Chapter 12
There was nothing she could do; she wasn't a sword cultivator and didn't have a sword, so she could only borrow Lin Zhu's sword.
As her gentle hand gripped the silver-white sword hilt, the smile on her lips widened, as if she were the true owner of the sword, radiating an innate confidence.
Centered on herself, a gust of wind arose around her. With a powerful flick of her wrist, a sword intent shot straight at Song Jie. Before he could react, a deep trench was cleaved in the ground beside him, extending backward until it was completely obscured by the mist.
Everyone was stunned.
They had thought that Wen Wan, who was weak and powerless, was a burden, but this sword strike completely changed their perception.
She had mastered the technique Lin Zhu had just used perfectly, and its power was not to be underestimated.
"You...you all..." Terrified by the whistling sword intent, the Kunshan Sect disciples were speechless, their faces filled with disbelief.
"Is this the Kunlun Sword Technique? How is it? Do I look good?" Wen Wan ignored them, tossed the sword back to Lin Zhu, and asked with a proud expression.
Lin Zhu silently gave her a thumbs up: "Exceptionally talented!"
This is true.
He was able to demonstrate his talent in just one encounter; Wenwan's talent was far greater than he had imagined.
"Lin... Lin Zhu, as a disciple of the Kunlun Sect, you have taken it upon yourself to teach the Kunlun Sword Technique, which is only taught to direct disciples of Kunlun, to outsiders. Aren't you afraid of being discovered by the sect leader?"
They still had a chance of winning if Lin Zhu was alone with his burden, but Wen Wan's sword strike made them see the reality clearly, so he could only make excuses.
Wen Wan has no spiritual power, and the Kunlun Sect would never accept a disciple without spiritual power, no matter how talented she is. Lin Zhu's unorthodox sword technique is the reason they dared to attack him.
"What? You think you can learn it after watching it only once?" Lin Zhu looked at him with amusement.
"Hmph, it's just a worthless medicinal herb field, I'll give it to you." Song Jie steadied himself.
"As for what I saw today, I will report it to the sect truthfully. You will be punished for your external sword technique training."
After making those harsh remarks, he led his group away in a sorry state.
"You two young friends are truly extraordinary talents, far surpassing our abilities."
Seeing that Song Jie and his group had already gone far away, the cultivator who had just told them to give in and suffer a loss quickly stepped forward to flatter them, trying to salvage his image.
One of the two people in front of them is a disciple of Kunlun, and the other is exceptionally talented. If they can befriend each other, it will definitely help them on their future path to immortality.
Wen Wan glanced at him and said without giving him any face, "If you suffer more losses and become a blessed person, you might be able to look up to us."
Upon hearing this, the cultivator remembered his earlier statement that "suffering a loss is a blessing," and his face instantly turned ashen, as if he had swallowed a fly. The surrounding cultivators, seeing his humiliation, chuckled, and seeing the matter was over, they dispersed.
Wen Wan unceremoniously pocketed all the calming herbs. That's good, she'll have materials for alchemy next time.
"By the way, Lin Zhu, where did you get so many swords? I want one too. That move you just made was so cool."
Most importantly, it can exert a certain power without needing spiritual energy! It's practically tailor-made for her.
Regardless of which school or sect of sword techniques it comes from, once you learn it, it becomes your own.
"What are you thinking about?" Lin Zhu tapped her head without any politeness. "That's the Frost Sword, ranked third among the Ten Great Immortal Swords. Do you think it's some piece of junk you can just get anytime, anywhere?"
Wow! The Ten Great Immortal Swords, that sounds amazing!
But she covered her head where she had been hit, and pretended not to care at all: "So what if you have the Ten Great Immortal Swords? Let me tell you, I have powerful backers in the cultivation world. I'll have them help me find one that's even better than yours!"
"Backing? What backing?" Lin Zhu looked at her with amusement. "The Ten Immortal Swords all have owners, or they are the treasures of their respective sects. What use is it if you have a powerful backing?"
"Hehe!" Wen Wan said proudly, "You don't know, do you? Although I'm nobody, my older brother's reputation is so good that it'll scare you to death if I told you."
"Your older brother?" Lin Zhu raised an eyebrow. How come she never knew Wen Wan had an older brother? Wasn't she hidden away in the back mountain for over ten years? How come she has an older brother?
"At only twenty years old, he has become the youngest cultivator to reach the Nascent Soul stage." Wen Wan patted her chest, her face full of pride: "The Third Prince of Qingyun Continent—Chu Yun!"
Lin Zhu: ...
Lin Zhu looked at her with a complicated expression.
I wonder what Wen Wan's expression would be if she knew that he was the older brother she was talking about.
Also, when did he become her older brother?
In the real world, the two were alumni of similar age who met while volunteering together. In fact, he had always had a crush on Wen Wan, the well-behaved type, but he felt that his own personality was unreliable and that he was not good enough for her, so he did not dare to pursue her.
Later, when the apocalypse broke out, he became a mindless zombie and stood on the opposite side of humanity.
Once she regained her senses, she realized she was now the zombie queen. What she saw was Wen Wan carrying a scythe, clearing a path for the survivors to live, while she stayed behind alone to fight the zombie horde.
Faced with a horde of hideous, unrecognizable zombies, she did not back down. She grew into a brave and resilient hero, completely different from her former obedient daughter, with no trace of her former self.
Yes, otherwise, how could one survive in this cannibalistic world?
Looking at his blood-stained hands... he didn't know how many people he had killed, nor did he dare to think about it.
He thought... dying at her hands would be a good thing.
He approached slowly, his gentle eyes fixed on her with a resolute gaze, watching her warily.
Time has passed, and he never expected that their reunion would be like this. He felt a mix of emotions.
Perhaps it was the intimidating presence of the Zombie King, or perhaps it was because she felt utterly hopeless under the zombie horde.
Even though he didn't approach aggressively, she still chose to charge up her powers and self-destruct.
The massive explosion destroyed her, along with the zombie king and the zombie horde; no one survived, but it gave the survivors behind her a chance to live.
When he opened his eyes again, he had become the Third Prince, a prodigy in the eyes of the world, with extraordinary talent. Everyone thought he had a bright future, and he acted accordingly.
Later, he heard that a man was bullying people with a sickle. He was happy, but also afraid of disappointment.
If he could be reborn, perhaps Wenwan could too. Perhaps it was heaven that gave them a second chance to make up for their past regrets.
He followed the clues and found Wen Wan. Although she was only a five-year-old baby, he was certain he hadn't mistaken her for someone else. Fortunately, lifespans in the cultivation world are long, so he could wait for her to grow up.
However, the zombie king's ferocity destined him to never become a refined and virtuous cultivator.
Having examined his spiritual roots, he learned that Wen Wan was "special" just like him. After sending Wen Wan to find her godmother, he intended to see her off, but at that moment, the evil energy within him erupted, and he suddenly fell into demonic possession. In order to control that dark evil energy, he hid for fifteen years.
He reappeared beside Wen Wan under a different identity—Lin Zhu.
At the same time, he also tried his best to purify his own evil aura.
"What, you're scared when you hear my older brother's name!" Wen Wan said with an air of knowing full well.
Lin Zhu snapped out of her reverie and smiled nonchalantly: "Everyone knows that the young genius Chu Yun fell into demonic possession and disappeared without a trace after returning from a trip down the mountain. There has been no news of him since."
"What did you say?"
Wen Wan's smug expression froze on her face, her expression turning extremely ugly as she looked at him with suspicion: "You're not lying to me?"
She quickly realized that he wouldn't lie to her about something like this, so she asked, "Have you heard why he fell into demonic possession?"
Although they had only met once, the other person was an old friend who had helped him before, and didn't seem like someone who would fall into demonic possession.
Well, although she didn't know what the signs were before someone fell into demonic possession, she just couldn't believe that a perfectly normal person could suddenly fall into demonic possession.
"Who knows?" Lin Zhu waved his hand dismissively.
Wen Wan frowned as she pondered.
It seems I need to ask Aunt Yue if she has any news about Chu Yun; she still doesn't understand the other party's relationship with her in the present world.
In this vast world, they are like two tiny duckweeds, colliding, parting, and then meeting again in a one-in-a-million chance, which is also proof that she once existed in this world.
No matter the circumstances, Chu Yun was always different in her heart.
"Marrow Cleansing Grass." Wen Wan adopted a serious expression and said succinctly, "Find it as soon as possible."
After finding it, take it back to Aunt Yue and then ask her about Chu Yun's whereabouts. However, Aunt Yue is in seclusion and it's unknown when she will come out again, which is also a problem.
She couldn't rely solely on Aunt Yue; she had to gather information herself.
Recalling Chu Yun's carefree and irresponsible manner, she felt a pang of worry. Falling into demonic ways was not a good thing; at least in the cultivation world, demonic cultivators were universally hated, while he was still the Third Prince, praised by mortals. For him, this was undoubtedly a fall from heaven to hell.
Seeing Wen Wan's anxious look, Lin Zhu naturally played along, and, oblivious to the danger, continued to inquire: "What? Why are you in such a hurry? Are you and your older brother very close?"
After saying that, he immediately denied it to himself: "No, if you and your older brother were close, how could you not know about his fall from grace?"
“He’s not my older brother.” Wen Wan was tired of hearing him keep calling him “older brother” and corrected him, “He is a very important old friend of mine, very special to me, and I don’t want anything to happen to him.”
"Also, I didn't know about his fall into demonic possession because I've been isolated from the world for too long." Every time I sneaked down the mountain behind Aunt Yue's back, time was tight, and I was too busy looking for food to remember to ask around.
He never came to visit me. Could it be that he fell into demonic possession and disappeared a long time ago?
Wen Wan became increasingly agitated. She was such a grown-up, yet she still couldn't take good care of herself.
Fortunately, they didn't encounter any more trouble along the way, and the two successfully found the Marrow Cleansing Grass, managing to leave the secret realm just before it closed.
However, a group of people had been waiting for them outside for quite some time...
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