"Such powerful qin intent actually hidden within this zither music?"
Xu Mo Zhu's face changed in shock as he uttered these words, finally understanding why Li Jiaxin was so nervous!
Now that he knew there was qin intent contained in the zither music, even without Li Jiaxin saying anything more, he tactfully closed his mouth by himself and quietly felt the artistic conception conveyed in the zither music.
The zither music drifted gently, penetrating the ears.
The artistic conception within instantly pulled Xu Mo Zhu back into a very distant, very distant memory.
Back when the Sword Sect's Xu Mo Zhu, who would one day become a pillar of the sect, was still just a young boy of humble origins who dreamed of one day becoming a cultivator, he had faced setbacks and injuries. Yet each time when he could barely persevere, upon returning to that dilapidated house there would always be a bowl of hot rice, a bowl of hot soup. The kindly old woman would always help mend his frayed clothes and wash his shoes until they seemed brand new.
"Mo Zhu, I believe you are the best!"
These words used to always echo in his ears. That gradually hunching back, that kindly smile and gentle care, his old mother...
Time flowed by swiftly, years flew past.
Unknowingly, over a thousand years had already gone. Only now did Xu Mo Zhu realize that voice had long ago faded into indistinctness.
That gentle admonishment had also not surfaced in his mind for a very long time...
And that once tender youth had finally grown into a generation's pillar.
Yet she was no longer here.
"Mother."
Unknowingly, the zither music had already ceased, yet Xu Mo Zhu remained lost in memories, unable to emerge from them. The esteemed elder of the prestigious Sword Sect currently had eyes brimming with tears.
"It seems we looked down on him with dog eyes." At this time, Li Jiaxin also gently said, "This one is no mere Martial King, just based on the qin intent within the music, he must at least be a Martial Venerable level existence!"
As she spoke, Li Jiaxin also lowered her head to dab at the corners of her eyes.
Somehow, her eyes had also reddened without her noticing, though she didn't know which memory this zither music had touched upon in her heart.
"Martial Venerable? No wonder!"
Xu Mo Zhu glanced at Li Jiaxin. Even someone as powerful as Li Jiaxin, who was half a step into the Martial Ancestor realm, would react like this, so it must really be someone even higher than Martial Ancestor, at the Martial Venerable realm, who was capable of this.
"Let's go, we must pay our respects." Li Jiaxin took a deep breath, her expression becoming much more solemn, and her tone changed from casually greeting him to paying respects.
Xu Mo Zhu nodded.
The two leapt and shot forth in streams of light, flying toward where Yi Feng was.
"Alas, gotta keep practicing!"
Yi Feng shook his head helplessly, also shaking out his somewhat sore arms. It seemed he had heard something, so he hurriedly looked up to see two streams of light flying toward him.
"More cultivators?"
Yi Feng was slightly surprised to see their flying posture, and yearning also showed in his eyes.
If his crappy system was just a little more reliable, perhaps he could also roam freely across the land now?
However, having encountered cultivators again, Yi Feng was not too startled, after all this wasn't the first time he had interacted with cultivators, like Luo Lanxue, and the swordswoman he met in the mountains were also cultivators.
Only, Yi Feng was a little unclear why these two were looking for him.
Finally, the two landed in front of him.
Yi Feng also set down his guitar and stood up.
But the two people who he thought were here to find him for something instead bowed deeply to him, and respectfully said in unison:
"Li Jiaxin."
"Xu Mo Zhu."
"Greetings, Senior."
The two carefully sized up the protagonist, shockingly discovering that even up close, they still couldn't sense the slightest ripple from Yi Feng...
Exchanging a glance, waves of shock surged in both their hearts.
Could he be an ordinary person?
Impossible, just the qin intent that deeply captivated them within the zither music, an ordinary person couldn't accomplish that.
Martial Venerable.
Confirmed!
Yet Yi Feng was completely confused why two cultivators were calling him Senior and flew over. So he said, "You two must have the wrong person. I'm no senior, just an ordinary person here gathering herbs in the mountains."
"Ordinary person?"
Yi Feng's words also left Li Jiaxin and Xu Mo Zhu baffled.
Could they have gotten it wrong?
Was this youth before them really just an ordinary person, an ordinary person with superb zither skills?
Just as the two were thinking this, Li Jiaxin suddenly noticed something, her pupils sharply contracting. Feeling immense shock, she also signaled to Xu Mo Zhu with her eyes.
Hearing this, Xu Mo Zhu's gaze also swept over and he shuddered violently!
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
