This was a difficult problem for Zhang Huazhen, so he finally decided to leave it to them to discuss and solve themselves.
Dressed in crimson robes, as radiant as a rosy sunset, Fei Yue held a silver needle in her hand, looking at Xiu Qi Yu with a smile: "Junior Brother, are you withdrawing voluntarily, or should I send you away?"
Xiu Qiyu's expression was indifferent: "Third Senior Sister is joking. How can we trouble you with such fighting and killing? You should leave it to me."
Feiyue smiled and said, "Junior Brother has just arrived at Tianjian Peak, so it seems you don't know our rules yet."
"What rules?" Xiu Qiyu asked Sang Yu.
"Respect the rules of elders." Sang Yu mouthed the words for a moment, then shut up. She didn't want to anger her third senior sister, otherwise she would definitely be turned into a puppet and hung on the clothesline outside for many days.
"What did you say?"
Feiyue tossed her hair, the silver needles in her hand emitting an increasingly cold light.
"I wish my third senior sister great success and instant godhood. I will prepare a celebration banquet at Tianjian Peak and wait for our senior brothers and sisters to return in triumph."
Sang Yu gave up immediately. Just kidding, even the three of her combined wouldn't be enough to defeat her third senior sister with a single finger. There was no way she could fight for this opportunity.
Xiu Qiyu and Qin Wu exchanged a glance, not expecting Sang Yu to compromise and give up so quickly.
"Very good, junior sister, you made the right choice."
Qin Wu hugged his zither tightly, his once clear and calm eyes now burning with fierce flames. His snow-white robes fluttered in the wind under his powerful true energy, and a sacred and vast aura emanated from his body.
Such a Qin Wu was something that Xiu Qiyu had never seen before, and even Sang Yu and Fei Yue rarely saw.
"Fourth Junior Brother, are you declaring war on me?" Fei Yue narrowed her eyes, and a smile slowly bloomed on her soft, flower-petal-like lips.
“I accept your challenge.” Fei Yue moved her feet slightly, facing Qin Wuyin.
Sang Yu and Xiu Qiyu retreated simultaneously, leaving the battlefield to Fei Yue and Qin Wu.
Sang Yu rubbed her fingers together: "This battle is sure to be exciting."
Xiu Qiyu nodded. Qin Wu's forte was mental attacks and ranged attacks, making him a character similar to a mage. Xiu Qiyu hadn't witnessed Fei Yue's "Scattered Flowers Flying Red Needle Technique" firsthand, but Qin Wu and Sang Yu's expressions said it all.
"Aren't they afraid that I'll reap the benefits?"
“You.” Sang Yu glanced at Xiu Qiyu indifferently: “Even if they are injured, you are definitely no match for them.”
Sang Yu's tone showed no hesitation.
Xiu Qiyu remained silent; if a battle was unavoidable, he would absolutely not run away.
Qin Wu sat cross-legged on the ground, his long, slender fingers gently caressing the strings, and beautiful and exquisite melodies flowed continuously from his fingertips.
A holy and icy aura emanated from him, making Qin Wu appear ethereal and holy, like an immortal.
Although Fei Yue stood still, a handful of silver needles had appeared in her hand without her noticing. Xiu Qiyu's pupils shrank; it turned out that she didn't have just one needle, but many.
Countless red silk threads intertwined into a tight net, like an indestructible weapon, flying towards Qin Wu.
Qin Wu kept his eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to the silk threads that could leave countless small holes in his body at any moment, and continued to hold the zither attentively.
White light flowed from Qin Wu's fingertips, enveloping his snow-white figure.
Countless red threads seemed to pierce through a pile of cotton. White threads, formed from countless pure musical notes, intertwined with the red threads, the two energies colliding with each other. Red threads or white rays of light continuously vanished into nothingness, but new threads soon appeared, seemingly colliding again.
The auras of the two were constantly rising. If Qin Wu was like water, then Fei Yue was like a bright and beautiful flame, wanting to burn and destroy everything.
Xiu Qiyu and Sang Yu both noticed that, so far, Fei Yue's silver needles had not been used.
Sang Yu watched Fei Yue and Qin Wu's battle with a serious expression, feeling conflicted. She didn't want to see either of them get hurt.
Fourth Senior Brother should be no match for Third Senior Sister, so why did he still make a move?
The silver needle in Fei Yue's hand finally moved, seemingly flying towards Qin Wu in a chaotic manner, but with a unique charm. Countless red threads also flew towards the silver needle along a predetermined trajectory.
Xiu Qiyu finally understood the reason for the "Scattered Flowers and Flying Red Needle Technique". Looking at it this way, the trajectories of those red threads in mid-air do indeed resemble flowers, almost dazzling the eyes.
"Fourth Senior Brother is in danger," Sang Yu murmured.
Qin Wu's zither music suddenly became sharp, soaring into the sky. The notes shattered into countless points of light, which gradually coalesced into countless sound blades. Under Qin Wu's control, these blades collided continuously with the silver needles and red threads.
Sang Yu's expression remained largely unchanged; this was just the beginning, and the chaotic flurry of petals was not as simple as it seemed.
The white sonic blades finally severed all the red threads, leaving only countless silver needles. Crimson remained standing, her hands moving with almost magical speed, her movements barely perceptible. With each movement, countless silver needles spun and leaped in mid-air, seemingly without any discernible pattern. But Qin Wu's expression finally changed; the previously calm sonic blades became violent, almost transforming into a roaring wind, intent on destroying the silver needles.
Many silver needles were knocked to the ground by the sonic blades, but the remaining silver needles continued to move along their own trajectories, only faster and faster, as if the space itself was being torn apart.
Beads of sweat dripped from Qin Wu's head as his sonic blades disappeared, shredded into pieces by the rapidly spinning needles.
Qin Wu's hands danced across the strings, sending more and more sound blades flying towards Fei Yue. However, they were intercepted on the way, turning into countless points of light and disappearing.
"It's almost over." Sang Yu's tone carried a hint of regret.
Sure enough, Fei Yue's hands seemed to suddenly stop, and those beautiful and exquisite melodies disappeared instantly.
Blood blossoms bloomed on Qin Wu's snow-white clothes. Upon closer inspection, Qin Wu's body was pierced by dozens of silver needles, and the red threads swirled eerily in mid-air.
Qin Wu was controlled by these silver needles and threads, like a delicate puppet doll, unable to move at all.
"I lost." As soon as Qin Wugang opened his mouth, blood began to flow out, staining his white clothes red.
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