Chapter 14-014 "So awesome!"
As soon as class ended, Song Chi was the first to rush out of the classroom. It's gotten so out of hand that even before Immortal Master Mo Shubai had left through the front door, she'd already dashed out the back.
There was no way around it; the senior brothers and sisters of the Azure Sword Sect were just too competitive when it came to completing tasks. Even though she had built a good relationship with Senior Sister An Yu, she still had to be quick to grab tasks.
In particular, sound cultivators have virtually no offensive capabilities in the early stages, so they mostly stay within the sect and do missions, unlike sword cultivators who dare to venture out at the sixth level of Qi Refining.
Therefore, it's quite difficult to get a sound editing job.
Although Mo Shubai seemed to have gotten used to it, when he saw her figure darting away along the wall at the door, he could still see that this immortal couldn't help but hold his breath.
Song Chi couldn't help but chuckle at his expression. Few could possibly provoke him; after all, he was such a beauty, and anyone would feel a pang of tenderness. Moreover, he was a genius with a respectable family background, hailing from one of the eight great cultivation families. However, due to his unrestrained and free-spirited nature, he abandoned his position as the young master of his family and resolutely joined the Azure Sword Sect to become a disciple of Venerable Xue Qiao.
Since Mo Shubai stopped calling her to the podium to compete with geniuses, Song Chi thought he was actually a decent person. She no longer considered him her lifelong rival.
Upon arriving at Qingyun Pavilion, we lined up at table number twelve to stand in front of Senior Sister An Yu.
Before Song Chi could speak, Senior Sister An floated a jade mirror in front of her, displaying an image of her playing the zither. It was the last piece.
Seriously... can you guys in the cultivation world please stop being so gossipy?
Song Chi said he had nothing to say.
"You've got some serious charm, you're going to seduce so many people!" Senior Sister An Yu chuckled, while her familiar senior sister across from her also laughed.
"Those geniuses are probably all captivated," Senior Sister Li said with a smile, then asked, "Song Chi, which one do you like? Why don't you tell us secretly?"
An Yu immediately leaned closer, as if to tell her to whisper.
At that moment, Song Chi felt that the entire mission hall had clearly quieted down for a moment, and she pushed An Yu's face back, speechless.
Those geniuses were smitten by her? Those were the female lead's main characters, none of them had anything to do with her.
Senior Sister An Yu stopped making a fuss and said, "Fairy Xueji has another good mission, which is perfect for you."
Song Chi shook his head. "I want to do the sound repair mission."
An Yu laughed. "So you've reached the second level of Qi Refining. Alright, shall we still use the Dust Transformation Grass to water you?"
"Let's do another Firethorn Refining quest."
An Yu smiled and nodded: "It does suit the new piece you learned today. Okay!"
Song Chi, carrying two mission tokens, returned to the herb garden once again.
This time, it took her half an hour to get the Dust-Transforming Grass to sprout leaves. Senior Sister Wei Lingxiu probably had the cultivation level of the sixth level of Qi Refining, so she succeeded in watering it on her first try.
It seems that improving one's cultivation level is also of paramount importance.
Song Chi ventured deeper into the herb garden. This time, the barrier on the hillside lawn was a patch of crimson thorns. The rhizome of this thorny grass was an ingredient in the Foundation Establishment Pill, though it wasn't the main ingredient; it was merely a minor complementary herb.
It's not very expensive.
The Firethorn needs to be cut down with the power of metal to stimulate the growth of its roots.
"Snow Shines at Night" is used to cut down these stalks.
When he played the music in the classroom, Mo Shubai constantly circulated his spiritual power around each disciple, for fear that their spiritual power might accidentally injure others.
So Song Chi didn't know how powerful the piece was. After playing it once, she found that it only cut thin slits in the thorny vines, and those slits were not even two millimeters deep.
She almost knelt down, covering her face in her hands.
That's it! Going to the ring to fight someone. Is it just to tickle someone?
I'm absolutely speechless.
She instinctively felt something was wrong. If it was only this bad, it would be more satisfying to just grab a knife and chop. Even rushing over and smashing it with her zither would be more effective than a two-millimeter wound.
It must be that elusive, elusive thing that she could never quite grasp that was the real attack.
This is, of course, just speculation. But these sound-cultivating immortal masters simply don't teach this clearly. Song Chi found out that the other two immortal masters only gave their disciples one sentence each.
Enlightenment!
Get it working.
This is something Song Chi still can't face directly in the cultivation world. Now, he has no choice but to rely on his own enlightenment.
Next, she played the piece "Snowy Night Shines for the Time It Takes to Burn an Incense Stick" for a while, and then she ran out of spiritual energy. The mission... wasn't finished yet either. She knew that An Yu had moved her lips but didn't continue, probably knowing that she would soon slink back to change missions.
But she didn't rush to leave. She stroked her chin, pondering. That elusive thing, though hard to grasp, certainly existed.
However, after pondering for a long time without any clue, she lazily leaned to one side and played some random tunes.
This magic array barrier is quite advanced; you can't see inside from the outside, and it probably also blocks sound.
In short, it gave her some peace and quiet to think things through.
When she's thinking, she usually plucks the strings of her instrument. This is a habit she's had since she was a child; in fact, she's been playing the instrument since she could eat in her previous life.
When she plays the piano, she doesn't need to use her brain at all; her fingers automatically string together melodies.
Then, as she played, she suddenly moved.
She sat up straight in a flash, carefully recalling the spiritual energy configuration she had used when plucking the strings. The spiritual energy she had unconsciously added to the playing had resulted in the wounds on the thorny vines not far from her actually beginning to heal.
The piece she just played was indeed very soothing and sweet.
Song Chi had a hunch that the ability of this sound-based healing to harm people might come from emotions.
She tried playing the tune again. This time, the spiritual energy ratio was probably not completely restored, but the thorn vine still managed to heal a small wound.
She couldn't help but smile wryly. Look what she'd discovered.
So why didn't those immortal masters remind you that what sound cultivation is about comprehending is emotion? But thinking about it, that wisp of dust floating in the air, seemingly there yet not there, can't be simply described as an emotion, and it seems very difficult to grasp.
Forget it, it's better to just let people figure out the true meaning of the word "enlightenment" for themselves.
She immediately switched to the water-elemental "Spring Water Flows" melody, and found that spiritual energy did indeed emanate from it, watering the spiritual plants. However, watering and restoring vitality are two completely different things.
The key point is not here. According to the spiritual energy ratio in the musical score, she simply cannot grasp the subtle and elusive emotions or other mysterious wisps of energy.
She switched to the song "Green Fairy Clouds" by the Wood Spirit Root, which indeed has a healing effect.
But the effect seemed far from even a fraction of what she had previously failed to grasp. Most importantly, she still couldn't grasp that mysterious energy.
Could it be that one needs to combine spiritual power to truly obtain that mysterious energy? And that is the key to the attack.
No wonder the strength of sound manipulation is sometimes unrelated to natural talent.
There is only one true understanding of the word "enlightenment," and then there is the idea that the more balanced one's spiritual roots are, the more suitable one is for sound cultivation.
Upon reflection, Song Chi realized that this was indeed the case. The more complex the spiritual root cultivation, the more difficult it was to determine the spiritual power ratio, and the more difficult it was to execute the technique.
This spiritual root took hold of her, and it was the only time she felt she had developed a conscience.
I used to dream of having a spiritual root of eighty. That way, I could hope to reach the Golden Core stage and easily protect my whole family.
Now, I do feel that this spiritual root planting is still somewhat useful.
Song Chi continued playing the "Hehuan" piece, but only slightly modified a small section of the melody. Seeing that the healing effect had indeed doubled, she couldn't help but smile wryly.
Then, in the twilight, he pinched his chin, glanced around, and a wicked thought quietly took hold. He then changed the song to "Ambush from Ten Sides."
In terms of its fierce and murderous aura, which other poem can compare to this one?
If this musical melody weren't only effective on spiritual plants, and ordinary grasses had no ability to be manipulated, she certainly wouldn't have dared to take such a risk.
Let's give it a try now.
Perhaps we won't even be able to test its attack power.
Soon, a chilling, menacing sound rang out in the gradually darkening twilight.
After Mo Shubai finished his studies, he received a letter from his aunt, who said that she had important matters to tell Jiang Linyue.
He immediately sent a servant to Peach Blossom Mountain to summon Jiang Linyue. However, when the servant returned and informed him, he did not find Jiang Linyue. Instead, he learned that the boy had accepted a sect mission to cultivate sound and had gone to the herb garden.
The young boy couldn't go to the medicine garden without a token, so he had to return and report.
Mo Shubai did not give the boy a token at that time, but got up and went to the medicine garden.
Lin Yue cherished his beautiful, well-defined hands and always protected them carefully. Yet, he was now accepting a mission from the herb garden, even if it was a sound cultivation mission, which made Mo Shubai smile slightly.
He then casually concealed himself and arrived at the herb garden. He quickly located Lin Yue's aura.
But as he approached, he heard the melodious music coming from the mountainside. There was originally a barrier there, but Jiang Linyue, who was pretending to do a task in the opposite medicinal field, had obviously pried open a crack with her tortoise shell, which is why the music could be heard.
The zither music was leisurely and sweet, incredibly beautiful, yet Mo Shubai had never heard of this new piece before.
And this pipa timbre, barring any unforeseen circumstances, undoubtedly belongs to Song Chi. This child's playing always carries a colder, more piercing quality than others.
Of course, she also knew how to disguise herself, always concealing her coldness with a gentle, graceful rhythm. In this respect... she was somewhat similar to him.
Mo Shubai reached out and swept his hand, and sure enough, behind the fiery red thorns opposite him sat a fair-skinned and beautiful young girl, none other than Song Chi.
She seemed to be pondering something, lazily plucking the strings of her instrument.
Even so, the beauty of the melody brought a sense of peace and tranquility. Moreover, the exquisite beauty of the music captivated Mo Shubai. Just like the passionate piece he had played that afternoon, it was a new composition.
Mo Shubai was puzzled. He couldn't understand where the child had heard this wonderful melody, because he simply couldn't imagine that a fourteen-year-old girl could create such a moving piece of music. It didn't make sense.
But it actually happened right before my eyes.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly. The bright, beautiful face opposite him, whose eyes had been lazily lowered, suddenly shone like falling stars in the twilight. Then she sat up abruptly and played the piece again.
Then, her lips curled slightly, revealing a few pearly white teeth. At that moment, her once innocent face was completely devoid of any trace of its former docileness…
However, Mo Shubai knew that these small fangs that were revealed would only make his admirers fall even deeper.
He looked down and saw Lin Yue's smile in the twilight as bright as spring flowers, her eyes sparkling with a 'just as I thought' light.
Mo Shubai spread his sleeves again, and saw Ye Qingyu, who was hiding well in the mountains diagonally opposite, leaning against a big tree trunk. His face was as calm as a clear spring, and his eyes seemed casual, but were very focused on the small figure halfway up the mountain. Especially when she smiled crookedly, he laughed instead, as if he had known all along what kind of person was hidden under this well-behaved appearance.
Mo Shubai activated his spiritual power again and saw another one hiding not far from his side on the mountainside, which turned out to be that kid from the Mo family.
He searched further into the valley and found the Su family boy, who was hiding even deeper. This time, the boy looked somewhat shocked, and then his cheeks gradually turned red.
Mo Shubai: "..."
Soon, Song Chi, seemingly enlightened, began to play "Spring Water Flows" and "Green Fairy Clouds," though it was unlikely he could grasp the profound and subtle essence within them.
She fiddled with that sweet and soothing melody again, and this time she probably figured out the secret again.
This time, the smile had become uncontrollably wicked.
Then she looked around furtively, her expression suggesting she was about to do something big.
Soon, Mo Shubai heard the murderous melody, and a chill ran down his spine. It was a new piece, yet it was the most intensely murderous piece he had ever heard.
"Holy crap!"
"Wow, that's amazing! Wow!"
"Holy crap, it's broken, it's broken. What do I do? My spirit stones, my spirit stones!"
The music stopped abruptly, and suddenly a patch of firethorns was cleaved in two with a loud bang.
Mo Shubai saw Jiang Linyue suddenly stand up, and even the few who were hiding couldn't help but shrink their eyes.
Even these Qi Refining Stage 6 cultivators might not be able to achieve this level of skill using sonic techniques. These few clearly haven't grasped it yet.
Not to mention the subtle, almost gritting expressions on their faces, even Mo Shubai found it hard to believe.
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