Chapter 90

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Chapter 90: Come Here!

"Have you heard, after three thousand years, there is someone ready to ascend again!"

"Oh? Let me think… Currently, the powerful figures in the Transmigration Realm are only a few, could it be the Sect Leader Ye from Qingliu Sword Sect?"

"You guessed only half right. Indeed, it is a sword cultivator from Qingliu Sword Sect, but this time it’s not Sect Leader Ye who is ascending, but his closed-door disciple, Wen Yun Fairy Wen!"

"Whaaat—how old is she this year? Already ascending?!"

…

The news of Wen Yun’s ascension spread like wildfire, starting within Qingliu Sword Sect at first, but later, every major sect across the Four Continents came to know about it.

At first, everyone was unsure about it. After all, there were rumors that the path to immortality had been cut off, and Wen Yun was too young to ascend.

But when Dharma Master Du Yuan from Tianyin Temple and the ancestor of the Wan family came to visit, they were terrified by the thunder, and Wen Yun’s aura was so frightening that it confirmed she was going to ascend.

Since Ye Shubai became the sect leader, Qingliu Sword Sect became lively again.

And this time was even livelier than before, perhaps because there was no threat from demon cultivators. Everyone was free and rushed to verify Wen Yun’s ascension.

However, when they arrived at Qingliu Sword Sect, everyone hesitated and dared not enter, only observing from afar in Castle Peak City.

The tea houses and pubs in the city became very lively, with the new story by Dream Immortal, "Younger Martial Sister with the Flaming Stick," becoming popular among storytellers. Some noticed that the main character resembled Fairy Wen who was ascending, sparking a new wave of discussions.

People from all over listened to the storytellers while watching the thunder, feeling thrilled.

The clouds spread across the sky, with faint flashes of golden-purple lightning on the horizon. Even from afar, the earth-shaking sound could be heard.

Spectators from a distance were terrified, not to mention the members of Qingliu Sword Sect who experienced the might of the thunder up close.

The sword fighters who were fighting on the mountain peaks quietly retreated to the courtyard, afraid that their swords would attract the thunder.

The only ones left on The Tenth Peak were Zhu Erchong and his companions.

"Don’t be afraid, the thunder can strike a hundred times in a row. At first, it’s not scary at all, not much different from the clouds that leaked before."

Wen Yun sat calmly on the top of The Tenth Peak, enduring the occasional thunder, reassuring her friends standing far away to stay calm. To ensure their safety, she even gave away her celestial thunder umbrella.

"It’s not that we’re scared, after all, this thunder has been striking for three days. We’ve gotten used to it."

Holding an umbrella to protect his fellow disciple Zhu Erchong, Wen Yun sighed helplessly, feeling resigned.

When they first learned about Wen Yun’s thunder tribulation descending, both the younger generation and the elder generation, like Yue Xingzhou, hurried back with a mix of joy and worry, stumbling along to protect her.

Thinking that they might never meet again after this ascension, even tough men like Shen Xinghai couldn’t hold back their tears.

Everyone presented their most cherished treasures to Wen Yun, bidding farewell with reluctance, making heartfelt promises to ascend within a thousand years and meet again in the higher realm, their determination was truly touching.

Unexpectedly…

Thunder has been striking for three days since Wen Yun attracted it, and she hasn’t ascended yet.

From tearful standing to sitting and watching, the crowd is now lazily sitting in the courtyard of The Tenth Peak, sharing food and wine, chatting and laughing.

Martial Sister Mengran couldn’t help but sigh, "Martial Sister Wen, you ascended at the age of sixteen. I’m afraid no one would believe it in the future."

Wen Yun also sighed helplessly.

She also wanted to suppress her cultivation for a few more years, waiting for her sword skills to be more complete before ascending. However, her cultivation could no longer be suppressed, and she finally attracted the ascension thunder.

There is no such thing as "half-step ascension" in the upper realm. After reaching perfection in the Transmigration Realm, one will face the tribulation thunder and ascend through the shattered void.

The reason she and Ye Shubai couldn’t ascend before was because they hadn’t cultivated the power of heaven and earth. Now that they have realized it, ascension is a natural progression.

People all say that Wen Yun is a rare talent and has excellent luck, which allowed her to ascend at the age of sixteen. Only she knows that she had actually accumulated five hundred years of cultivation before that.

Exactly speaking, this is her second "ascension". In her previous life, she turned into ashes because she didn’t refine her body with the power of heaven and earth. So, she couldn’t even withstand the first heavenly thunder and died.

Hearing everyone praising themselves as geniuses, Wen Yun couldn’t explain and could only sigh to herself, "How can there be so many geniuses and adventures? It’s just working hard in secret places."

Perhaps they all thought those words were humble, but only she knew the hardships of these hundreds of years.

Another golden thunderbolt struck towards Wen Yun, and this time, the thunder was louder than before. Despite Wen Yun being prepared, she still took two steps back when hit.

She didn’t use any treasures to defend herself anymore because Immortal Su Yuan informed her that this thunder refining was a rare opportunity, and the more thunder she could endure, the better.

Each thunderbolt was stronger than the previous one. While she managed to stay calm when struck by thunder before, she now looked a bit pale.

Her martial brothers and sisters had been chased out of The Tenth Peak by her long ago. With their current cultivation level, if thunder struck them slightly off, they would turn to ashes. Only the little fire dragon and Senior Su Yuan remained by her side now.

"The forty-second heavenly thunder."

Immortal Su Yuan sighed softly and said this number with a complicated look, "In the higher realm, the more heavenly thunder one can endure, the stronger the power after ascension. Some face only a few heavenly thunders, while others… I’ve heard that when the young Martial Uncle of the Dongxuan Sect, Shang Wuyang, ascended, he endured a staggering one hundred and one heavenly thunders. After ascension, he could even battle against high-level pseudo immortals. It’s terrifying!"

Immortal Su Yuan can be considered as a highly talented person.

After entering Dongxuan World, he practiced upper realm techniques and soon attracted heavenly thunder, although not as terrifying as Martial Uncle Shang Wuyang, but still with eighty-eight bolts of heavenly thunder, surpassing many talented individuals in Dongxuan World.

It was because of this that the background-less Immortal Su Yuan drew jealousy from others in Dongxuan Sect and caused a lot of trouble.

Putting aside his unhappy past, he turned to Wen Yun and said seriously, "Little Yun girl, with your talent, you should not be inferior to me. Every ten bolts of heavenly thunder represent a challenge. If you can withstand the tempering of ninety bolts of heavenly thunder, even in the upper realm, you will be considered a top talent with limitless potential!"

Just as Wen Yun was about to say something harsh, another bolt of thunder struck her, causing a sharp pain in her chest and a trickle of blood from her mouth!

"Silly magician!"

Little Fire Dragon wanted to defend her, but Wen Yun scolded, "Little Hong, step back!"

Tears filled Little Fire Dragon’s eyes rapidly, whether it was from anger or worry, his voice choked involuntarily, "You might as well ascend now, what if a powerful thunder strikes you later and you die?"

Clearly a fierce-looking dragon, yet shedding tears like a child.

Actually, it didn’t want to do that, but couldn’t help it.

It had seen its owner die with its own eyes.

Wen Yun was like this at that time, one moment she was smiling and talking to herself, the next moment, she silently died, not even able to scream.

Wen Yun had described to it many happy scenes, with no one from the church chasing them, having family and friends together, and many interesting things that she promised to show it. But in the end, it saw a tragic scene.

It didn’t want to see it again.

The little dragon had already turned back to its original form. It kept flying above Wen Yun’s head, like a mountain protecting her from the thunder, even though the thunder wasn’t meant for it. In reality, it was just a spirit coming out of dragon bones, so it couldn’t really do anything.

Wen Yun took a deep breath, waited until she had regained some strength, then looked up softly at the huge dragon circling above her head.

She raised her hand and beckoned to the little dragon, and surprisingly, the proud dragon obediently flew down and lowered its head into her palm. It rubbed its head against her palm, its eyes tightly closed with tears falling down, looking pitiful.

Wen Yun wiped away the tears with her sleeve and gently stroked the dragon’s head, comforting, "Little Hong, don’t cry. What trouble could I have? Can you bring me the Phoenix tree?"

The little dragon turned away, hiding tears from Wen Yun. He grumbled reluctantly but still obediently flew down and brought the Phoenix tree up.

The Phoenix tree had grown quite tall now, Wen Yun’s chosen pot from before could hardly fit it anymore.

The emerald leaves showed faint golden veins, and at the top leaf sat a translucent and handsome male spirit. He seemed to understand Wen Yun’s current struggles with thunder, looking at her worriedly instead of enjoying the mountain views as usual.

This was Yu Qinghong, who had been saved by Wen Yun before and was now resting in the Phoenix tree.

Wen Yun politely gestured to Yu Qinghong and said softly, "Friend Yu, I destroyed your physical body, so sending you into the Phoenix tree for rest is my way of making amends. I didn’t expect that due to unforeseen circumstances, we would form a master-servant bond. This is my fault."

Yu Qinghong couldn’t speak, but he looked at Wen Yun gently, smiling and shaking his head as if to comfort her.

"If I ascend to the upper realm, as my wooden spirit, you would naturally follow. However, the upper realm is not as great as everyone thinks. Ascending is extremely dangerous, and we might be attacked as soon as we arrive."

"My cultivation has reached its peak here, and staying would only bring trouble to the cultivation world. I have no choice but to go to the upper realm. But you are different; you have family and friends here. If you stay, in a hundred years, you can reunite with them."

Little Yu Qinghong stood straight on the leaf, looking at Wen Yun seriously, listening attentively to every word she said.

After explaining everything, Wen Yun finally mentioned the most important thing, "I have improved my skills and can now release the Master-servant Contract without harming your soul. Can I send the Phoenix tree to your father now?"

As these words fell, the little person on the Phoenix leaf seemed a bit confused, staring with clear eyes without reacting for a long time.

Wen Yun looked up at the sky, worried that thunder might strike again, and thought Yu Qinghong’s silence meant agreement. She raised her hand to release the contract.

As she raised her hand, Yu Qinghong unconsciously took a step back, then shook his head solemnly.

Wen Yun was surprised and realized, "You don’t want to release the contract?"

Yu Qinghong nodded and elegantly gestured with his hand, then knelt down gracefully, unable to speak. He carefully wrote on the leaf.

Wen Yun stared, able to read the words clearly due to her advanced skills.

"The sky and earth are vast, I wish to travel with the clouds."

After writing this sentence, the little person seemed a bit shy, quietly wiping away the words and covering his face with his sleeve.

Wen Yun sighed and solemnly warned him about the dangers of the upper realm, but the wooden spirit, despite appearing gentle and delicate, had a very determined attitude and insisted on following her.

She had no choice but to give up and then turned her gaze to the little fire dragon.

The small fire dragon, who was being stared at, suddenly changed his expression and aggressively shouted, "Ha! Are you trying to test me? Even Little Qing, who you’ve only known for a short time, dared to go with you. I’ve been following you in two realms, I might as well go to other places with you…If you kneel down and beg the great Lord Fire God Dragon, I might consider it."

It arrogantly crossed its two front paws in front of its chest, waiting for Wen Yun to coax it, but unexpectedly, Wen Yun really fell into deep thought, showing a hesitant look as if she wanted to cancel their contract.

The little fire dragon panicked and immediately grabbed Wen Yun’s sleeve with its chubby claw, "What do you mean? Why aren’t you begging me yet? Are you planning to abandon the underage dragon!"

Wen Yun was unable to extricate herself from it, she patted the dragon’s head a few times before calming it down, "I didn’t plan to cancel our contract, I was thinking about Little Bai…He has been in seclusion since last month, has he not come out yet?"

The little fire dragon immediately felt relieved and after rubbing Wen Yun’s hand for a while, it slowly said, "He’s out of seclusion, he’s been standing behind you for a while."

"Hmm? When did he get here?"

Wen Yun turned around and indeed saw a clear and refined figure standing behind her, Ye Shubai was like the countless times he had turned around in the past, standing quietly behind her, looking up slightly with a beautifully drawn eyebrow and eyes, resembling a finely drawn landscape painting.

He didn’t answer Wen Yun, but the little dragon eagerly replied, "When exactly? It seems like it was when Little Qing fearlessly said, ‘I wish to follow the clouds for a glimpse,’ right?"

Ye Shubai stood there calmly, even gave a barely noticeable nod, as if agreeing with the little dragon’s answer.

"…"

Wen Yun cleared her throat awkwardly, feeling embarrassed for no apparent reason, starting to feel guilty.

This feeling was new to her, the three spirits in front of her were supposed to be of equal status, but for some reason, she was always cautious around Ye Shubai, afraid he might think she favored the other two.

But her heart clearly leaned towards him all along!

"Little Bai, you…"

"I’ll go with you." Before Wen Yun could speak, he confidently gave his answer, his voice clear and cold.

As soon as the words fell, his gaze subtly landed on the Phoenix tree, casually returning back before softly adding another sentence.

"I am also your sword spirit."

Ye Shubai did not think there was anything worth considering, so he came out without hesitation upon realizing that Wen Yun was about to ascend while in seclusion.

Wherever she went, he would follow without hesitation. For Ye Shubai, it was not a choice but a natural thing to do, like breathing.

Wen Yun could only sigh.

Ye Shubai was destined to ascend with her because her ascension would surely attract the attention of the upper realm. As someone who understood the laws of heaven and earth, staying here would be like waiting for death, so he followed her as a sword spirit during the ascent.

Why does this sound like a person taking their pets to ascend to the heavens?

However, Wen Yun did not have time to think as another purple and golden thunder descended towards her, followed by seven consecutive thunderbolts without giving her a chance to react!

A strong pain spread through her body, causing Wen Yun to tremble uncontrollably. She bit her lip tightly, feeling a metallic taste rising in her mouth while her body began to weaken uncontrollably, almost collapsing.

The little fire dragon screeched and rushed forward. Ye Shubai instinctively flew up to block the thunder for her.

On ordinary days when he was usually calm, even his voice started to tremble, shouting in a panic, "Ah Yun!"

Holding his sword bravely against the thunderstorm, but Senior Su Yuan stopped him, loudly reminding, "Facing the thunderstorm is a test of fate, not a hardship. Only the weak rely on external forces to pass through it in the upper realm. True heroes see it as a gift from the heavens and endure it with all their might!"

Ye Shubai’s body swayed, his dark eyes fixed firmly on Wen Yun, devoid of the peace and aloofness he had cultivated over the centuries, leaving only a trace of the confusion he showed in his youth.

He knew this was her destiny, and he should not, nor could he intervene.

It was strange that she was the one struck by the thunderstorm, yet his face was even paler than hers.

The little fire dragon dare not look, closing its eyes and crying desperately. Held by Senior Su Yuan, it could not move and could only cling to Ye Shubai’s legs, sobbing.

Ye Shubai gently touched its head, consoling in a deep voice, "She will be fine."

Unsure if he was comforting the little fire dragon or himself.

When the pain reached its peak, his body only felt numb.

Wen Yun was like this, she didn’t feel the pain anymore.

She knew she could actually leave this world behind, and vaguely understood that if she left, she wouldn’t have to endure the trials of the heavenly thunder anymore. But her rationality told her to endure a little longer.

Endure a little longer!

That arrogant person from Dongxuan World could withstand a hundred and one bolts of heavenly thunder, why couldn’t she?

While the upper and lower realms may differ greatly in resources, the righteous hearts of the people in the lower realm are not any worse than those in the upper realm. Today, she wanted the heavens to know that immortals have no superiority!

Wen Yun stood proudly in the clouds, her fingers clenched into fists, enduring yet another earth-shattering ascendant thunder.

Senior Su Yuan’s voice became more and more excited, "The forty-ninth… it’s now fifty! Little Yun girl, hold on! Do not retreat now!"

Retreat?

The path of cultivation is about moving forward and not retreating. She was born with a spirit that refused to yield, preferring to break rather than bend in this life.

In the past, The Church of Light had been chasing her for a hundred years, the threat of death from the forbidden curse couldn’t make her retreat, even after entering the world of cultivation, the Xie Family couldn’t make her retreat, not even the thousands of demon cultivators and even the immortals from Dao Jie could make her take a step back!

I wonder, who can make her retreat!

The young girl raised her head proudly, after recovering some strength from the lightning strike, she gritted her teeth and raised her arm, pointing her finger towards the dark clouds looming overhead.

She challenged the heavens—

"Come here!"

"Boom!"

Gee, it actually came over!