Chapter 476
Li Mo was swept by the chaotic currents around him, feeling as if he might spit blood from the discomfort.
He staggered back a few steps, nearly losing his grip on the divine sword.
The high mountains and flowing waters concealed deadly traps. Although his physical body was strong and he had not sustained any injuries, he found it impossible to circulate his Xuan Dan (mystical core), leaving him with barely a fraction of his strength.
It felt as if he had suddenly plunged into a turbulent ocean, being dragged deeper and deeper...
"How can a swordsman have such a strong physique...?"
Ning Que's lips twitched slightly.
But no matter how strong the physique, there are always limits.
"Li brother, be careful. What I just did was merely the prelude."
"Those who keep their thoughts in mind will surely have a response—threefold resonance!"
...
Below the stage.
The crowd watched the scene above, their expressions varied.
"This is the might of a divine weapon. Even the fifth realm is caught off guard and suffers greatly."
"Ning Que's ranking is probably too low. After all, he comes from overseas and rarely engages in combat."
"Indeed, the Little Overlord is not particularly skilled in swordsmanship, and since he has only recently acquired the Tianren Divine Sword, he cannot fully unleash its power."
Hearing the murmurs of the people from the imperial capital, the disciples of Penglai stood tall, each one resembling a jade tree or orchid, exuding an air of superiority.
"If he doesn't pull out the hammer, Li Mo probably won't win. What a pity."
Ning Jue shook her head.
"Do you want Li Da Ge to win?" Jiang Chuchong asked, intrigued by her tone.
Ning Jue's gaze remained fixed on Li Mo. "Because the Little Overlord feels somewhat familiar to me, like the male protagonist from the picture book I read..."
"The Overbearing Empress Falls for Me?"
"How did you know?"
"Because the picture book was written by Li Da Ge. He sometimes tells me stories about it, and I've heard things that aren't even in the book," Princess Jiang recalled.
Ning Jue: "!"
After a moment of silence, she slowly spoke:
"Actually, your Li Da Ge isn't without a chance. There are two ways to break the Qinghai Yiyin (the melody of the clear sea). The first is to overpower it with sheer strength, a hundred times greater than the performer."
"The second way, Ning Que mentioned it at the beginning."
Jiang Chuchong asked nervously, "What is it?"
"Finding a kindred spirit," Ning Jue smiled.
Not far away.
"Li brother seems to be struggling to find a way to break this high mountain and flowing water scene," Zhong Ling unconsciously glanced at Ying Bing.
Earlier, Ying Bing had already mentioned two methods to break the situation, just like Ning Jue.
The difference was...
"And there's one last method."
Ying Bing's clear and spirited gaze focused on the boy's wrist as she softly said, "But I wonder if he can remember it..."
...
On the stage, the sound of the zither surged like a tide.
Li Mo vaguely guessed the way to break this formation.
High mountains and flowing waters, the zither and flute harmonizing.
Only those who deeply understand music can evade the tide of the zither's sound.
To keep pace with the melody and rhythm of the zither, and to resonate with it, is the only way to gradually dissolve the music.
If one were to clash head-on, it would only grow stronger, unless one could surpass its limits.
"Using the hammer technique to control the sword might be a way to break the zither's sound formation."
As Little Li pondered, he swung his sword to defend while lost in thought.
Should I do it?
Do I really have to do it?
Right here?!
But if I were to resist with music, I don't even have an instrument, and I wouldn't know how to play. I don't even know what Gong, Shang, Jiao, Wei, and Yu are...
Dingling—
Something on his wrist struck the hilt of his sword, producing a clear and pleasant sound.
"Yuhua Xiao (Jade Feather Whistle)?"
Li Mo's eyes sharpened.
"My image as a disciple of Penglai is probably ruined now."
Ning Que felt he should have already won, but it seemed he had lost instead.
Looking up, he saw his once handsome face transformed into that of a pig, with two lines of tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.
"Little Overlord, I could lose to you a thousand times and it still wouldn't be enough!!"
He was about to quicken the pace and knock Li Mo out of the ring.
It had to be done; heaven knows how Li Mo's physique could be this strong. He deeply suspected that one side of the Feidu Shuangmian Gui (Flying Poison Dual-Faced Turtle) was Li Mo.
But suddenly—
Hoo~~
The clear sound of the whistle rang out.
The whistle itself had a beautiful tone, yet the melody was quite strange.
If there were a time traveler here, they would probably start singing along or even dancing.
"The vast horizon is my love... Beneath the endless green mountains, flowers are blooming..."
This tune should not fit with the high mountains and flowing waters.
But it was truly joyful.
The zither's sound faltered.
Ning Que leaned back slightly, feeling a bit lost.
He recognized it; it was the instrument used by the Qingluan clan when they learned to speak, typically given to a beloved as a token of affection.
And Ying Bing once had a nickname as the Qingluan Goddess, indicating she had spent some time there.
So this must have been a gift from Ying Bing to him.
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Chapter 533: Don't Come Over!
The zither's sound became sluggish.
Ning Que felt a bit dazed, a sense of absurdity washing over him.
What on earth is this?!
But he took a deep breath, quickly regaining his composure. His fingers curled slightly, and his hands, resembling pig trotters, somehow carried a strange beauty. Under his playing, the turbulent currents suddenly contracted, merging into one.
The intense vibrations surged outward, echoing through the mountains and valleys, as spring tides returned.
The zither's sound, fivefold, could wound the listener and kill the one who struck!
If previously, faced with this move, Li Mo could only use his sword as a hammer to break through with brute force, he had no chance to dodge or respond with swordplay.
But now, Li Mo clearly felt that as the Yuhua Xiao sounded, the whistle's tone seemed to entwine with the zither's music.
This was never an ordinary whistle...
The ethereal sound of the whistle seemed to envelop him like a Qingluan, allowing him to clearly "see" the flow of the music, reflecting in his heart.
Suddenly, Li Mo understood the music. The once intricate zither sounds now appeared crystal clear.
The essence of the Dugu Nine Swords flowed through his mind.
With a sword in hand, there was also a sword in his heart.
The sword moved with his thoughts, guided by his spirit, each strike like a celestial swan, unknown in origin but clear in destination.
...
"Things were going well, and then Li Mo suddenly started whistling?"
"Did you notice? After he blew the whistle, he seemed to navigate the zither's music with ease!"
"Honestly, I have to say, this tune from the Little Overlord is... surprisingly joyful. It makes me want to dance."
"Bro, don't dance just yet. Look over there; your grandma is already dancing in the street."
"What the hell!"
The onlookers were still puzzled, but some connoisseurs of music suddenly realized: "Qingluan's instrument?!"
"What is that?" someone asked, confused.
A disciple from Penglai explained:
"That is an instrument used by the Qingluan clan to convey their feelings to their destined ones, crafted with their heartfelt devotion, filled with emotions that are difficult for outsiders to understand."
"When the Qingluan's instrument is played, one can intuitively grasp the way of music to a certain extent."
"Of course, this also depends on the musical talent of the Qingluan..."
This was something many musicians could only dream of.
It represented a deep understanding of music, a noble and elegant Qingluan, and unwavering devotion...
"Wait, where did Li Mo get this thing?"
Someone asked, and the scene suddenly fell silent for a moment.
All eyes turned to the radiant figure on the Feiling Platform.
No one knew how many people were grinding their teeth in frustration.
Ying Bing was completely unaware of this; she was preparing to face her next opponent.
At this point, those standing on the stage were no weaklings.
In her group, there were the celestial beings Yan Tian and Miao Xian, as well as the sword fanatic Xie Xuan, who was now more commonly referred to as the God-Slaying Sword, along with the monk from Longxiang Temple, Guan Kong.
"I know I can't beat you, but you keep looking that way. It's really disrespectful to me."
The unprecedented Tian Miao, participating in the Qianlong Conference, stood with her hands on her hips in resignation.
"I wasn't looking the whole time."
Ying Bing turned to her.
Her gentle and serene gaze suddenly turned cold, the air around her radiating an unapproachable sanctity.
Tian Miao: "....."
Stealing a glance at the jade plate on her waist, she suddenly broke into a cold sweat, her eyes clearing immediately:
"Actually, it wouldn't hurt if you looked a little longer."
"?"
"This way, my chances of winning could go from zero to a slim chance of survival," Tian Miao said earnestly.
Even if it was a slim chance of survival! Who cares about respect at this point!
...
The long-restrained Tianren Divine Sword let out an excited trill, precisely striking the harmonic point amidst the intricate melodies.
With a swift motion, the high and distant realm allowed Li Mo to break through a layer, enabling him to move forward.
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