Wutongqin
When he first arrived, this place was a town, but now it had become a wasteland. Yun Yin, however, was not too worried. He had always traveled alone before, and now that Ruan Qingyu was with him, his most important task was to quickly gather the resources and return home.
As spiritual energy containing explosive lightning was injected into the ground, the rocks and weeds that had been piled up on top all sank down.
What appeared before Yunyin was a huge hole. Relying on the aura he had left behind, Yunyin jumped down without hesitation.
In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the cave he had hastily built years ago. Perhaps because the location was well hidden, no one had discovered it all these years.
Even the talisman used to seal the aura only faded slightly, and the right hand gently pressed down on it. As purple patterns spread, the last stone door slowly opened.
First, the pent-up spiritual energy finally found an outlet, gushing out of the door. As the thick spiritual mist dissipated, the spirit stones that had been piled up inside, along with some decent magical artifacts that he hadn't used before, were casually placed on the ground.
"This armor is nice, I'll take it back for Qingyu. This pill has lost its potency, I'll take it back and have it checked." Yunyin put everything away in one go.
The only instrument that remained untouched was the guqin against the wall. Yunyin turned to look at the guqin, hesitated for a long time, and then put it into his storage space.
Inside a cave on Mount Kailash.
A young girl sat upright, her eyes closed, her expression seemingly one of suppressed pain, yet after a moment it transformed into one of serenity.
A thin layer of red light enveloped the girl, the light rippling like waves or spreading like wings, and if you listened carefully, you could even hear the sound of flames burning.
The more serene the girl's expression, the more intense the red light became. The surrounding fire elemental energy seemed to come alive, constantly being absorbed into this thin layer of red light.
As the red light grew brighter, it eventually transformed into a pair of red fiery wings. Accompanied by a clear bird song, the girl slowly opened her eyes.
Her hands clasped together at her chest, her slender fingers suddenly interlacing, a mysterious incantation activated by spiritual energy. The girl then pointed a finger at the wall in front of her—
'Bang!'
The wall suddenly shattered, and the spilled rubble was melted by the fire emanating from the girl.
The giant crater formed after the wall exploded was actually in the shape of a phoenix. It turned out that the third move of the "Fire Phoenix Splits the Sky" technique that Ruan Qingyu had practiced was not something she could do now. However, she had simplified the third move of Fire Phoenix Splits the Sky into a Fire Phoenix Palm.
The fire energy can be condensed and compressed in a short time, which increases the attack power without consuming too much spiritual energy.
"Finally, I have a move that I can use without consuming too much spiritual energy." Ruan Qingyu's lips curled up, and she was very happy.
"Fire Phoenix Splits the Heavens" is currently the most suitable cultivation technique for her, and it will also be a surprise attack technique when facing other cultivators in the future. However, if its power is too great and attracts the covetousness of others, it would be a loss that does not outweigh the gains.
During this period of focused cultivation, she practiced constantly, firstly to familiarize herself with the technique, and secondly to find a method that suited her better. Now that she has comprehended the Fire Phoenix Palm move, her progress can be described as rapid.
Afterwards, learning other techniques will be much easier and more efficient, allowing you to master them all at once.
"It seems you've cultivated quite well!" A teasing voice rang out, drawing Ruan Qingyu's attention.
Because the array recorded his aura, Yun Yin was not stopped when he entered, so he did not warn Ruan Qingyu.
"You're back so quickly?" Ruan Qingyu was delighted, not expecting that he would return so soon after she finished her cultivation.
Yun Yin jumped down from the rock and approached Ruan Qingyu, his nose twitching. Although his cultivation was still at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, his spiritual energy was refined, and his fiery temper was becoming increasingly active.
"It's not that fast, fifteen days have already passed for the round trip. You've been cultivating for quite a while now. Look what I brought you." Yun Yin said, releasing a ball of purple light towards the open space in front of Ruan Qingyu.
"Did he bring something back?" Ruan Qingyu wondered. Although she was curious when Yun Yin went out before, she hadn't asked. She didn't expect him to bring her something back today. With curiosity, she waited for the purple light to dissipate.
What appeared before them was a pile of spirit stones exuding spiritual energy, and armor and robes whose grade was at least Xuan level.
But what attracted her most was the ancient zither with a reddish-brown hue and a touch of gold. She didn't know what it was made of, but it held a strange attraction for her.
"This guqin should be a level-earth magic weapon, right?" Although Ruan Qingyu had never owned any powerful magic weapons before, the Xuantian Sect held a grand competition every now and then, and she had once seen the sect leader use the sect's level-earth magic weapon from afar.
That dazzling brilliance is unforgettable once witnessed. Now, this ancient zither is even superior to the magical artifacts used by the sect leader.
Yunyin flicked his tail, somewhat agitated, and after a long pause, he finally said, "The Heavenly-grade magic artifact, the Wutong Qin, should be able to be fully activated by your Phoenix bloodline."
Upon hearing this, Ruan Qingyu was taken aback for a moment, then asked in return, "I see that you look displeased. If this magical artifact has any connection to you, please speak frankly."
After a moment, Yun Yin remained silent. Seeing this, Ruan Qingyu refused to be deceived: "If you don't speak, it means you don't trust me. Keep the spirit stones and magic artifacts. Now that I have the spirit stones from the storage bracelet, I have enough."
Unexpectedly, Ruan Qingyu simply refused. Yunyin flicked its tail and finally wrapped it around Ruan Qingyu's ankle. It then dragged her to the Wutong Qin (a type of zither) and stared at it, saying, "There's nothing much to say."
After speaking, he noticed that the person beside him seemed to have a lower aura. Yun Yin said urgently, "This Wutong Qin was once a good friend of mine, and it is the spirit of the Wutong tree. It's a pity that he failed to transcend the tribulation. I watched his soul being scattered by the lightning tribulation. Now, this Wutong Qin should only retain the Heavenly Grade, but it still has flaws."
Sensing that Ruan Qingyu's breathing had eased somewhat, Yun Yin continued, "I feel a little regretful thinking of this old friend. I also feel that this magic artifact might be able to repair itself if you have it, but I'm worried that you might not want it."
After listening quietly to Yun Yin recount the origins of the Wutong Zither, Ruan Qingyu felt relieved: "If becoming someone else's magic weapon can help them recover, how could I not be willing? I wonder what your friend's name was before?"
Seeing that she finally spoke, Yun Yin breathed a sigh of relief: "Wutong, that was his name before. He used to love dressing up as a scholar and enjoyed composing poems and playing music with beautiful women. If he can be awakened in your hands after a thousand years, you should be satisfied."
She blinked, surprised that Yun Yin considered her appearance as that of a beautiful woman. She had always regarded Yun Yin as a demon beast, but she hadn't expected his aesthetic sense to be so similar to that of a human cultivator.
"You think highly of me. If I were to live a thousand years from now, I should have already reached the Golden Core stage or even the Nascent Soul stage." In my previous life, I only reached the Foundation Establishment stage at most. The Golden Core and Nascent Soul stages were already unfamiliar realms to me.
Releasing Ruan Qingyu's ankle, Yun Yin said with certainty, "You are a phoenix. Not to mention the Nascent Soul stage, ascension is only a matter of time. This Wutong Qin, quickly drip your blood to recognize its master."
Upon hearing this, Ruan Qingyu nodded slightly and immediately stopped hesitating. She drew a line on her right hand with her left hand and fingers together, instantly creating a cut.
His gaze slowly fell upon the paulownia zither, and his spiritual energy enveloped a drop of blood, which flew towards the zither. Upon contact, the zither burst forth with a seven-colored light.
In an instant, it was overshadowed by the crimson light that erupted from Ruan Qingyu's drop of blood. The seven colors and crimson intertwined and gradually merged completely into the Wutongqin.
Standing to the side, Ruan Qingyu felt a special consciousness appear within her own, and her divine sense drifted over. There, in her sea of consciousness, was a miniature image of the Wutong Qin (a type of zither).
The miniature version of the Wutongqin (a type of Chinese stringed instrument) had a beautiful red trailing tail on its tail, as if it were adorned with a touch of phoenix fire.
With a thought, she summoned the Wutongqin, which had shrunk to its core after being refined by Ruan Qingyu's blood, back into her dantian.
Her fingers lightly touched the strings, instantly producing a melody. It sounded like the cry of a phoenix, or like the zither was conversing with Ruan Qingyu.
Seeing her eyes slightly closed, as if communicating with the zither, Yun Yin couldn't help but feel a little bored. This zither, like its owner, was always trying to please people.
"I never asked how to use this phoenix zither before. Just do whatever makes you comfortable, you can even use it to hit people. This phoenix zither is made from a ten-thousand-year-old phoenix tree. If it hits a cultivator, even a Golden Core cultivator will suffer internal injuries, without using spiritual power." Yun Yin flicked his tail and said with ill intent.
Suddenly, the phoenix tongue of the zither seemed to understand, and it flickered as if in protest.
This immediately put Ruan Qingyu in a difficult position. She whispered to comfort him, "When I return to the sect, I will look for some techniques that use magic tools as zithers. At least I can play a piece so that your talent won't be wasted."
The Wutong Qin emitted another melody, seemingly echoing Ruan Qingyu's. Seeing this, Ruan Qingyu couldn't help but smile. She had never seen such a Heavenly-grade magic weapon before, and now that she had seen it, she felt that Heavenly-grade magic weapons were indeed extraordinary.
Five days later, outside the Xuantian Sect's main gate.
The Xuan Tian Sect disciple on duty at the mountain gate was dozing off when suddenly a melodious voice, like the gentle murmur of a stream, rang out: "Junior Brother."
The disciple on duty was startled and immediately opened his eyes. He was about to apologize, but froze on the spot when he saw the other person. The woman in front of him was dressed in red, which made her skin look as white as snow. Her clear eyes were like a cool summer breeze, which invigorated him.
"Senior sister, what is it?" The disciple on duty softened his tone, secretly wishing that this senior sister could talk to him more.
Seeing this, Ruan Qingyu's smile became even more gentle: "Junior brother, I took on a mission several months ago and went out. Now it seems that I was rejected by the sect's protective formation when I tried to return."
Seeing this, the disciple on duty was also somewhat surprised. His own cultivation was at the sixth level of the Qi Refining stage, yet he couldn't sense this senior sister's cultivation level at all, which showed that she was much higher than him.
"Senior sister, may I see your disciple's token?" the disciple on duty asked respectfully, bowing.
Ruan Qingyu was not surprised and immediately handed over his disciple token, allowing the disciple on duty to clink his own token against his disciple token.
In an instant, a hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the disciple on duty: "Senior sister was a new disciple just a few months ago! To have reached the Foundation Establishment stage in just a few months after joining the sect is truly admirable."
Hearing this, Ruan Qingyu's smile remained unchanged; she naturally knew this. It was just that this was how it was for newly recruited disciples returning after their first time leaving the sect. In her previous life, she had tried to find a disciple on duty to help her open the token, but due to her low cultivation level, she had been left waiting for a whole day and night.
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