Chapter 8

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Chapter 8: Two Naughty Turtles

The noble young man introduced himself as Shen Xinghai and thanked Martial Sister Wen, "Thanks to your help during the inner gate trial that day."

Wen Yun really didn’t remember ever using any skills.

Shen Xinghai insisted on delivering things to The Tenth Peak for her, and seeing his enthusiasm, Wen Yun didn’t refuse.

When they reached a quiet and deserted place, Shen Xinghai suddenly slowed down.

"Martial Sister Wen, are you prepared for the upcoming sect competition?"

Wen Yun blinked and asked, "What is the sect competition?"

Shen Xinghai was clearly taken aback, "The sect has been preparing for the competition for the past two months, and you didn’t know?"

Wen Yun, who had been focusing on making wands for the past two months, truly had no idea.

"Qingliu Sword Sect holds an internal competition every hundred years, where young disciples under a hundred years old participate to determine their ranking and allocation of resources among the peaks."

Seeing Wen Yun’s clueless expression, Shen Xinghai explained further, "The top nine disciples can also participate in the prestigious Swordsmanship Contest, which reportedly has generous rewards, but it has always been an opportunity for the senior disciples of the nine peaks."

Wen Yun heard something strange, "Why are there nine disciples instead of ten?"

Aren’t there a total of ten peaks?

"…" Shen Xinghai glanced at her, unsure how to explain.

Wen Yun understood that perhaps The Tenth Peak had not been included in this matter before.

Shen Xinghai avoided the topic and reminded, "Although it’s a friendly competition, we can’t be sure that there won’t be those with ill intentions. Younger martial sister, lacking in cultivation, needs to be thoroughly prepared."

Wen Yun understood, thinking the other party almost meant to say, "Someone might try to harm you, so be careful."

He then took out a piece of armor from the bag and handed it to Wen Yun.

"This armor can withstand a full strike from a master at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage."

The armor was clearly made for a woman, very lightweight, almost weightless in her hand.

Such a valuable talisman for protection, it was exchanged at a high cost.

This looked like something specifically for repaying a favor. Wen Yun did not refuse, but after some thought, she took out a piece of old yellow paper.

"I give you this item, if you encounter a strong enemy, just tear it apart."

Shen Xinghai stood in place watching Wen Yun go far away, until her silhouette was no longer visible, then he lowered his head to examine the yellow paper.

This was not a common spiritual symbol in the cultivation world, with no hint of spiritual power fluctuation, and the circular pattern drawn was extremely strange, something he had never seen before.

It seemed that Martial Sister Wen, who lacked spiritual power, had been deceived by someone, thinking this was a spiritual symbol.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but smile, carefully keeping the yellow paper close to him.

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Wen Yun went to inquire about the details of the inner sect competition from three senior martial brothers.

Yue Xingzhou gently explained, "Because our master is still in seclusion, without his approval, the three of us dare not take on any disciples."

As for Wen Yun, her situation is special. On paper, she is a disciple of The Tenth Peak, but in reality, she has not officially accepted anyone as her master.

So, apart from her, there are only three old men over five hundred years old on the mountain, and there are no young disciples under a hundred years old at all.

Xu Wanfeng somehow found a fan and with a flick of his wrist, he half-covered his face, revealing only his attractive peach blossom eyes.

"Actually, we did consider accepting disciples, but unfortunately, no one wants to worship us."

He sighed slowly, "A hundred years ago, there was a talented female disciple who admired my elegant demeanor and wanted to be my disciple. She was about to come up the mountain, but she changed her mind just as she reached the foot of our mountain and went to the neighboring one instead."

He closed the fan and pointed to The Ninth Peak. Wen Yun followed his gaze and from a distance, she could see The Ninth Peak soaring into the clouds, looking like a picturesque fairyland.

In comparison, The Tenth Peak indeed looked less impressive the more you looked at it, no wonder no one wanted to come.

"Eventually, we became too lazy to take in new disciples, so we never participated in any grand competitions."

"But…" Wen Yun hesitated, "This time, all disciples under a hundred years old must participate in the inner sect competition, and my name is on the list."

Hearing this, Xu Wanfeng raised an eyebrow in surprise, "When did the rules change?"

Yue Xingzhou solemnly said, "No, there are quite a few disciples under a hundred years old who have reached the Golden Core stage. Martial Sister Wen may get injured if she competes with them."

Even though Wen Yun was looked down upon, she remained unperturbed and calmly took a sip of her tea.

She was not afraid of losing, but simply didn’t want to bother fighting with others.

Xu Wanfeng chuckled and casually replied, "It’s simple, if Martial Sister Wen goes up, she can just surrender."

Wen Yun narrowed her eyes and calmly said, "I’m afraid that won’t work."

She then shared the news she heard from Shen Xinghai, "Do you three senior brothers know about the new rule introduced this year?"

"What rule?"

"If no disciple from Tenth Peak qualifies for the Swordsmanship Contest five times in a row, the peak will be expelled from the Qingliu Sword Sect, and all disciples will be expelled."

She looked up at the three opposite, "How many years has Tenth Peak not participated in the Swordsmanship Contest?"

"Since Third Junior Brother turned one hundred years old, he has never gone again." Xu Wanfeng’s smile slowly faded. "This year happens to be the fifth time."

Bai Yushan held the sword coldly and said, "They are eager to drive us all out."

Many of the sect’s affairs have been excluding Tenth Peak, if it weren’t for Wen Yun speaking up this time, they might not have known how ruthless the sect could be!

"Before the master comes out, they are already coveting Tenth Peak! I will go find the Supreme Elder to argue!"

He angrily drew his giant sword and flew away, with the two senior brothers following suit.

Xu Wanfeng didn’t forget to pick up Wen Yun by the sword as well.

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When Wen Yun was helping Bai Yushan make a fire, she learned the story of The Tenth Peak.

The Qingliu Sword Sect originally did not have The Tenth Peak. Later, their master wielded his sword to cut down a peak of the Immortal Realm as he entered the Transmigration Realm, thus creating The Tenth Peak.

This is also why Bai Yushan could only leave marks when he tried to chop the stones with all his strength, as these stones belong to the Immortal Realm and are different from ordinary ones.

The Peak Lords who knew the inside story have always coveted The Tenth Peak, wanting to refine it to explore the method to ascend to the Immortal Realm.

However, with Ye Shubai in charge before, they did not dare to make any reckless moves to take it over.

Now, Ye Shubai has been closed in seclusion for five hundred years, during which their courage has grown.

This new rule is clearly aimed at The Tenth Peak!

With the Sect Leader absent, all the affairs in the sect are managed by the two Supreme Elders who have reached the peak of the Transmigration Realm.

They usually reside in the misty and murmuring Clear Liu Shan Valley. Few disciples dare to disturb them. A slow-moving old turtle guards the outside of the valley. Bai Yushan, carrying his sword, rushes ahead without paying any attention.

In the grass pavilion of the valley, two old men, one fat and one thin, were sitting and leisurely playing chess face to face.

Bai Yushan bowed and greeted, "Elder Ouyang, Elder Dongfang."

The chubby Elder Ouyang lazily raised his eyelids and then smiled, "You three are rare guests."

Elder Dongfang also smiled, "If you’re not preparing well for the inner sect competition, why come to us two old men?"

Yue Xingzhou stepped forward, bowed, and asked, "Sorry to disturb you, Elders. I’m just curious why the rules of the inner sect competition have changed."

Elder Ouyang, without raising his head, slowly said, "It’s because the demon cultivators have been rampant, and Qingliu Sword Sect has been negligent for hundreds of years. Young people need some pressure to exercise themselves."

"But I, the Tenth Peak, don’t—"

Before Yue Xingzhou finished speaking, Elder Dongfang waved his hand to interrupt, "Isn’t there one already?"

After his eyes fell on Wen Yun, Elder Dongfang’s eyes showed a hint of surprise and regret, but he quickly concealed his emotions, stroked his beard, and praised, "To reach Core Formation at fifteen years old, it’s truly admirable, admirable!"

This sentence is deeply heartfelt, at the age of fifteen, reaching Core Formation, always reminds them of Martial Brother Ye who overshadowed everyone of his generation.

However, it is clear that this little girl did not have the good fortune like Martial Brother Ye to achieve such a state, instead her path of cultivation was cut short early on.

The two elders seemed unable to see that Wen Yun Golden Core was lost, still smiling and saying, "To possess such exceptional talent in swordsmanship, truly worthy of being a disciple of The Tenth Peak, she will surely shine brightly in the upcoming inner sect competition."

The expressions on Yue Xingzhou and the other two slowly turned serious.

They could tell that the two Supreme Elders were pretending not to know, and even this new rule was probably their doing!

Such despicable behavior coming from elders of their age!

The two old men exchanged a glance, then sighed suddenly.

"Speaking of exceptional talent in swordsmanship, it reminds me of Martial Brother Ye, but alas, he passed away early—"

"Uncle, please be cautious with your words!" Yue Xingzhou’s face darkened, gritting his teeth as he spoke slowly and sternly, "The master is still in seclusion!"

"I spoke without thinking, please don’t be mad, nephew."

Ouyang, playing chess slowly said, "Martial Brother Ye reached the Transmigration Realm at the age of two hundred, enjoying a lifespan of a thousand years. Unfortunately, he burned three hundred years of his lifespan when he was cutting down a demon cultivator. Five hundred years have passed, and he has not come out of seclusion yet. I am worried…"

Dongfang Yang angrily said, "Martial Brother Ye is a genius, he must have already broken through the Transmigration Stage. He will ascend to the Immortal Realm soon. How can he easily face calamity?"

Yes.

Five hundred years have passed, but Ye Shubai is still silent.

The respect and fear he left in the hearts of others slowly faded away, leaving only a crazy desire for The Tenth Peak.

Perhaps only three disciples among those who remember him still believe he is alive.

"Face calamity…"

When these words reached the ears of the three disciples, it was like a harsh blow to their hearts.

Bai Yushan was shaking all over, then suddenly jumped up and swung his sword fiercely without saying a word. Xu Wanfeng followed suit with his own sword moves, and even the usually calm Yue Xingzhou joined in without hesitation.

However, the two peak Transmigration experts were not something they could defeat.

The black and white pieces attacked, and the three of them were heavily defeated, falling to the ground and spitting out blood.

Elder Ouyang looked at them with a dark expression and waved his hand impatiently, saying, "For the sake of Martial Brother Ye, I will spare you for disrespecting your elders."

Eastern Dongfang still smiled kindly and said, "Go back now. Instead of tangling with us two old men here, it’s better to go back and teach this young girl a thing or two. Who knows, with luck, she might even go to the Swordsmanship Contest."

Suddenly, Wen Yun made a move.

She calmly took a few steps forward, carefully helping the three injured senior brothers up, then slowly raised her head to look at the two Supreme Elders.

The girl’s face showed a calm and indifferent expression, her beautiful eyes curved slightly with a faint, cold smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

"Thank you for your kind words."

Her voice was more clear and pure than the stream in the valley, but also very assertive—

"I promise that there will be a seat for you at The Tenth Peak Swordsmanship Contest, so you won’t be disappointed!"

After wandering for a long time, people long for peace even more.

Although the senior brothers at The Tenth Peak are eccentric, they are also kind and gifted her many precious magic wands.

Wen Yun was practicing magic successfully at The Tenth Peak, she particularly disliked being disturbed and didn’t like owing favors to others.

It was time to show off the exceptional magic wands she had just crafted!

The author has something to say: Martial Sister Wen is about to show off!