dognovel Chapter 641 Black Lotus
Chapter 641 Black Lotus
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I can't take it anymore, I need to catch my breath. It's really awful. Where did the Free and Unfettered Sect find such a tone-deaf and music-ignorant music cultivator?
Hahaha, watching you guys get tortured by Zhong Liyu gives me a strange sense of satisfaction. You probably don't know about the university competition, but Zhong Liyu's erhu playing was also ear-piercing and noisy. I even recorded it back then. I can't believe it's been almost six years, and he hasn't improved at all.
It's a pity about the magical artifact in his hand; it's not an ordinary magic weapon, but one with a spirit within it. It's suffered terribly following him around.
A weapon spirit? This is the first time I've ever seen one. Very few magical artifacts in the sect's grand competition have weapon spirits; even top-grade spirit swords don't seem to have many sword spirits.
Spirits are rare, and spirits of top-grade magical artifacts are even rarer; they are truly exceptional.
I don't want to listen to any music anymore. Sometimes I have to admit I'm quite pretentious, pretending to be a sophisticated person. Now look what I'm getting – hearing such awful music.
Honestly, if Zhong Liyu hadn't topped the sound editing rankings, I wouldn't have believed he was a sound editor. Even his erhu playing on the Heroes Rankings wasn't like this; his "Moon Reflected in the Second Spring" was perfect in terms of atmosphere and mood. What a pity...
Zhong Liyu's erhu playing is like a double-edged sword, killing both the enemy and himself.
Even with the cotton balls stuffed inside, Jin Dazhu still found it a bit noisy.
Jiang He stood up and drew her sword from her side.
With lightning speed, it pierced the air, and even the demons in the area where the spirit sword reached became much more docile, not opening their mouths to show their teeth.
Jiang He's spirit sword flew towards the void.
Kong Ji remained silent, using his actions to evade the approaching spirit sword. Once he stood still, he watched as the spirit sword brushed past him and flew straight towards Li Songcheng.
Empty-mindedly, he formed a conclusion and frowned.
They weren't here to kill him; who were they targeting?
After a brief moment of silent contemplation, he immediately had an answer and turned to look in Li Songcheng's direction.
Li Songcheng was plucking the strings of his zither when suddenly, a sharp cracking sound came close to his ear.
Jiang He's spirit sword circled around Li Songcheng once before returning along the same path.
He stared blankly at the string that had been cut in two.
When the string breaks, the sound naturally stops too.
Li Songcheng was on the verge of tears. What a cruel heart the cultivators of the Free and Unfettered Sect had!
Li Songcheng treated his zither like his wife, and now that his wife is lame, he's not angry at all.
Li Songcheng picked up the zither and rushed forward to start a fight.
When Zhong Liyu heard Li Songcheng stop playing the zither, he also stopped.
Wanqi Ziye no longer hesitated. The fan in his hand flew out, and the hook chain hidden in the fan immediately pulled the ship to a stop.
"Get on the ship, there are spirit stones."
Upon hearing the keyword, the old man reacted again. He accepted all comers and rowed his boat closer to Wanqi Ziye.
"Hey, hey, hey! Grandpa, you're not being fair. You gave us a ride, but this little boat is already overflowing. You're still trying to make a quick buck by giving other people a ride. There were three of them. Where would we find room for them to stand?"
Zhong Liyu was furious. Despite her efforts to reason with him, the old man remained determined to row his boat toward the shore.
Li Songcheng arrived just in time, and he naturally heard Zhong Liyu's voice:
“There’s plenty of room. Look at this boat, it’s so spacious. We can even stand on the edge. We’re not fat, we can just squeeze in. You agree, right, Zhong Liyu?”
Zhong Liyu: "Pah, who wants to squeeze into the same boat as you, old man? Hurry up, don't row past. We've only traveled such a short distance. Honestly, a thousand spirit stones, and it's still overloaded. What kind of interstellar black ship is this?"
"Oh dear, I said there's room, so there's room. Come on, sir! I'll pay you two thousand spirit stones. Zhong Liyu, you can go down and feed the fish yourself. That way, you'll have a seat." Li Songcheng smiled smugly. He had been practicing his eloquence day and night for this day. Seeing Zhong Liyu's embarrassed look, his smile was radiant.
"Li Songcheng, be careful! You might pay the money if you survive, but you might not get on the ship. Take this!"
Zhong Liyu focused his mind and unleashed a burst of sword energy.
The spiritual energy materialized, and in an instant, a sword condensed in the air.
Li Songcheng stiffened. He had forgotten that this kid was a sword cultivator. How come everyone was practicing dual cultivation? With so many professions, what was he, a genius, supposed to do?
Although Li Songcheng was afraid, he still placed the zither upright in front of him.
Over the years, not only Zhong Liyu's skills have visibly improved, but Li Songcheng has also not relaxed at all. When the zither broke, he simply did not touch the string. He held the zither with one hand and began to play it with the other. At this moment, it did not look like a guqin, but rather like the playing style of a Western instrument.
Zhong Liyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and the sword in the air was stopped by a sound wave as it approached Li Songcheng.
The two battled it out under the strains of the piano music.
At this moment, besides Wanqi Ziye and Kong Ji, a wild and unrestrained cultivator with a bare chest arrived late. He scratched his greasy hair and then took out a wooden branch from his hair ornament:
"Oh, emptiness, your senior brother is here to help you!"
Li Si'an moved slowly, his steps were slow, but he reached the side of the boat in just two steps.
Jiang He frowned. She looked at the wooden branch in Li Si'an's hand, then suddenly left the hull and leaped into the air.
Just as Jiang He left, a semi-circular gust of wind passed beneath her feet, and the air became out of focus within microseconds.
Li Ling was slightly surprised. She looked at Li Si'an, who was dressed wildly, and her heart became more solemn.
The wind blade seemed to only slice through the air, but for a split second, Li Ling truly sensed a momentary distortion in the space where it struck. He couldn't imagine what would happen if a cultivator were hit by the wind blade; would their entire body be severed in half?
This person's strength is the same as Jiang He's, both at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.
Li Si'an fiddled with the wooden branch in his hand and muttered to himself:
"We missed. It's a good thing I didn't challenge the Mage Ranking match. That was fast."
Li Si'an's cultivation level was slightly higher than Kong Ji's. In terms of cultivation, cultivators at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage were considered top-tier in the sect competition. Excluding those cultivators who were deliberately hiding their cultivation and suppressing their strength, there were still differences in cultivation levels among cultivators below the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.
In this match, Jiang He, Xiao Xiao, Kong Ji, Wan Qi Zi Ye, Huang Xi, Li Si An, Yin Die, Ying Feng Yi, and Pei Ci are all at the peak of the late-stage Nascent Soul realm.
With Li Si'an's arrival, the battle situation was redefined.
Jiang He and the others not only had to face the combined encirclement of Kong Ji and Wan Qi Ziye, but also had to be wary of Li Si'an.
The wooden branch in Li Si'an's hand was a magic staff. He launched the first attack. As the boat got closer to the shore, many of the fish at the bottom disappeared. Kong Ji naturally did not miss this opportunity to attack.
He stepped on lotus flowers and walked step by step toward the boat.
The lotus flower beneath Kong Ji's feet grew several times larger in an instant, and then a black lotus flower flew out from in front of him.
This flower exudes a murderous aura; it's incredibly fierce!
"Damn, isn't this a black-hearted lotus flower?"