Mortal: Fifteenth Realm Sword Cultivator

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Even an enlightened person, if unable to control even the slightest wandering of the mind, will sometimes idly swat mosquitoes and flies, and suddenly feel the urge to kill them all.

Wen Tianren emerged from his secluded retreat. In the distance, on the Holy Demon Island, a series of pavilions and palaces stood amidst the surging sea of ​​clouds, their heights varied and their grandeur magnificent.

The mountains are green and the water is clear.

Birds and white clouds together invite guests to linger.

Sunlight streamed down, shimmering with golden light; at first glance, it hardly looked like a sacred place of demonic cultivation.

It was clearly a blessed land, with magnificent palaces and pavilions everywhere, like the abode of immortals.

After Wen Tianren finished admiring the distant scenery, the girl with the sword took a deep breath, stepped forward, and whispered her reply:

"Master, a new cultivator has recently arrived at White Wall Mountain. His origins are unknown, and he has been lingering on the mountain for several months. There are also rumors that the Mountain Master and this person seem to be getting close... There are already many images of the two of them circulating widely in the market."

Wen Tianren's voice was unreadable as he asked, "Your behavior was intimate? Did you obtain the image-recording bead? What were its contents?"

The woman carrying the sword then took out a memory bead from her waist and presented it with both hands.

Wen Tianren swept the image with one hand, his divine sense instantly probing into it. A moment later, he crushed the image bead into powder.

"Heh, anyone with eyes can see that Zhuang Huayi just found a scapegoat. But the fact that it has spread to Holy Demon Island shows that the rumor has spread very widely... not just a little."

The woman carrying the sword bowed and said, "Reporting to my master, I have done a general investigation. Almost all the forces in the Inner Sea that have paid any attention to this matter are aware of it. According to my investigation, the price of a recording bead on the black market, apart from the value of its material, has been inflated to 170 or 180 spirit stones per bead."

Wen Tianren chuckled lightly, "Are these rogue cultivators so rich in spirit stones they don't know what to do with them, or are they just bored out of their minds?"

The woman carrying the sword stood with her head bowed, seemingly wanting to speak but holding back.

Wen Tianren's gaze remained fixed on the distant sea of ​​clouds, still discerning her hesitation. He said calmly, "From now on, speak your mind. There's no need to hide anything from me. Say whatever you want, and I won't hold it against you for your words."

The woman carrying the sword took a slight breath, her tone somewhat unnatural.

"Reporting to Master, these recording beads have not only been scattered around by those with ulterior motives, but have also been turned into a 'fast-moving consumer good' for sale. Some beads only record a very short segment, and are very cheap. Cultivators destroy them after watching them once. There is even a nickname for these things in the market, called... 'A Few Things About Nascent Soul Female Cultivators'."

Upon hearing this, Wen Tianren's smile deepened.

"A few things?"

He repeated the title slowly.

"That's quite fitting. It seems that Zhuang Huayi is willing to tarnish her own reputation in order to avoid being my teacher's wife. She's putting on quite a show."

The recording bead in his hand just now contained complete information, basically recording the entire scene.

Although the man's face was not clearly visible, his voice suggested that he was not very old.

As for Zhuang Huayi, her various expressions and the gesture of reaching out to shake the other person's hand were quite clear.

Wen Tianren asked, "Have you found out anything about the man in the memory bead?"

The woman carrying the sword quickly replied, "Reporting to the master, this person's face is unclear, and his true appearance was not revealed in the image-recording bead. In addition, the two people's words were vague, making it difficult to investigate further. Fortunately, however, there are already spies planted by our Holy Demon Island around White Wall Mountain. According to the reports, that person should be a Nascent Soul cultivator without a doubt, and this matter has already alarmed the Holy Lord."

Upon hearing this, a genuine look of surprise flashed in Wen Tianren's eyes, which quickly turned into intense interest.

"A Nascent Soul cultivator? Heh, interesting."

He wasn't angry at all; on the contrary, he seemed to be watching a show, which I found strangely intriguing.

Throughout the entire Chaotic Star Sea, who doesn't know the Demonic Path Giant, the Six Paths Supreme Saint?

Who would dare to lay a finger on a woman whom Master has taken a liking to?

Wen Tianren was even prepared to call her "Master's Wife" and had prepared some "gifts" in advance.

A Nascent Soul cultivator...

What kind of spell did Zhuang Huayi cast on that person to make him so reckless as to jump out and become a target?

A playful smile curved at the corners of Wen Tianren's lips.

Thinking about this, he suddenly understood.

Judging from the blurry image of the man in the image bead and the calmness in his words, he didn't seem to know anything about it.

She's probably just a pathetic wretch who was schemed against and used by that woman, Zhuang Huayi.

However, does this woman really think that she can make her master hesitate to act against her just by randomly bringing in a Nascent Soul cultivator?

That's incredibly naive.

Given the master's temperament, even if this person is truly ignorant and dares to touch his private property, he will hardly escape death.

As for Zhuang Huayi, she probably doesn't know that the more this is the case, the more interested her master will become in her self-directed and self-acted act of trying to muddy the waters with the help of others.

She thought she could get rid of it this way?

It's ridiculously naive, and... pathetically stupid.

Wen Tianren could even clearly foresee that his master would turn that person into a puppet corpse in front of Zhuang Huayi.

"Interesting, truly interesting. Has Master given any instructions?"

Wen Tianren asked in a calm tone.

It was based solely on a single, simple statement that contained no information whatsoever.

Wen Tianren pondered for a moment, then lightly tapped the jade belt at his waist with his fingertips and shook his head with a tsk-tsk sound.

Master must have already set off for White Cliff Mountain.

Both were late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, and although they weren't as eccentric and tyrannical as that crazy old woman from the Myriad Laws Sect, they were still vengeful.

I won't be able to witness the excitement in person.

It seems he still has to call Zhuang Huayi his teacher's wife.

Of course, with the teleportation array on Holy Demon Island, if Wen Tianren really wanted to go to the White Cliff Mountain sea area, he could teleport there in a short time.

However, such behavior was viewed with suspicion by the Six Paths Supreme Saint.

That means they're a bit clever, but not very bright.

Trying to guess the will of the emperor is nothing short of rebelling against the Heavenly Gang.

"Prepare a spare."

Wen Tianren said it casually.

The woman carrying the sword bowed and replied, "Yes," before flying away on her weapon.

Wen Tianren casually stretched his arms and back, like a lazy, ferocious beast.

It's time to get out and about.

Wen Tianren's lips curled into a detached smile as he gazed at the churning sea of ​​clouds outside Holy Demon Island.

I need to find a few Core Formation cultivators and fight them a few times.

Otherwise, one would truly be unable to grasp the essence of this Level Six True Demonic Art.

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On the southeast coast of Baibishan, there is a colorful coral reef known as the "Eighteen Scholars".

This coral is rooted in the seawater and grows on the surface; it is a unique creature of the Chaotic Star Sea.

This coral tree has a unique shape, with branches that resemble a tree and flowers growing on them. The petal-like textures are layered and overlapped, forming a hexagonal corolla with distinct layers and a neat arrangement.

What's even more amazing is that its shape is very similar to a cup of tea with vibrant green and colorful hues. Its colors flow in seven hues, with nearly eighteen different shades, creating a dazzling and ever-changing spectacle, hence the name "Eighteen Scholars".

It cannot be used for alchemy, nor can it be used as material for crafting weapons.

However, the products they produce, such as cardamom, perfume, rouge, and face powder, are rich and vibrant in color, with a shimmering rainbow effect. Each product also has its own subtle fragrance, and there are many varieties.

It has always been favored by female cultivators and is a treasured item that beauty-loving cultivators compete to collect and carefully maintain.

A middle-aged man landed gracefully, his movements light and silent.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze slowly sweeping over his surroundings. His posture was relaxed and composed, as if he were strolling into his own backyard.

His gaze was casual, yet it seemed to take in every minute detail of his surroundings, without the slightest trace of artifice.

A young female cultivator came riding the wind from afar, landing a few feet away from him, her expression wary.

"Where did this cultivator come from? This is the sea area belonging to White Cliff Mountain. The mountain lord has recently forbidden anyone from setting foot here. You must leave immediately!"

She couldn't afford to be so wary.

This is the lady's most cherished back garden. It is clearly protected by a barrier. How did this person manage to sneak in so silently?

Today was her turn to be on duty. If she hadn't routinely scanned the area with her divine sense, she probably wouldn't have noticed that there was an uninvited guest in this small space.

The middle-aged man did not answer, but his expression changed slightly, revealing a gentle smile.

The female cultivator from Baibi Mountain smiled and narrowed her eyes when she saw this uninvited guest.

It seemed gentle, but for some reason, it made my heart skip a beat and my hair stand on end. A chill ran down my spine and straight to the top of my head. The words I wanted to say were frozen in my throat, and I couldn't utter a single word. My hands and feet felt icy cold, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

This feeling of palpitations was even more suffocating than facing the mountain lord directly.

She tried to move her feet, but her body was stiff as iron and she couldn't move.

Because a hand had silently pressed down on her head.

The middle-aged man's voice was gentle. "What the lady says should naturally be listened to, but what I say should be remembered even more."

The female cultivator's pupils contracted sharply, her eyes darted left and right in alarm, and her voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Who...who are you?!"

The middle-aged man's five fingers, like hooks, bound the female cultivator's head and soul together.

The headless female corpse collapsed to the ground, her head and soul emitting an extremely mournful wail, as if enduring the pain of being pierced by ten thousand arrows and slowly torn apart.

The middle-aged man seemed annoyed by its noise, and with a casual flick of his wrist, he completely ripped the wailing soul from its head and put it into his sleeve.

Then, with a flick of his finger, the soulless head and corpse exploded with a "poof," turning into a pool of blurry blood and mud that splashed onto the colorful coral reef, creating a stark contrast with the magnificent scenery.

The middle-aged man chuckled and said, "Of course, he's your mountain lord's husband."

Qifeng Terrace.

Zhuang Huayi parted her lips slightly, and a wisp of extremely condensed black "sword energy" was exhaled from it.

The moment it left the lips and tongue, it surged and transformed in an instant into a miniature black phoenix, its entire body as black as ink and its feathers exquisitely detailed.

The little phoenix fluttered its wings and landed lightly on her shoulder, nuzzling her neck affectionately. Then, its form dispersed and transformed back into a ball of pure, dark, gloomy energy, condensing into a black bead the size of a little fingertip.

Zhuang Huayi parted her cherry lips again and swallowed the "Phoenix Essence" that had been condensed into a pearl back into her body.

(P.S.: How about making Lady Wen the main character's sword-bearing maid? Isn't the essence of fanfiction to change something...?)