Unexpected people
After Yunyin's disciple token was activated in the courtyard, he rushed inside immediately. He ran from inside the house to outside, sniffed repeatedly, and then lay down at the door of the room.
Seeing his actions, Ruan Qingyu couldn't help but find it amusing: "What? Did you check and find anything unusual?"
Perhaps it's because every time they go out to train, it's Yunyin who checks the surrounding environment. Even after returning to the sect, Yunyin will still check it first.
Ruan Qingyu felt a warmth in her heart at his actions. She would always praise him after he finished.
Ruan Qingyu was always rather casual about her contracted pet. The two of them, in this way, seemed remarkably harmonious.
Yun Yin looked up, his beastly eyes deep yet revealing a clear image of Ruan Qingyu. He opened his mouth, then yawned.
"It's alright, you can focus on your cultivation. I'll be here to protect you." Yun Yin said this, then slowly closed his eyes.
A moment later, she fell asleep. Amidst her low snoring, Ruan Qingyu couldn't help but smile.
She shook her head slightly, but didn't go in. The disciples' quarters were surrounded by arrays, and without the corresponding token, no one could easily enter. It was perfect for her to concentrate on cultivating her skills and practicing her Wutong Qin.
Now that these three cultivation techniques have been copied, it's time to focus on practicing them. These three techniques are among the most valuable in the library, requiring the highest contribution points.
At first, Ruan Qingyu wondered if she had been tricked by the spiritual artifact in the library, since recycling disciples' contribution points was entirely beneficial to the sect.
After browsing through some unrecommended cultivation methods, it turned out that only these three were truly the most suitable.
As Yun Yin snored, Ruan Qingyu simply sat down on the ground. Using spiritual power, she gently levitated the three cultivation techniques in mid-air.
Blinking, Ruan Qingyu simply released her divine sense. She directly absorbed all three cultivation techniques into her sea of consciousness, as a cultivator's sea of consciousness can store many memories.
Once this technique is absorbed into one's sea of consciousness, even without practicing it, it can be stored away like a bookshelf in a library. These techniques can be easily recalled when needed in the future.
His divine sense moved among the cultivation techniques like an invisible breeze, causing the pages of the three cultivation manuals in mid-air to rustle.
The first cultivation technique activated by Ruan Qingyu was the cheapest one, "String Sound." Accompanied by a white light whose color was almost indistinguishable, the incantation within the technique was imprinted into Ruan Qingyu's sea of consciousness.
Instantly, Ruan Qingyu felt a sharp pain in her brain, and her brows furrowed involuntarily.
This was because "String Melody" was not a musical score, but rather thousands of strange syllables. Whenever Ruan Qingyu touched a syllable with her divine sense, that eerie sound would resound directly within her divine sense, despite her preparations.
Ruan Qingyu was still startled. The syllables, sometimes high and sometimes low, were accompanied by the effect of spiritual energy. It felt like someone was smashing pots and tiles in her ear, and sometimes like a spiritual energy explosion.
It left her dizzy and almost fainting. But this "String Melody" seemed to have some unique method, always managing to keep her awake at crucial moments with a gentle sound.
She listened to all the syllables completely. If Ruan Qingyu hadn't had a strong enough will and a resilient enough spirit due to her reincarnation, she probably would have thrown away the cultivation technique that she had obtained by spending contribution points.
Ruan Qingyu only breathed a sigh of relief after the last lingering sound disappeared.
Suddenly, a clear, youthful voice rang in her mind. Compared to the deafening noise, this youthful voice almost instantly attracted Ruan Qingyu's attention.
"Hehe, a destined person. To have obtained this cultivation manual from me, you must have encountered me before." The boy's voice was pleasant, but the content was quite interesting.
Based on just this one sentence, Ruan Qingyu could almost imagine how carefree and adorable the speaker must be.
"This 'String Melody' was written after I had mastered my technique. Compared to ordinary musical scores, I believe this technique is the best!" The young man was extremely confident in his technique, and his voice even carried a hint of a smile as he spoke.
The young man emphasized, "My technique is incredibly powerful, making me the best among my fellow cultivators. In the past, sound cultivators always lagged behind sword cultivators and magic cultivators, and I was unwilling to accept that. So I discovered these secrets, and as long as I make a move, half of the people in this cultivation world will be unafraid of me."
After a pause, the young man said loudly, "However, if this technique is practiced with other musical instruments, its power will be greatly reduced. If a destined person wants to unleash its full potential, it is best to practice the seven-stringed zither."
As soon as she finished speaking, a greenish-blue figure appeared in Ruan Qingyu's mind. The figure was sitting cross-legged, with a very familiar seven-stringed zither on its lap.
Ruan Qingyu was somewhat taken aback, because that zither was exactly the same as the Wutong Zither. Instantly, a bold idea surged into her mind.
The boy's fingers were exceptionally long and slender; he simply plucked a few strings and produced several notes. Ruan Qingyu immediately felt dizzy and as if she were about to faint.
But before losing consciousness, he heard the sound of crashing waves again. It was as if he had fallen into the deep sea, instantly waking him up.
"When a swordsman wields his sword, the most skillful strikes will produce a sound that cuts through the air. The strings of our musical instruments can mimic the sounds of all things in the world when plucked. And the beauty of my 'String Sounds' lies in the sound that directly touches the cultivator's consciousness."
The boy's voice was full of pride, accompanied by several deep, resonant sounds like towering mountains. Ruan Qingyu felt as if a cataclysmic event was unfolding within her consciousness, almost making her want to flee from it.
But in the next moment of heightened tension, she heard the sound of rain. If she hadn't known she was in the disciples' quarters, Ruan Qingyu would have thought she was about to be swallowed up by the downpour.
It might be the time it takes to breathe, or it might be an hour. Ruan Qingyu felt a cacophony of sounds around her, sometimes comforting, sometimes unbearable.
As her pupils contracted, Ruan Qingyu seized the brief moment when the sound ceased to take a few deep breaths. The next instant, the young man put away his zither.
"That's all. If you can learn half of my skills, reaching the Great Ascension stage won't be a problem." After saying that, Ruan Qingyu watched as the young man's figure slowly disappeared into her sea of consciousness.
Seeing this, Ruan Qingyu was a little stunned. It ended just like that? She recalled the various sounds that seemed like gods and demons dancing wildly, or like an illusion.
Ruan Qingyu was unable to come back to her senses for a long time, but what awakened her consciousness was Yun Yin's somewhat doubtful and incredulous voice.
"This useless cultivation technique is actually in the Xuan Tian Sect?" Yun Yin was connected to Ruan Qingyu by a contract, and when Ruan Qingyu's sea of consciousness was surging and making various ear-piercing noises, Yun Yin, who was already a light sleeper, immediately woke up.
Even separated by a sea of consciousness, and with the contract blurring half of its power, that familiar voice, and that eerie sound that seemed to strike at the very soul.
Yunyin quickly regained his senses and tried to listen again using the contract. However, he arrived a little late, and the last wave of sound gradually subsided, so he could no longer hear it.
Unexpectedly, Yun Yin seemed to know something about this cultivation technique, so Ruan Qingyu couldn't help but ask, "You recognize this cultivation technique?"
Yunyin yawned, snapping himself out of his horrifying memories: "I recognize it. It's a technique created by Wutong herself, which she used to boast about as a Heavenly-level technique. With that Wutong zither, all the birds and beasts would flee wherever she went."
They were all driven away by the noise of the sycamore trees. Of course, those adversaries who came looking for trouble also fled in disarray under the onslaught of this "string music".
It's a pity that such a fine zither was ruined by him, but considering that it was originally his true form, Yun Yin could only grit his teeth and forcibly plug his ears with his spiritual power.
Unexpectedly, after many twists and turns, this technique actually encountered the second owner of the Wutong Qin.
Although Ruan Qingyu had already guessed, she was still somewhat surprised to hear Yun Yin's words. Hearing Yun Yin's extremely familiar tone, she felt a sense of disappointment but also a deep longing for her friend.
“This technique was indeed created by Wutong, the owner of the Wutong Qin you mentioned. I even saw his phantom in the technique just now.” Ruan Qingyu said, raising the corner of her mouth and gently touching the center of Yun Yin’s forehead with her index finger.
He quickly transmitted that influence to Yunyin. He even kindly sent over the sounds as well. Although he couldn't completely recreate it, he could still learn about 80% of it.
Immediately, a rare look of disgust appeared on Yun Yin's black panther face, and his beastly eyes widened, clearly intimidated by the piercing sounds.
Having successfully teased her, Ruan Qingyu hurriedly took out her zither, preparing to try and learn some of the sounds from the cultivation technique. Yun Yin snapped out of his reverie and saw her earnestly playing the zither.
Knowing that she was focused on practicing her skills, Yunyin gritted his teeth and gave up the idea of teasing her back.
He was still unwilling to give up and said, "Although the Wutong Qin is very suitable for this 'String Sounds', you can only learn one or two moves. If you use these sounds as your attack moves every day, you will probably make many enemies."
Ruan Qingyu focused ninety percent of her attention on trying to play the Wutong Qin, but still had one-tenth of her attention on Yun Yin, whom she had teased.
After hearing his advice, the smile on his face became even more pronounced.
His hands, which had only been mimicking the fingering techniques of the wutong zither, now actually touched it. In an instant, a sound like a mountain collapsing and rocks splitting apart rang out.
Although not harsh, it was exceptionally noticeable.
Shaking his head, Yunyin gave up trying to persuade him: "We actually ran into him. It seems that Wutong's life is not meant to end."
Perhaps in response to Yunyin's words, or perhaps it was truly Ruan Qingyu's good fortune, the strings of the Wutong Qin vibrated, and more and more sounds rang out from under her fingertips.
Unbeknownst to them, they had mimicked all the sounds they had just heard. Although it wasn't like the original owner's sound of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, the furniture and even the house itself in the disciple's residence were constantly trembling.
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