Chapter 23 023 Chi'er! Who gave you permission to call her by that name...?
The music disturbed Mo Feiyun's sword energy, making it impossible for him to lock onto Ye Qingyu, who was using the Ye family's Instant Step technique to move like a ghost. He was also locked onto by the invisible killing intent released from Ye Qingyu's music, making the fight extremely difficult.
Upon hearing the music, Song Chi was so angry that he almost broke a note.
"You stole my music!" she gritted her teeth, her face extremely ugly.
What probably upset her even more was that not only was her own piece not as good as Ye Qingyu's, but its attack power was less than one-tenth of Ye Qingyu's.
However, Song Chi quickly understood the purpose of the two types of sound cultivation techniques created by Immortal Lord Qingxiao. Her brows furrowed slightly, and then she followed Mo Feiyun at a distance that was neither too close nor too far, like flowing clouds. That was the Flowing Cloud Instant Step. This was originally a seamless combination technique created by Immortal Lord Qingxiao for the sound cultivation and sword cultivation disciples of his sect.
In this way, Mo Feiyun no longer needed to protect her, but instead gained the help of her murderous aura through her music.
Therefore, he had the spare energy to unleash a whistling sword aura at Ye Qingyu.
However, Ye Qingyu suddenly let out a sinister laugh, and his zither music shifted dramatically, turning from murderous to even more tyrannical. This kid's zither music was indeed as passionate as a raging fire, domineering and ruthless, just like how he treated those he loved, not allowing anyone to get close, and once they did, he would kill them without hesitation.
Such obsessive emotions erupted into unimaginable murderous intent. Naturally, the situation immediately reversed.
Ye Qingyu not only dominated the two opponents, but also occasionally launched surprise attacks on Song Chi.
And he even grinned maliciously and made threatening remarks to provoke people.
"Did you hear that? This is the true killing intent of a sound cultivator."
"You must really want to control this kind of murderous aura, right? But unfortunately, it's something a ruthless person like you can never possess."
Despite each sneak attack being met with a powerful interception from Mo Feiyun, who severed a piece of his sleeve, Ye Qingyu was ultimately unharmed.
Song Chi was so angry at these words that his chest heaved, and he took a few deep breaths. Suddenly, he hugged his zither, closed his eyes, and his entire face turned deathly pale.
Seeing her like this, Mo Feiyun's eyes turned icy cold with anger. He raised his sword in front of him, closed his eyes, and a frosty sword aura emanated from his body. This kid, he had actually been hiding his strength before.
At this point, it was clear they had disregarded camaraderie and were about to unleash a bloodbath. Shen Wenyan and Mo Shubai couldn't help but be wary; if absolutely necessary, they would intervene. They couldn't allow these two genius disciples to truly fight to the death. Not only were the Ye and Mo families formidable, but even if these genius disciples perished here, it would be the fault of them, the onlookers.
"Let's begin, Senior Brother Mo!"
Unexpectedly, before Mo Feiyun could unleash his sword energy, a deep voice echoed in the darkness.
Then the music began, and at first the melody was almost identical to the previous piece.
But then, the rhythm completely shifted. The killing intent of the sword being drawn transformed into a solemn and vast rhythm, like the grandeur of two armies advancing relentlessly. The pace slowed, but the oppressive atmosphere intensified.
This is a new song. Moreover, this time Song Chi began to grasp that wisp of mysterious energy that she couldn't quite grasp, and filled it in step by step as the melody progressed.
Then, the chilling sword energy dissipated and surged towards Mo Feiyun in front.
Ye Qingyu had stopped to listen to the piece, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of emotions. He was clearly overwhelmed with joy and longing; he probably adored Song Chi, who now appeared solemn and dignified, like a god. But the murderous intent directed at him twisted his face with rage.
However, as the sword energy surged toward Mo Feiyun, a flash of white light appeared on his green sword, and he was about to draw it.
Even Ye Qingyu dared not be careless at this moment, and suddenly clenched his protective magic weapon.
Mo Shubai and Shen Wenyan also held their spiritual energy in their hands, ready to make a move at any moment.
But who would have thought that just as Mo Feiyun drew his sword, with a soft pop, the three little ones were suddenly dragged into the Qingjian Sect's mountain gate by a giant hand brimming with spiritual energy.
"Master!" Mo Shubai was slightly surprised when he sensed the extraordinary spiritual power.
He then instantly headed towards the sect. On the outer sect mountain, he saw Song Chi, who was completely oblivious to everything, playing his zither with his eyes closed, producing music that was as heavy with killing intent as a battlefield. He also saw Mo Feiyun, whose sword energy was being completely stirred up, seemingly sensing something, unleashing a burst of vigorous sword energy, each sword strike as brilliant as snow, chasing after Ye Qingyu.
Right now, everyone's spiritual power is actually protecting this unlucky kid, Ye Qingyu.
Look what his foul mouth has gotten him into. In just a short while, Ye Qingyu's hair had come loose, and blood was seeping from his shoulders and back. But they were all minor injuries.
The divine senses of the several Venerable Ones were swirling high in the sky, but they did not utter a word to stop.
Both Song Chi and Mo Feiyun were at crucial moments of enlightenment, and it was absolutely inappropriate to disturb them at this time. It was just a pity that Ye Qingyu was completely turned into a punching bag, with the several Venerables only managing to keep his life safe.
However, the boy was clearly not angry; on the contrary, his eyes gleamed. While fleeing for his life, he didn't forget to occasionally glance at Song Chi, his gaze sometimes shining like stars, sometimes dark and menacing like a demon. This brat's possessiveness was truly the strongest Shen Wenyan had ever seen.
But it is precisely these kinds of people who are best suited to study music.
However, by the second time the domineering piece was played, Song Chi's spiritual energy was running low. She still stubbornly persisted. On the contrary, Mo Feiyun was a gentle person. Seeing that her spiritual energy was failing, he slightly moved his sword energy and quickly recovered from his enlightened state.
“Junior Sister Chi’er, there’s no need to push yourself so hard. Be careful not to damage your meridians.” He then comforted her in this way.
Ye Qingyu objected to this.
“Chi’er! Who gave you permission to call her by her name like that, Mo Feiyun?”
"Hmph, if you want to fight, then fight. Ye Qingyu, see you at the arena tomorrow at 9:00 AM."
"Fine, let's meet. Who's afraid of you? But Mo Feiyun, I hope you remember this: Song Chi is my woman. I advise you to give up on that idea!"
These words made Mo Feiyun's handsome face turn red with anger, and he immediately drew his sword.
Before he could even draw his sword, the figure in purple moved swiftly, passing right beside him and striking at Ye Qingyu.
But he was gesturing wildly with both hands, raising his pipa as if to strike—that was hardly a fight. In reality, Song Chi's spiritual energy was at its limit, and he could barely run.
Ye Qingyu, that seemingly heartless kid, deliberately slowed down a bit when Song Chi raised his pipa to strike. Then he was chased down and repeatedly punched on the back with the pipa.
It wasn't until the pipa strings broke that Song Chi remembered how much he felt sorry for the pipa.
Then, as she picked up her pipa, intending to fly away, she turned around and saw Mo Shubai, Shen Wenyan, and several other talented disciples, including Cui Xueruo, standing in the night. Her face twitched violently, and then she clutched her pipa and ran off quickly.
"Shubai, go and keep an eye on this little girl, don't let her lose her breath," Venerable Xueqiao said at this moment.
Unexpectedly, Venerable Tonghua snorted coldly. "Wenyan, you should also go and keep a close eye on this little child."
Mo Shubai and Shen Wenyan were both speechless. These two Venerable Ones were starting to cause trouble again. It seemed that Song Chi's performance had aroused their interest in his talent.
After all, just that one piece alone—its domineering style, superb technique, and intense emotion—clearly demonstrated his mastery and promising future. At least in terms of musicality. However, while Song Chi had obviously grasped the essence of aura, he was still lacking something.
What is lacking, at least Mo Shubai knows very well.
"This child is good in every way, but how come his temperament is just like yours? You're both heartless!"
Mo Shubai overheard his master's cryptic whisper before leaving, his mustache twitching slightly. The tone was one of utter disappointment and frustration. He was speechless for a moment.
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Song Xi had only been in the sect for a few days when she was already carrying a script for catching adulterers.
Her fiancé, whom she had been betrothed to since childhood but had only met a few times, would fall in love with the heroine of the book at first sight after entering the sect, and would arrange to meet her at dusk by the Fragrant Flower Stream, one of the sect's most scenic spots.
Of course, it was the original owner who was going to catch them in the act, as she still had feelings for her fiancé. Yes, she transmigrated into a book. And she'd been transmigrated from birth; as for that little fiancé, she'd met him a few times. He didn't seem like a womanizer.
But since that's how it's written in the book, I guess this kid really fell in love with his lifelong love as soon as he entered the sect.
The poor guy, he's just the second male lead. He can't win the female lead's favor.
The original owner was naturally the third female lead.
Song Xi went to catch the adulterer not to win back her philandering fiancé's love, but because, as mentioned in the book, the original owner of this body encountered her destiny while hiding among the flowers, which led to her becoming a genius in weapon crafting!
Her current aptitude is so-so; without these opportunities, she will at most reach the Golden Core stage in her cultivation journey.
It's impossible to turn down the opportunity right in front of you.
So that evening, Song Xi lay in ambush among the fairy thorns by the Fragrant Flower Stream. She waited until it was almost dark, having dug almost every inch of the area, but still hadn't found the treasure.
Her philandering fiancé did indeed arrange a meeting with the female protagonist, and strolled along the path by the stream. He happened to stop right in front of her.
A small golden cauldron suddenly emerged from the ground and appeared silently behind the two of them.
Seeing that the two seemed to have heard the noise and were about to turn around, Song Xi pounced like a tiger, using her spiritual energy to pull the small golden cauldron into her storage ring while simultaneously delivering a powerful punch.
"Xie Xuecheng, you've been meeting with someone else behind my back. Let's cut all ties from this day forward!"
After saying that, Song Xi turned and left.
Later she realized she had called the wrong person. Xie Xuecheng hadn't gone that day; the male lead and his cousin had gone instead…
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