"First, you must learn to precisely control your flames, to control them freely and effortlessly," Wang Han said, as a small rabbit formed from flames appeared in his hand, making various lifelike movements.
"This is form control, allowing the flame to condense into different shapes in your hands," Wang Han explained, demonstrating by conjuring flames in his hand. He then added, "Compressing the flame and increasing its temperature represent a qualitative leap. You'll need to master form control first before practicing this; it will be much more efficient."
"First practice controlling the shape, starting with a simple gathering of fireballs. Once you can stabilize the simplest shape, you can practice controlling the fireball to move back and forth." Wang Han explained as he condensed a small, ordinary fireball in his hand and made it fly around him.
Watching Wang Han demonstrate how to control flames, Yan Lingji memorized his explanations. After Wang Han finished explaining, she practiced on the sidelines.
Seeing that Yan Lingji was losing control and was practically setting the forest on fire, Wang Han used his supernatural power to create a downpour in the forest, moistening it, and then continued to instruct her.
Yan Lingji has great talent. Although she is still far from being able to control things as finely as condensing animals, she can control flames to form fireballs and maintain them for a short time. However, controlling movement is still somewhat difficult.
Soon it was evening, and Wang Han stood up and said, "Seven days from now, in the same spot. Please don't tell anyone else about what happened between us."
After saying that, two pillars of fire shot out from under Wang Han's feet, and he flew into the sky, gradually disappearing into the heavens.
"Is this just a difference in usage? What exactly was his purpose?" Yan Lingji looked at the vanished Wang Han, a hint of envy in her eyes. When would she be able to be like him? At the same time, she was also very puzzled as to why Wang Han had taught her to control flames. However, for now, this was a good thing for her, as it would allow her to become stronger.
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On the other hand, after leaving, Wang Han did not go to Han Kingdom, but went to Yan Kingdom. This was not only because Yan Kingdom also had parasitic souls, but also because Wang Han was very curious about Xiao Gao and Xue Nu's hatred for him, as well as the person wearing white armor and wielding the Bloodthirsty Blade.
Wang Han had repeatedly guessed that the person was himself, but there were several conditions that couldn't be met. He wouldn't wear white armor, and the natives of this world wouldn't have the ability to break his Miao sword. Even if it was broken by the parasitic soul, he had many spare Miao swords in his backpack. Therefore, Wang Han was more inclined to believe that there were other outsiders, or even transmigrators. These parasitic souls might also be controlled by that guy. However, Wang Han's radar hadn't yet detected the person wearing white armor that Gao Jianli and the others mentioned. Wang Han thought that it was possible that the person hadn't arrived on this planet yet.
'It is now the end of 332 BC. In less than two years, the Han Kingdom will be destroyed by the Qin Kingdom.' Wang Han analyzed in his mind as he flew towards the Yan Kingdom.
"Ding-dong..." Half an hour later, in the twilight of the setting sun, a series of melodious piano sounds attracted Wang Han's attention, and he couldn't help but stop.
"Eye roll." With a change in his gaze, Wang Han pierced through the sky a thousand meters high, looking down at the earth and towards the border city of Qin. In the city's outer wall, a man dressed in a gray-blue robe and shackled sat cross-legged on the wall. Before him was an ancient zither. The man in the gray-blue robe was Kuang Xiu, who was to be executed for refusing to play for the King of Qin. He seemed to ignore the Qin soldiers on the outer wall and the executioners around him, focusing intently on plucking the strings of the zither. Wang Han could hear that part of the melodious music was coming from this man's playing.
In the center of the barren city, a man dressed in a white robe sat cross-legged, with a guqin in front of him. It was Gao Jianli, and the other part of the melodious music was played by him.
Standing beside Gao Jianli was a man holding a sword; this man was Tianming's father, Jing Ke.
Seeing this, Wang Han concealed himself and landed on the city wall of Wengcheng, standing next to Kuang Xiu, and listened carefully to the duet of "High Mountains and Flowing Water" played by the two.
Although it was their first time playing together, they coordinated very well. Gao Jianli's majestic and profound style and Kuang Xiu's light and flowing style complemented each other perfectly. The only shortcoming was that Gao Jianli's music contained a hint of malaria, with a sense of desolation and sorrow.
"Hmph, 'High mountains and flowing water,' you have quite the refined taste. Today I'll make your blood flow like a river! Guards!" On the upper floor, the general in charge of the execution drew his sword and gave the order.
Following the orders of the Qin general, the inner gate of the barbican was opened, and a large number of Qin armored soldiers rushed into the barbican from behind the gate.
'These two are way too engrossed. They should have known I'd intervene.' Seeing the Qin army approaching, Gao Jianli and Kuang Xiu remained calm, continuing to play their instruments with focused concentration. Jing Ke couldn't help but complain inwardly. 'Looks like someone's going to die today.'
“I haven’t finished listening to this piece yet! It’s incomplete.” Wang Han shook his head and appeared next to Kuang Xiu, taking out a long flute and putting it to his lips.
Upon hearing Wang Han's voice and seeing the black-armored man appear beside him, Kuang Xiu was taken aback, wondering when Wang Han had appeared there.
"How dare you!" The Qin soldiers around him were also stunned for a moment, then reacted and charged towards Wang Han with their weapons.
"Magic Symphony, Illusion."
The clear sound of the flute rang out, echoing in the barbican and the barbican tower.
As the sound of the flute faded, everyone stopped in their tracks, even slowing their breathing, as if afraid that the slightest sound would tarnish the perfect melody. Soon, everyone was immersed in the music, completely forgetting their surroundings, lost in the illusion they most longed for.
Seeing that everyone was trapped in the illusion, Wang Han drew his sword and cut off the shackles on Kuang Xiu's body. He then gently patted Kuang Xiu's shoulder, waking him from his trance.
Startled awake, Kuang Xiu looked around in confusion before realizing his predicament. He couldn't help but feel a little regretful, as he still felt a bit unsatisfied with the sound of the flute he had just heard.
Seeing Wang Han standing beside him, and the Qin armored soldiers around him standing there motionless, he understood what was going on. He cupped his hands and bowed to Wang Han, saying, "Kuang Xiu thanks you, sir, for saving my life."
"It's such a pity that we haven't finished listening to the music yet," Wang Han said. He picked up Kuang Xiu with one hand, jumped down from the city wall of Wengcheng, and with a few light steps, arrived at Gao Jianli and Jing Ke's side, waking them up.
"Let's go." Seeing that the two had come to their senses after waking up, Wang Han led Kuang Xiu and quickly headed out of the city before they could speak.
Seeing this, Jing Ke and his companion were puzzled, but they quickly followed.
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