Master, are you going to give me a zither? Ye Xiu was instantly overjoyed.
The zither given by Master must be exceptional. Not to mention, playing the zither isn't difficult at all. He wasn't disabled so how could he not play the zither?
Master is as beautiful as kind. Ye Xiu happily said.
The White Zither thought:
This kid's mouth is so sweet and greasy, he really doesn't seem like a zither cultivator at all. What Xue Yao said is right, he must be a weirdo.
Don't get too excited too early. Giving you doesn't mean you can play it or take it away. After speaking, rays of light flashed through the azure ring on the White Zither's hand. Under the steps, three exquisite supreme zithers were neatly placed at Ye Xiu's feet.
Ye Xiu laughed and said: Master, what you said really looked down on me, Ye Xiu. There is no zither in this world that I can't play, unless it is made of stone.
At this moment, Xue Yao glared at Ye Xiu. Ye Xiu, don't talk nonsense in front of the Master!
Ye Xiu looked at Xue Yao aggrievedly. What he said was wrong?
At this time, the voice of the White Zither sounded again. Ye Xiu, you still know too little about the zither.
Every martial cultivator in this world will need their own weapons at some point, just like sword cultivators need swords, bladesmen need blades, and we zither cultivators need zithers.
For any martial artist, weapons are no different from their second life.
Don't look at them as dead objects, but they also contain their own spiritual rhyme.
If you treat it well, it will follow you. If you don't treat it well, it will just try to destroy you!
Ye Xiu was shocked to hear this: Could these weapons also have souls?
The White Zither nodded. It can be understood that way, but the world doesn't call it a soul, but a spirit.
Therefore, we must protect them in every possible way, and never let them be damaged in the slightest.
You just need to remember one sentence, which also applies to any martial artist.
The zither exists, the person exists, the zither is destroyed, the person perishes!
This is a zither cultivator!
The voice of the White Zither fell mightily, and Ye Xiu's frivolous eyes gradually became serious.
That's right, whether it's a sword or a blade, or a zither, you need to treat it like yourself and treat it carefully. At critical moments, they can save lives.
Ye Xiu nodded seriously. Master, I understand.
Um. The white zither said in a deep voice: These zithers have been with me for nine hundred years for a long time, and three hundred years for a short time.
The zither is also a weapon, and in the Star Continent, weapons are also divided into mortal tools, profound tools, king tools, emperor tools, saint tools, and divine tools!
The three zithers at your feet are all king tools. In principle, you should at least reach the Star Cave Realm to be able to subdue them before you can play them.
But your master wants you to try now.
After listening to Ye Xiu, he was moved. Sister Xue Yao is still the best.
He then looked down and slowly squatted down, his eyes sweeping over the three zithers. These three zithers must be quite valuable.
Of course he didn't know that even the Heavenly Origin Holy Palace didn't have many king tool zithers.
Later, Ye Xiu reached out and placed it on the zither on the far right. On this zither, there was a picture of a hundred auspicious birds flying, as if migrating birds were giving a strong visual impact.
The White Zither and Xue Yao were staring closely at Ye Xiu. This Hundred Birds Zither was not easy to subdue. It was cast with the essence blood of a hundred kinds of bird monsters. It could be said that the spirit was very powerful.
Xue Yao, do you think this kid can do it? The White Zither asked.
Xue Yao shook her head. Back when I was at the Star Cave Realm, I was qualified to play the Hundred Birds Zither. Although Ye Xiu's aptitude is far better than mine back then, it is indeed unlikely that he can play it.
Just as Xue Yao's voice fell.
A zither sound roared up directly!
It was as if there were hundreds of birds singing between heaven and earth, flying past.
At this moment, the faces of the White Zither and Xue Yao changed instantly!
No matter who it was, they all showed an incredible look!
No one expected that Ye Xiu could actually play it!
It is known that zithers that have reached the king tool level already possess spirits and can choose their own masters, but they are absolutely related to strength. The stronger the strength, the easier it is to be chosen by the spirit.
But what realm is Ye Xiu!
Only the sixth layer of the Star Force Realm!
When Xue Yao played the Hundred Birds Zither, she was already at the Star Cave Realm!
Ye Xiu raised his hand and felt like something was missing.
The White Zither asked, Ye Xiu, how is this Hundred Birds Zither?
Ye Xiu shook his head and said, It doesn't seem to be the one I want.
The White Zither smiled and said, It's okay, just keep trying. But don't blame Master for not warning you, the spirit of each zither is different, so their criteria for choosing masters are also different.
This Hundred Birds Zither has identified you, the next zither may not.
Ye Xiu nodded: Disciple understands, Master.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Xiu looked at the zither in the middle again.
Carved on this zither was a ferocious tiger, looking quite daunting. Just looking at it once gave a strong sense of deterrence.
At this time, the White Zither muttered behind: Everyone's physique and so on are different, so it is difficult for two zithers to choose the master at the same time.
The White Zither's muttering had just ended when he suddenly felt a huge tiger roar shaking the world.
At this moment, it was like a giant tiger pouncing, giving a fierce and terrifying feeling.
The surrounding flowers, plants and trees trembled because of this tiger roar.
The White Zither's face changed completely.
The Tiger Roar Zither was also subdued by Ye Xiu!
Is this kid still human?
Letting the king tool zither surrender at the Star Force Realm is one thing, but it's two zithers in a row!
However, Ye Xiu just shook his head. Although the Tiger Roar Zither had sufficient momentum, it was still a bit lacking and could only barely meet his expectations.
After that, Ye Xiu looked at the third and last zither again.
Carved on this zither were countless flying snowflakes, giving a chill that made people shiver involuntarily.
Ye Xiu put his hand on it and only felt a terrible icy cold directly spreading on his hands.
The White Zither and Xue Yao watched Ye Xiu closely. Could this kid even subdue the Flying Snow Zither?
Ye Xiu's fingers hooked slightly.
I saw the sound of the zither lingering, and on the ground under his feet, layers of thin ice began to form. Even on the surface of the pond, the thin ice spread visibly fast.
Hearing this icy, bone-chilling zither sound, the White Zither and Xue Yao were completely dumbfounded.
No way?
This kid really subdued it again!
Subduing three zithers in a row!
This is something that even humans can do?
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
