Soman Shuchiin, starting from Fulilian to become a magician

Ye Shanming finally put his mind at ease. Kraft also realized that his best friend didn't seem to want anyone to know about this, so he could only smile awkwardly.

"By the way, Kraft, what exactly are you going to the South for this time?"

In order to divert the dazzling gazes of Fulilian and Philen, Ye Shanming decisively chose to change the subject.

Kraft hesitated for a moment, but considering that he had just revealed his best friend's secret, he decided to tell the truth:

"Todd, the Last Saint of the Great Demon Clan, was researching a curse that could be unleashed upon the entire world eighty years ago, and she'll be finished in twenty years. I heard she's hiding in the southern continent, and I plan to stop her."

"That's it."

Ye Shanming sighed: "My situation is also very difficult, I can't help you."

"It's okay. It's satisfying enough to see old friends again."

Kraft was quite relaxed and comforted him.

The cold wave in the northern plateau lasted for a long time. After the snow stopped, it would not take long for it to snow again. In order to avoid disaster, Ye Shanming and Fulilian unanimously decided to stay here until the cold wave passed and set off again.

The same was true for Kraft, and during this period, Philen kept asking him and Fulilian about Ye Shanming's past, but he never asked Ye Shanming.

In her words, "Lord Ye Shanming always hides things, so it's more reliable to ask other people."

After three or four months, the cold wave finally ended. It has not snowed for several days in a row. Although the temperature is still a bit cold, it is within an acceptable range.

In front of the wooden house, both sides waved goodbye in opposite directions, ending this sudden reunion.

"May the goddess bless us to meet again."

"Goodbye, Kraft."

A beam of white light shot out from Ye Shanming's palm, ruthlessly piercing through the monster, and continued to move forward, piercing through several more monsters before dissipating along with the monster's corpse.

"Isn't this the Sword Village? Why are there so many monsters?"

Philen held a staff and continuously fired ordinary attack magic to kill monsters, but the monsters around him did not retreat at all and continued to pounce on them.

"They were probably attracted by the legendary holy sword of salvation. It was the same thing eighty years ago."

Flillian found the time to explain as she floated in mid-air, a small magic circle appearing in front of her staff, and several beams of light shot out, kicking up handfuls of snow as the monster's body dissipated powerlessly.

The little girl with long pink hair clung closely to Philen, watching them clear out the tide of monsters.

"Fei Lun, protect the village chief."

Ye Shanming shouted at Philen. There were too many monsters and he was getting a little impatient. He planned to use large-scale destructive magic.

Before Philen could respond, a gorgeous magic circle appeared under his feet, expanding rapidly and shaking the earth. Philen hurriedly grabbed the pink-haired girl who was about to fall.

A series of spikes suddenly rose up from the ground, directly piercing the monster through the abdomen, and continued to spread forward. In an instant, a thorny forest hell appeared in front of everyone, which was chilling.

Chapter 26: I can’t pull out the holy sword. I’ve been tricked by the goddess.

Ye Shanming stopped inputting magic power, and the ground spikes turned into magic power again and dissipated. Countless monster corpses fell to the ground and slowly dissipated.

"Ow!"

A long howl sounded, and a huge wolf-like monster leaped over from a distance. Its huge size and sharp teeth made it look quite scary.

"This is the mountain master."

The pink-haired girl kindly reminded him, and the monster called the Mountain Lord looked around at the humans in front of him, with a fierce light in his eyes. He kicked his hind legs, stirred up a large amount of snow, and attacked the relatively weaker Philen.

But before he could touch Philen, a beam of light as thick as a bucket shot out from the side above, breaking it in half with almost no obstruction, and then penetrated deep into the ground, forming a bottomless pit.

After using magic to scan the surroundings and finding no other monsters, Ye Shanming walked towards Philen, and at the same time used magic to control the earth to restore the deep pit to prevent any villagers from accidentally falling into it.

"Thank you so much, Master Ye Shanming and Master Fulilian."

The pink-haired girl walked out from behind Philen, standing on tiptoe, trying to look the two of them straight in the eye. However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't do it, and finally had no choice but to give up.

"Speaking of which, I'm really troubled, Lady Flillian. Didn't you say you'd come back half a century later? Even I, a gentle person, am going crazy."

The pink-haired girl pretended to be mature and tried hard to hide her anger. After she finished speaking, she smiled.

"These are the last words of the former village chief, my grandmother."

"What a hassle! Didn't I tell you it's okay to come back eighty years from now?"

Fulilian looked nonchalant, but this annoyed the pink-haired girl. She puffed up her cheeks and said dissatisfiedly:

"No, Lady Fulilian, you must keep your promise. I have also brought you grandma's last words."

"So good, so good."

Seeing how hard she was trying to persuade Fulilian, Ye Shanming couldn't help but stroke her head.

But Philen did not participate. After clearing out the monsters, she stood in front of a cave and looked inside curiously.

"Is this the legendary sword of the brave? The brave Sinmel used this sword to slay the demon king."

Hearing Feilun's words, Ye Shanming put down his hand that was stroking the little girl's hair and walked in front of Feilun. Feilun glanced at the current Sword Village chief who was still entangled with Fulilian and asked in a low voice:

"Ye Shanming came here to take the Sword of the Brave to fight against the reborn Demon King?"

"How is that possible? I just came to check on the Brave Sword."

Ye Shanming laughed when he heard this:

"Although you can't feel it, the sword is actually restrained by the goddess's divine power. It can only be pulled out if the conditions are met. It can't be pulled out now."

"Hey, that brave Sinmel..."

"He didn't actually pull it out. The sword of the brave that killed the demon king was actually a fake made by a dwarf."

Ye Shanming smiled and told Feilun the secret that only a few of them knew. Looking at the old and worn sword of the brave stuck in the ground in the cave, he felt that the sword was wrapped in an unpredictable and terrifying power, and its aura was exactly the same as what he had felt in the monument of the goddess.

"Perhaps it's just as the rumors say, only when a catastrophe powerful enough to destroy the world occurs can someone pull it out... Tsk, it starts again."

Before he could finish his sigh, Ye Shanming suddenly made a sound of disgust. Philen was startled, looked at him, and suddenly made a sound of surprise, pointing behind him.

"Master Ye Shanming, your back! It's glowing!"

Two faint white lights lit up from Ye Shanming's shoulder blades. They were very faint and could not be seen at all if one stood a little further away.

"It's okay. It happened the same way eighty years ago. It happens whenever I get close to this sword. It's an old habit I've had since then."

As he spoke, Ye Shanming walked a few steps away. Just as he said, the two balls of light on his back dimmed again.

According to his guess, it was probably related to the monument of the goddess back then. When he was first pulled into the paradise by the miracle Graosam to conduct extradition magic, two divine powers surged into his shoulder blades. It should be that the power of the goddess on the holy sword resonated with him.

Because of this, he once tried to pull out the Sword of the Goddess, but unfortunately, he couldn't do it.

"Okay, Flillian, we should go."

Ye Shanming greeted Fulilian, and when passing by the village chief of Sword Village, he couldn't help but stroke her head.

"Lady Fulilian, you must come earlier next time. If you don't keep your promise, I will pass on my will from generation to generation like my grandmother did!"

The pink-haired girl continued to relentless, standing at the entrance of the village, waving at the three people as they left, and at the same time making threats to Fulilian that were not threats at all.

"What a hassle! I shouldn't have come to check on the Holy Sword earlier."

Even on the road, Fulilian was still complaining. It was the first time she was harassed like this.

"That's all because of Lady Fulilian's lack of sense of time, even when she wakes up every morning."

Philen also started to complain, and Fulilian regretted what she had just said.

After leaving the Sword Village, the three continued to fly and stop on their journey. According to Ye Shanming's estimation, they would be able to return to the magic city of Oisast in a few months.

After all, we have to take Philen into consideration. Otherwise, with his speed, one day of non-stop flight plus space transfer would be enough.

"I see, you're adventurers."

In the forest, Ye Shanming sat quietly on the grass, waiting for Philen and Fulilian to return.

The weather has been a bit abnormal these days. Although spring has arrived, the temperature has started to drop and there are signs of heavy snow. In order to avoid the same predicament as last time when she almost got into trouble on the plateau, Fulilian plans to find a village to take shelter first.

The young man with a mustache noticed that Ye Shanming was obviously distracted and continued to talk to him:

"I also dreamed of becoming an adventurer. When I was a child, I had a very good playmate..."

"That's really good. I didn't have any playmates when I was a kid."

Ye Shanming interrupted him, and the young man paused and continued:

“He was reckless and full of energy, like a gorilla, and we had lots of little adventures together.”

"Oh, what about now?"

"Later, when I grew up and was about to forget that dream, he invited me to become an adventurer with him."

"Then it seems you must regret not being with him."

Ye Shanming's constant interruptions made the young man clench his fists as he recounted his past, but he managed to calm his anger and continued:

"Yes, if I had held his hand at that time, my life would have changed."

As he spoke, he extended his hand to Ye Shanming, with a sincere look on his face: "So, this time, as long as you hold my hand, you can change my fate of being swallowed by the swamp."

Looking at the young man whose lower body had sunk into the swamp and his hands covered in mud, Ye Shanming hesitated for a moment, but still decisively refused:

"I'm sorry, but I refuse to hold your hand. It's too dirty."

"Then use magic. Magic will work too!"

The young man finally couldn't hold back his expression and screamed hysterically.

"My magic will hurt you. Wait for my companions to come."

Chapter 27: The mature older sister is just an old woman.

"Master Ye Shanming, we have found a place to stay temporarily."

Philen followed Fulilian. They had just negotiated with the village chief in a nearby village and rented a vacant house to stay in until the upcoming snowstorm passed.

"Is this your new friend?"

Fulilian held down her skirt and squatted beside Ye Shanming, looking at the young man trapped in the swamp with him.

"No, I just met someone who was lost on the road of life."

"Hey, little brother, while you guys are chatting, can you please rescue me from the swamp first?"

Ye Shanming shook his head and answered Fulilian's words, but the young man with a small mustache looked devastated. Only the area above his shoulders was exposed.

"Then wait a moment. I need some time to recall the magic that pulled people out of the swamp."

"Then please hurry up."

The young man with a mustache was in tears.

On the path in the forest, Ye Shanming quietly took action, strangled a small snake that attacked him, and threw it to the ground.

The young man with the mustache was finally rescued, covered in mud. Fulilian and Philen both kept away from him in disgust. In order to hide his embarrassment, he led the way while chatting with the three of them.

“My name is Zain, and I’m a monk. Are there only three of you in this team?”

"Correct."

Ye Shanming answered absentmindedly. He didn't know what was going on, but he always felt uneasy since leaving the Sword Village.

"That's very strange."

"Is there something wrong?"

Zain stroked his mustache, his confused expression aroused Philen’s curiosity, and he couldn’t help but take the initiative to speak.

"She's a mature older sister."

Zain hammered his right hand: “Normally, doesn’t the team always have at least one mature and sexy older sister?”

The curiosity on Philen's face froze, and the next moment, he pulled Fulilian away quickly, with disgust even worse on his face than before.

Ye Shanming shook his head and sighed: "What kind of weird thinking do you have? Petite girls are obviously more popular. Mature and sexy older women are a complete burden."

"Master Ye Shanming, please don't talk to such a strange person!"

Hearing Ye Shanming’s words, Feilun puffed up his cheeks again and pulled him away from Zain, leaving the latter alone at the back.

The fireplace in the room was lit and the temperature began to rise. Philen took off the scarf around his neck and let out a long breath, which condensed into a white mist in the air.

Fulilian squatted in front of the fireplace, warming herself by the fire, with a peaceful smile on her face, looking like an elderly grandmother.