“This world is just like those Taiji diagrams of the soul—good and evil can never truly exist apart.”
“I will never be able to create a benevolent world, either.”
At that moment, having witnessed countless souls turn black with her own eyes, Qianqian’s dream of a utopia shattered completely.
She slowly lowered her head and looked at herself.
Her soul, originally stained black, gradually dissolved into a chaotic haze.
Qianqian slowly removed the Heavenly Demon Zither from her back.
She gazed down at the refugees below.
“If they have to live in hatred every day…”
“Then wouldn’t living one more day mean suffering beneath that hatred for one more day?”
She gently brushed her fingers across the strings.
The zither’s melodious, carefree notes gradually spread throughout the refugee camp.
Those who had been living in agony…
Slowly relaxed their furrowed brows.
The hatred in their eyes gradually faded as well.
Then, one by one, they peacefully closed their eyes.
From that moment on, they would never again have to experience the suffering of this world.
They all departed this life without the slightest pain.
A nurse who had been working noticed that the patient struggling in front of her had suddenly grown calm.
He softly murmured,
“What a beautiful melody…”
Then the heartbeat monitor flatlined.
At that moment, countless injured people across the Southern Continent—
beneath the soothing, melodious notes—
were freed from pain, disability, hunger, and despair.
Amid the music,
they relaxed completely.
Then they peacefully departed this agonizing world.
Suddenly!
Spirit Crane looked up in horror toward the heavens.
A massive storm of lightning rapidly gathered.
It had witnessed a scene like this once before, when the Flood Serpent transformed into a dragon.
“Qianqian!”
“You…”
“You seem to be facing a tribulation!”
Spirit Crane could hardly believe what it was seeing.
The little girl who had once loved clinging to Qilin was now about to undergo the Martial God Lightning Tribulation.
Qianqian also glanced up at the sky.
But she could see nothing.
She could only sense that, somewhere beyond mortal perception, an inexplicable destiny had locked onto her.
“Let’s go somewhere deserted.”
Spirit Crane quickly flew toward the ruins at the center of the Southern Continent.
As it flew, it spoke anxiously:
“What a pity!”
“If only your master were here.”
“The precious blood within his body is incredibly potent!”
“Yin Hu and that Wang Zun both survived their crises after drinking his blood.”
Qianqian shook her head.
“Master is living through suffering too.”
“Senior Sister Weiwei is dead. He must be devastated.”
“I won’t add to his troubles.”
“If I die, don’t tell Master.”
“Just let him believe that I’m still alive somewhere in this world.”
Spirit Crane set Qianqian down on a relatively flat boulder.
It spoke sorrowfully:
“If you die, I won’t have any friends left.”
Qianqian gave a faint smile.
“You can come with me. I’ve heard there’s a Netherworld. We can go see it together.”
“I wonder if we’ll run into Qilin.”
Spirit Crane’s feathers immediately stood on end.
It could sense that Qianqian had changed.
There was no longer the slightest fear of death in her words.
Nor did she have any attachment to this world.
But Spirit Crane did not want to die.
It hurriedly backed away several steps.
“Qianqian, don’t scare me!”
“You have to do everything you can to overcome the tribulation. Don’t give up your life so easily.”
“The Netherworld definitely isn’t a good place. Haven’t you noticed that everyone is trying to come back to life?”
Qianqian smiled calmly.
Her fingers lightly plucked the strings of the Heavenly Demon Zither.
She began to play the tune Qilin loved most.
The scenes of her time with the qilin surfaced before her eyes once more.
She no longer remembered when she had first met the qilin.
She had been too young to remember anything back then.
All she knew was that, when she was little, she often ran to the summit of Jade Mountain to play the qin.
She had been so young that her fingers were too short.
Her playing had been terrible, and she could not even finish a single piece.
But the qilin still loved hiding in the sky and listening in secret.
As time passed,
they became good friends.
From then on, her favorite thing to do was play the qin for the qilin.
She ate with the qilin, slept with it, played with it, shared snacks with it, and roamed the skies together with it.
Although the qilin was no longer there,
those carefree, unrestrained days
would exist forever.
A smile appeared on Qianqian’s face.
The sound of the qin flowed like water, brushed past like a gentle breeze, and warmed the heart like the morning sun.
But then the music took a sudden turn. It became cold and merciless, filling the air with killing intent.
Later, the qilin died.
Her master struggled in agony without end, bitterly holding together this hopeless world.
The kind world she had wanted to build was also utterly destroyed.
The good friends she had made on the Southern Continent
died amid the grudges and conflicts of others.
The qilin was gone.
Her home at Jade Mountain’s Yaochi was gone too.
Even the café in the Safe Zone was gone.
As Qianqian’s music changed,
the first tribulation lightning crashed down.
Under the shocked gaze of the crane,
Qianqian slowly opened her eyes, which had been closed.
Lightning flickered within her pupils.
She smiled at the crane.
“Spirit Crane, I can see you!”
The crane asked in astonishment,
“You can see again?”
Qianqian nodded.
“Close your eyes again. I don’t want to see this world at all.”
At that moment, the second bolt of tribulation lightning descended.
Qianqian’s twelve fingers continued gliding across the strings.
She remained immersed in her own world.
The waves of sound gradually transformed into countless scenes.
There was the qilin, Chen Feng, Spirit Crane and Black Tortoise, as well as one unfamiliar figure after another.
There were bustling cities and the lush, verdant Kunlun Mountains.
There was also tribulation lightning filling the sky, the qilin with half its body bitten off by a flood dragon,
and the living hell that was the Southern Continent.
As the tribulation lightning continued to descend,
Qianqian’s aura grew stronger and stronger.
An oppressive force unique to a Martial God quietly descended.
At this point, Spirit Crane no longer knew what to say.
It simply could not understand how humans weathered their tribulations.
When the flood dragon and Yin Hu underwent their tribulations, they had relied entirely on brute force to endure them.
The last time Wang Zun underwent his tribulation, he had endured it the same way, nearly carrying himself to death.
Later, he gave up instead, and somehow managed to survive.
But Qianqian was different yet again.
From beginning to end, she had done nothing but play the qin.
The heavenly tribulation seemed not to exist at all.
Spirit Crane watched helplessly as the ninth bolt of tribulation lightning poured down like a waterfall in reverse.
Around Qianqian, an enormous phantom of the martial path slowly rose.
It was the figure of a young girl.
Her eyes remained closed,
yet she seemed to be looking down upon the entire world.
Gu Qianqian spoke without emotion.
“Heaven’s Dao knows nothing of human warmth, coldly watching all the sorrow in this world!”
At this moment, it was as though she had completely comprehended the Seven Absolutes Qin.
The phantom of her martial path slowly raised both hands.
The bolts of lightning seemed to transform into strings held in the young girl’s hands.
She merely plucked them lightly with her six fingers.
The strongest ninth tribulation lightning abruptly came to a halt.
A melody from the qin resounded across the desolate Southern Continent,
allowing those who lived in suffering to find complete release.
At this moment,
across the vast Southern Continent,
only one human and one crane remained.
Chen Feng, who was still locked in battle,
received another system notification.
[Congratulations on achieving the Renowned Master accomplishment.]
[Your fifth disciple, Gu Qianqian, has advanced to Martial God.]
[Reward: 10,000 vitality points for her master.]
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ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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...
