Chapter 7
The whistle blew for the match!
Xi Liuyun and the novice monk on the other side did not take a step; they simply stood still.
The young novice monk took out the sandalwood prayer beads from his wrist and softly recited a passage from the Arhat Sutra.
As his voice gradually emerged, the surrounding air seemed to be constantly being struck and vibrated by something.
Air fluctuations were constantly generated around him.
Xi Liuyun also slightly turned her wrist and placed the white jade flute to her lips.
A melody of "Cangyi Qu" from the Tianyin Sect flowed slowly from her jade flute.
The majestic and tragic sound of the Arhat Sutra and the poignant recollection of the Cangyi Melody collided and created a tremendous sound wave in the arena between the two.
The sound waves continuously traveled from the high platform to the viewing platform, and even those sitting on the viewing platform at a great distance could feel some of the aftershocks.
As the sound waves continued to rise, a considerable wind gradually arose in the arena.
Xi Liuyun's skirt fluttered in the wind beside her, and the light veil on her face also swayed, outlining her stunningly beautiful features.
The people in the stands were all watching the game intently.
Both the Tianyin Sect and the Wanfo Sect primarily used sonic attacks this time, making this comparison extremely rare.
As time went by, the young novice monk had already recited the seventeenth chapter of the Arhat Sutra, and the aura of his surroundings was about to surge.
Chapter 18, the final chapter, is the chapter on subduing demons, and is the most powerful chapter in the Arhat Sutra.
It possesses the power to overturn clouds and seas!
Finally, the young novice monk closed his eyes and recited the opening lines of Chapter Eighteen:
"To subdue demons for the living, and to bring forth demons for the dead, neither suffering is lessened, nor is anything gained." They wanted to determine the outcome in this way!
At the same time, Xi Liuyun also realized his intention and made a move instantly.
Bai Yuxiao's tone shifted, directly altering the melody of Cangyi Melody.
The original melody, "The Song of Longing," which should have been about seeing only the vast ocean and reminiscing about the deceased, was raised four major keys in Xi Liuyun's mouth.
In an instant, the entire piece became incredibly sorrowful, evoking a sense of the vast ocean remaining while loved ones have passed away.
Yesterday I met with old friends, yesterday I saw the vast sea.
Today, an old friend has passed away, and I see the vast ocean once more.
Xi Liuyun's music almost presented a picture to everyone.
A solitary figure stands silently before the vast ocean, lost in thought, recalling the person who once watched the ocean with him, and finally weeping with his face covered.
Music evokes emotions and creates scenes.
Such skill is already at a level of consummate mastery!
Some of the younger disciples at the observation deck, still quite young at heart, had even begun to reminisce about their deceased loved ones and started to weep softly.
Even the elders of the various sects showed slight emotion on their faces.
Yingning looked at the figure in purple in the center of the arena, but the Canghai Melody in her ears did not affect her in the slightest.
When Xi Liuyun changed the melody, the young novice could no longer continue the Arhat Sutra.
Right now, I'm just forcing myself to stay awake, shutting out my hearing, and constantly chanting calming mantras in my mind, trying to escape Xi Liuyun's music.
However, as the song of memories reached its climax, the little novice monk, who was right in the center of the sound attack, couldn't help but shed tears even with his eyes tightly closed.
When his eyes began to ache slightly, the young novice monk had no choice but to bow deeply.
“Master Xi’s Canghai Melody is unparalleled, and his skill is formidable. This humble monk is no match for him.”
"I concede defeat in this match."
Xi Liuyun finished playing the Canghai Melody and put down the white jade flute in his hand.
The crowd in the stands were still immersed in their grief when the music stopped, and they slowly came to their senses.
When the young novice opened his eyes, they were already slightly bloodshot.
It seems that he, who was at the center of Xi Liuyun's attack range, had been holding on for quite some time.
"In this battle, Xi Liuyun of the Tianyin Sect emerges victorious!"
The referee announced the winner, and only then did the disciples on the viewing platform react, followed by cheers.
"Fairy Liuyun, you're amazing!"
"Fairy Liuyun, the number one female immortal in the celestial realm!"
"I will always support Fairy Liuyun!!!"
The deafening cheers from the audience drowned out Xi Liuyun, but she merely nodded slightly to them, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her eyes. Though their faces were hidden beneath the veil, everyone knew she was smiling.
"Fairy Liuyun smiled at me!!!"
"He smiled at me!!!"
"This is clearly my direction!!!"
......
Several people even started arguing and shouting because of her smile.
The title of the number one female immortal in the celestial realm is indeed well-deserved.
The following rounds of the competition were not as interesting as the first round. Yingning glanced at them briefly and did not look at them closely.
When the referee announced the name: "Sword Sect, Feng Yingning."
Ying Ning lazily got up and walked down from the viewing platform.
As soon as they left, the disciples from Tianjian Cliff started discussing excitedly.
"She really is a disciple of the Sword Sect!"
"I didn't expect the Sword Sect to have such a person."
As Yingning walked off the field, she heard Danyao's name called out again from the third arena.
"Sword Sect, Dan Yao."
Just like in the original storyline, Dan Yao and Feng Ying Ning were in the same round of the competition, but they did not face each other.
I don't know if it's because Yingning went to register in person, but now the situation is different.
According to the plot, she was originally supposed to be assigned to the second arena to face a disciple from Longhu Mountain.
Now she has been assigned to the first arena, facing off against the disciples of Tianjian Cliff.
Dan Yao was still in the third arena, facing off against the people from Wuji Palace.
A woman in a scarlet dress lightly leaped onto the stage, her dark hair adorned only with a phoenix-shaped hair clip near her ear, the rest of her hair hanging freely down her back.
The referee read out Feng Yingning's opponent's name.
"Tianjian Cliff is filled with warmth and tide."
As soon as this person's name was mentioned, there were many gasps in the audience.
The name Wen Chaosheng is practically the trademark of Tianjian Cliff.
In the Immortal Realm, whenever Heavenly Sword Cliff is mentioned, everyone will think of Wen Chaosheng.
This person possesses a keen and insightful mind, is skilled in divination, and has never made a mistake.
However, instead of going to the Xuanji Sect, which was skilled in divination, he went alone to Tianjian Cliff.
After Wen Chaosheng entered Tianjian Cliff, not only was his divination talent not buried, but he also developed a sword technique that ranked among the best in the Immortal Realm's sword cultivator rankings in just a hundred years.
This person can be described as a rare genius in dual cultivation.
He was the best swordsman among those who practiced divination.
He was also the best diviner among the sword cultivators.
"A mind with seven orifices of exquisite wisdom, can take sword fighting to a higher level."
These words were used to describe Wen Chaosheng.
Hearing the sounds around her, Ying Ning knew that her opponent this time was probably no ordinary disciple.
"I am Wen Chaosheng from Tianjian Cliff."
A handsome young man's voice came from mid-air, and he landed gracefully.
The man was dressed in a dark blue satin robe with exquisite Qiongqi embroidery on the shoulders, which climbed from the back to the front of his chest, with the beast's head facing the man's neck.
He wore a pale blue gemstone headband, the shimmering gemstones making his dark eyes appear even more profound.
This person doesn't look like a sword cultivator; he looks more like a spoiled brat from some immortal clan.
Wen Chaosheng had a smile on his face, looking like he got along with everyone, but at this moment, his eyes seemed glued to Ying Ning.
It seems they had been looking forward to this encounter for a long time.
"Sword Sect, Feng Yingning."
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