation would make him the only son-in-law of the Qingliu Sword Sect, a prestigious status.

After finishing the remaining half cup of tea, Wen Yun tucked the half-read book into her sleeve, politely bid farewell to the Wan family ancestor, "I’ll take my leave now. Please enjoy your tea slowly."

Just as she was about to walk around the peak through the bamboo forest to find peace and quiet, it seemed like another person was approaching from outside the bamboo forest. Although the conversation was not clear due to the distance, Wen Yun immediately recognized the owner of the clear, cold voice.

It was Ye Shubai.

Wen Yun stopped in her tracks, feeling a strange sensation in her heart. She leaned in to eavesdrop, listening intently towards that direction.

The young lad from the Shangguan family clearly recognized Ye Shubai. He bowed very respectfully and said, "Sect Leader Ye, I am Shangguan Xiuxian, twenty years old, from the West Continent Shangguan family. I am currently at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment. I am an old acquaintance of Martial Sister Wen. I came to pay my respects, but I heard Martial Sister Wen is not here. Can I wait for her at The Tenth Peak?"

The eavesdropper was deeply shocked. This person’s shamelessness surprised them. How did they become old acquaintances after just meeting thrice yesterday?

Wen Yun was worried that Ye Shubai might be deceived into thinking that this guy was her friend. After all, he was not very warm towards her friends, but he was extremely tolerant. For example, when Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong often teased him as Junior Brother Ye, he never got angry. And when the direct disciples brought grilled chicken and crane to The Tenth Peak to treat her, he only warned her not to eat too spicy and didn’t stop them.

She was afraid that Ye Shubai would believe this nonsense and actually bring this guy to The Tenth Peak. As she was preparing to mentally inform Ye Shubai of the truth, she heard his usual cold voice from outside the bamboo forest.

"She is diligent in practicing swordsmanship and dislikes being disturbed."

Shangguan Xiuxian understood that this was actually a polite refusal.

However, he still felt a bit unwilling. Perhaps it was the courage Wen Yun gave him by pointing out the way three times yesterday. So he daringly spoke again, "Yesterday, Martial Sister Wen and I had a pleasant conversation. I believe she will be pleased to see me. If I can’t come up the peak, I’ll wait at the foot of the mountain for her."

A pleasant conversation.

The moment this phrase came out of Shangguan Xiuxian’s mouth, it seemed like the sunlight above was obscured by wispy clouds, and Ye Shubai’s usually clear face turned colder by three degrees.

"You might have misunderstood." His voice was very calm, like an elder explaining to a younger person. He said gently, "In terms of seniority, your grandfather calls me Martial Uncle, so you should address her as Martial Uncle as well. In terms of cultivation level, she is already at the Nascent Soul Stage, while you are only at the Foundation Establishment Stage."

Every time Ye Shubai spoke, Shangguan Xiuxian’s face grew more ashamed. He started to lower his head unknowingly until they discussed the gap in their cultivation levels, he almost covered his face with his sleeve.

Finally, Ye Shubai said calmly, "So the concern between you two is just like that of an elder caring for a junior, nothing more than friendly conversation."

Shangguan Xiuxian turned pale, staggered in his bow, and walked away in a daze, leaving behind the gift he had prepared.

The bamboo forest rustled in the wind. Ye Shubai turned to climb up the peak, but when he looked back, he saw Wen Yun suddenly standing in front of him, her eyes bright and fixed on him.

Seeing her expression, Ye Shubai knew she had heard everything.

Ye Shubai looked a bit uncomfortable for a moment, hesitated, and said, "I…"

"You’re so amazing now!" Wen Yun’s eyes were filled with joy, yet she was afraid of being overheard by the old man who loved telling stories in the bamboo forest. She took two steps forward, leaned close to his ear, and praised him, "Just a few words from you and you’ve exposed this fraudster!"

"Fraudster?" Ye Shubai repeated the word.

"Yes, I don’t even know his name, I just showed him the way, but he wants to trick you into taking him to The Tenth Peak." Wen Yun quickly explained this, then grabbed Ye Shubai’s sleeve and smiled up at him, "You’ve been with Little Hong for a long time, and now you’re really smart, you even realized that he has nothing to do with me."

Ye Shubai pursed his lips, he didn’t actually know if that person was familiar with Wen Yun, but he didn’t like the intention he sensed from the other person’s words, so he didn’t want him to go find her.

Wen Yun didn’t know the inside story, watching the troublemaker leave, she happily asked, "How did you find time to come back? Are those sect leaders finally not keeping you for discussions?"

"Hmm." Ye Shubai nodded and asked seriously, "Have you received Shen Xinghai’s message through the jade slip?"

Wen Yun shook her head, frowned and said, "I sent a message to Martial Brother Shen half a month ago to ask him to return. He should have arrived by now, I wonder why he hasn’t returned to the sect, could it be that Martial Brother Shen’s jade slip broke?"

Shen Xinghai had been protecting the refugees on Mortal Island to rebuild their homes, promising to bring his two disciples back to the sect soon, but there had been no news from him.

The two looked at each other, both thinking about the troubles Shen Xinghai might encounter with his mysterious constitution, and they felt worried for a moment.

Just as Wen Yun was about to contact Shen Xinghai again, a sword flew in and Zhu Erchong, pale with excessive use of spiritual power, tumbled off the flying sword onto a huge rock at the foot of The Tenth Peak, hitting his head and bleeding.

Despite his current state, he didn’t care about his appearance. When he saw Wen Yun and Ye Shubai, his eyes suddenly lit up. He scrambled to his feet, blood sliding down his forehead, tears mixing in, indistinguishable.

"Young Brother Ye! Sister Wen!"

In a moment of urgency, he completely forgot about seniority, tremblingly shouted out one sentence-

"Young Brother Shen is just outside the mountain gate, quickly go save him!"