Chen Feng was deeply moved by Gu Qianqian's sincerity.
"It's not your fault."
"Why are you willing to let me leave? Aren’t you afraid I’ll reveal your secrets?"
Gu Qianqian replied,
"Not at all!"
"If you can spread the news about the true dragon vein, it might stop the serpent in Qinglong Tomb from transforming into a dragon."
A serpent transforming into a dragon!
Chen Feng was utterly stunned.
Earlier, Gu Qianqian had mentioned that the serpent symbolized evil.
Clearly, she didn’t want it to succeed.
And now, this dragon vein was the key to its transformation.
"Step back a bit. Let me see if I can break these chains."
Unwilling to give up, Chen Feng struck the chains several times with his palms.
Combining the Tathagata Palm and the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, sparks flew as the chains and rocky ground were struck.
Yet, there wasn’t even a hint of damage.
Gu Qianqian reminded him,
"These chains are forged from thousand-year cold iron. No one has ever broken them."
Chen Feng sighed in resignation.
There was nothing left but to accept reality.
Night had fallen.
But Gu Qianqian showed no signs of sleepiness.
Curious, Chen Feng asked,
"Aren’t you tired?"
Only then did Gu Qianqian seem to realize.
"Is it dark already?"
"I’m sorry. I can’t see, so I didn’t notice."
"It’s been so long since I’ve spoken to anyone that I forgot about these things."
She stood up and bowed apologetically to Chen Feng.
The next morning,
Gu Qianqian brought a bowl of porridge in a coarse ceramic bowl.
She was incredibly talkative, as if she had endless questions and stories to share.
She spent almost the entire day chatting tirelessly with Chen Feng.
From her, Chen Feng learned many secrets about the Kunlun Mountains—
even the hidden truths of the Kunlun Remnants.
"Qianqian, how did the qilin’s blood blind your eyes?"
Gu Qianqian explained,
"The qilin was bitten by the serpent in Qinglong Tomb."
"When I went to play with it, blood from its wound splashed into my eyes."
Play with a qilin?
Well then.
As expected of the Kunlun Remnants—their idea of fun was certainly different from outsiders.
Still, there were rumors about qilins in the outside world too.
They were said to be incredibly benevolent creatures.
Legends claimed that qilins walked with such care,
they avoided harming even insects or trampling flowers.
After chatting for a while, Chen Feng suddenly remembered something important.
"Qianqian, would you like to learn how to play the zither?"
Gu Qianqian’s eyebrows lifted in delight.
"Do people from the outside world play the zither too?"
"That’s wonderful!"
"Wait here. I’ll get the zither for you."
Well then.
It seemed his plan to take on a disciple was going smoothly.
Even as a prisoner,
taking on a disciple before Zhang Bowen killed him wasn’t a bad idea.
Soon, Gu Qianqian returned with an ancient seven-stringed zither.
"I often played for the qilin."
"But lately, because outsiders have entered,
the qilin has gone to guard Xuanwu Mountain. I haven’t seen it in a long time."
"What kind of music do people from the outside world play?"
Uh…
Well…
Chen Feng didn’t know any tunes.
He said to Gu Qianqian,
"You’ll have to become my disciple first. Then I can teach you the music from the outside world."
Become a disciple?
Gu Qianqian hesitated.
"But I don’t have a gift for the ceremony."
Chen Feng chuckled.
"No gift is needed. Just your willingness to be my disciple is enough."
Gu Qianqian nodded eagerly.
"I’m willing!"
Instantly, a notification echoed in Chen Feng’s mind.
[Disciple successfully accepted.]
[Acquired the martial art: "Seven Extremes Zither."]
[Note: Once the disciple masters the basics of Seven Extremes Zither, the master’s comprehension of the art will ascend to the realm of Heavenly Unity.]
"Playing the zither isn’t so hard after all."
Chen Feng smiled faintly.
The moment he acquired the Seven Extremes Zither technique,
he instinctively grasped the fundamental skills—
plucking, flicking, hooking, picking, sweeping, lifting, striking, and supporting.
Originally, he had wondered how to teach a blind person to play.
But since Gu Qianqian already knew how, things became much simpler.
All he needed to do was teach her the energy circulation method.
Though he now understood how to play, Chen Feng didn’t know any melodies.
So he told Gu Qianqian,
"What I’m teaching you is a martial art—a sonic-based technique."
A sonic technique?
Gu Qianqian immediately responded,
"I’ve learned one too—the Eight Divine Tones of the Heavenly Dragon."
Chen Feng was surprised.
This seemingly harmless girl actually knew martial arts.
Curious, he asked,
"How old are you? What’s your cultivation level?"
Gu Qianqian answered,
"I’m eighteen. I’ve just reached Advanced Warrior."
Chen Feng was stunned.
An Advanced Warrior at eighteen?
Such speed was nothing short of genius.
The Kunlun Remnants truly lived up to their mysterious reputation.
Chen Feng said,
"The sonic technique I’m teaching you is called Seven Extremes Zither."
"Come here. Play while I guide you through the energy circulation."
Gu Qianqian followed Chen Feng’s instructions, chanting the mantra as she played.
After several repetitions, she finally memorized the energy pathways.
Chen Feng added,
"Seven Extremes Zither requires a tranquil mind, free of distractions."
"The fewer distractions, the more powerful the technique."
"Now, try it."
"Channel your energy into the music as you play."
Gu Qianqian obeyed.
Gradually, a melodious tune filled the stone chamber.
She guided her internal energy through her hands, ears, heart, and dantian, just as Chen Feng had taught.
When the first energy-infused note resonated,
Gu Qianqian froze.
She sat completely still.
The sonic wave, carrying her energy,
reflected back everything it touched into her consciousness.
In that instant, she could "see" every corner of the stone chamber—
above, below, left, right, even behind her.
Even the back of her own head became clear in her mind.
Though everything was only an outline, devoid of color.
Ten years.
This was the first time she had "seen" anything since losing her sight at eight.
Chen Feng noticed her sudden stillness.
"Qianqian? What’s wrong?"
"Did something go wrong with the technique?"
Tears streamed down Gu Qianqian’s face as she whispered in awe,
"I can see again!"
Huh?
See?
Chen Feng was puzzled at first.
Then he realized—Seven Extremes Zither used sonic waves to perceive surroundings.
The technique must have given her feedback through the vibrations.
Overjoyed, Gu Qianqian wiped her tears and began playing the zither again.
This was the zither her grandmother had passed down to her.
She had learned to play since childhood.
Her grandmother’s Eight Divine Tones of the Heavenly Dragon was purely offensive—
its sonic waves were like arrows, shooting forth without return.
But Chen Feng’s Seven Extremes Zither focused on artistry.
The waves not only struck outward but also returned,
allowing her to sense everything they touched.
As she played, Gu Qianqian’s expression grew increasingly entranced.
Chen Feng smiled.
But then he noticed something odd.
He had never paid much attention to her hands before.
Now, looking closely,
he realized—Gu Qianqian had six fingers on each hand.
It truly lives up to being system-certified as 100%.
Indeed, a natural-born talent.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
