The music seemed capable of penetrating the human heart.
The closer people were to the mirror-like lake, the more affected they became. Even though he was standing at a considerable distance from the lake, Ye Que could feel his heart beating wildly. It was as if all sorts of feelings had begun to well up in him all of a sudden. He couldn't help feeling dispirited.
That was until the music entered the Spirit Sea in the depths of his heart and encountered the 13 Mother and Children of Spring and Autumn Swords inside him.
The Noble Death Sword was the first to attack, followed by the Justice-seeking Sword. In an instant, the music was shredded by the 13 Spirit Swords. Ye Que's emotions immediately returned to normal.
The white-clothed girl, Red Bean, also paused in her tracks when she first heard the music. In a flash, the oil-paper umbrella in her hand began emanating Primordial Force. This force was like a protective screen that
"Nan Fengxiu? Ranked 15th?" Who in the Demon Clan would introduce herself with her ranking? No one would, except for the Demon King's personal disciples. That was because no one else had the right to. Feng Xingmo looked up and stared at the girl with blood-red hair, unfathomable cultivation, and tremendous ego. There was no mistaking it! "Nan Fengxiu? Fengxiu? Feng?" Feng Xingmo muttered under his breath. His forehead was drenched with sweat. "Is she the Phoenix of the Imperial Clan?" It went without saying that the Demon King's personal disciples didn't belong to any tribe. Naturally, they had the right to command any Demon Race warrior as well as mock Feng Xingmo for being useless and take away his position as a leader. Even if he was born a wolf and a genius, he was incapable of breaking this rule. It was impossible even if he was the Wolf King. For a long time, he didn't know what to say. "Lord…"
The dust settled and the mist dispersed as a cool breeze blew across everyone's face. It hit the face of Wuming from the Temple of Six Buddhas. This time, the round-headed and big-eared monk did not squint and wink but merely kept his Chronometer of Dawn. Li Jianqi licked her lips as it blew across her face, and she stared at Jiang Liuyun's back. Nan Fengxiu did not raise her huge shield. The eyes of the 15th disciple of the Demon King lit up, but no one knew what she was thinking about. As for Ye Que and Red Bean. One of them looked despisingly and claimed that Jiang Liuyun a vain pot, while the other looked at disdain and said that he was flashy and had no substance. No matter how vain or flashy they were, it was enough to strike everyone with awe. It was the 'Cyan Luan', a top-notch level three Monarch's Sword and just one level below an Immortal's Sword. The green beam of light was also amazing. If they had not guessed wron
Outside the Imperial Mausoleum situated at the ley lines of sovereignty, the water level of River Luo began to drop gradually when the small pavilion at the center of Lake Mingjing was destroyed and when the 37 musical instruments were thrown into the air and everyone had entered the underground cave. It did not decrease only at one spot. Instead, the water level of the entire Luo River, which passed through half of the Tang Dynasty, had decreased. Even though it was minimal, one had to consider the entire volume of the river. With the Imperial Mausoleum, all of the corpses within and beyond the gold palace began to meld with the earth, as if it was going to absorb them. "Whoosh!" Just as Ye Que and Red Bean had found their footing at the bottom of the cave, an incredibly huge vacuum began to pull them toward the deep end of the cave. It came without warning, and everyone was caught unaware. Ye Que w
Which teenage girl would not dream of love? The girls of the Tang Dynasty, Cultivation World and Demon Race—all of them would. This was the law of Nature, and no one could stop it. Even though Nan Fengxiu was the 15th Disciple of the Demon King, she could not control her primal urge. The men of the Demon Race, however, were mostly huge and ugly looking. How could they meet the requirements of a maiden? Even though the demons seldom communicated with practitioners of the Cultivation World, a certain career and a certain thing changed all that. The career was that of painting, and the object was the paintings themselves! The first time Nan Fengxiu saw Jiang Liuyun was from paintings. There were a total of 167 of them, and each of them described a scene. They could be linked into a story, and the main character of that story was Jiang Liuyun of course. The story described how Jiang Liuyun represented Mo
The reliefs on the murals leaped into life as blood washed over them. Each sculpture was semi-translucent and looked like a ghost. Collectively they looked like a bunch of extremely powerful spirits. "Is this the resurrection of devils?" Everyone began retreating from the vicinity of the murals and stood at a relatively safe distance away. The huge sects of the Cultivation World began to gather, as did the warriors of the Demon Race. "Don't panic, everyone. These relief sculptures that have come to life are not devils. I believe they are dark souls used to suppress the Divine Tool," said Wuming, the monk from the Temple of Six Buddhas, in a low voice. In the blink of an eye, more than 10 sculptures had come into life after being splashed with blood. Half of them dashed toward the practitioners from the Cultivation World. Ye Que was following behind Red Bean and did not stand with the other practitioners. Both of them were rogue
After just one exchange. It was all it took for everyone to realize that the battle prowess of this new wave of relief sculpture dark souls had increased greatly, and they were nearly as strong as practitioners of the Starburst Realm. Each of their punches was powerful enough to shatter mountains, and they attacked the Seven Wonders Cloud Trapping Formation of Mount Shu with immense force, as if they were manifestations of the valiant Undefeatables. On one hand, the disciples of Mount Shu stood at the forefront of their peers and withstood the highest amount of pressure. Secondly, because they had been fighting for far too long, a few weaker disciples were already showing signs of exhaustion. The sudden increase of the relief dark souls' battle prowess caught everyone by surprise. The unfortunate ones that were hit by their fists either had their chests smashed open or heads bursting apart, limbs shattered and flesh grinded away as they died
"The Sword Fanatic of Silent Monastery!" "The daughter of the Crown Prince!" Li Jianqi's identity shocked all of the practitioners from the Cultivation World. The question now was, should they trust her? If the idea of destroying the relief river had originated from Li Jianqi at the very beginning, and she had told everyone her identity at the start, most of them would have believed her. However, it was very obvious to them now that the suggestion had been made by Ye Que, and she had chosen to support him because of personal reasons. No one laughed or criticized her this time. Instead, everyone opted to remain silent. They did not speak or voice their opinions in deference to Li Jianqi, but it did not mean that they thought Ye Que was right. They did not care whether she believed him or not. Li Jianqi's expression turned extremely ugly upon noticing that everyone was remaining silent. S
With the hard facts spelled out to him, Jue Shuo did not hesitate any further. Upon his orders, all of the Black Armored Warriors of the Judicature charged forth to attack the relief river on the murals. Even though Li Jianqi had spoken viciously, she actually knew that Jue Shuo had her well-being on his mind. How could she not have realized that all of the people from the Judicature had begun to side with her after she started to attack the murals? Jue Shuo's task was to protect Li Jianqi and accomplish his secret mission. Nothing else was more important than her safety, and he was not really concerned if he had angered her in the process of protecting her or not. As a young girl, Li Jianqi could act as she wished, but as the Deputy Night Timekeeper of the Judicature, he had to keep calm. Rashness was even scarier than demons. The situation now was different, however. Obviously, it was highly probable that Ye Que's guess was c
Li Jianqi was a Formless Realm expert who had absorbed the Battle Soul of the Great Founder. Even though she was not well versed in formations, she did not have to be so careful. However, both Uncle Jiao and her walked extremely carefully. The higher the realm, the more a practitioner was able to understand how tough the path to cultivation was, and the more he or she was able to understand that there was always someone more powerful than them out there. Moreover, the formations gave off an obvious prehistoric aura and were evidently not from any technique of the current Cultivation World. As such, neither of them dared to take the formations lightly. They were not in the royal palace. Who knew what sort of offensive capabilities Ye Que had incorporated into these formations? What if they attacked them without differentiating between friend and foe? They were not really worried about dying in the manor, but mostly they were afr
Even Ye Que himself was not entirely sure of the phenomenon, much less Li Jianqi. However, a lack of understanding would not obstruct him from learning. The Divine Book seemed to have grown increasingly amazing. Till now, there were already more than 20000 Divine Sect Seminary disciples, and its name was already known among all of the people at the bottom of society in Luoyang. It did not collect fees nor commission and imparted cultivation methods for free. It took it upon itself to explain one's doubts in cultivation away, and it was not a front. The methods Ye Que taught his disciples really allowed them to sense Nature's Spiritual Qi. It was only natural that something as wonderful as this was passed on by mouth, and more people began joining. No one was able to withstand the temptation of progressing in the world of cultivation once he or she entered it. Naturally, they would join the wild goose chase. As its
Winning the competition held among the troops stationed in Luoyang with a set of saber skills? One had to know that the Southern Encampment did not consist of troops stationed at the border. Even though they underwent much training, their prowess in battle was still somewhat behind the border troops. During the previous competitions of such small groups of a thousand soldiers each, the four encampments were not favorites to win. Ye Que had just allowed 1000 soldiers from the Southern Encampment to win the competition after teaching them a set of saber techniques consisting of only about a dozen moves over three days! It was no wonder that Zhang Yue would find it necessary to report the matter to Li Jianqi. "Is the saber technique related to the Southern Encampment winning the competition?" Li Jianqi asked somewhat suspiciously. There were battle techniques in the army as well. Each encampment had its own recognize
Ye Que remained in the Southern Encampment for three days. Ye Que began to hypothesize on the third day the reason that caused the strange phenomenon within his Spiritual Sea. With the aid of the soldiers, Ye Que was finally able to come to a conclusion. The Divine Sect Seminary disciples and the soldiers had practiced the Mountain-Splitting, Water-ceasing and Heaven-Splitting techniques, and there was no reaction from his Spiritual Sea if there were 100 or less than them. If there were more than 100 of them, however, his Spiritual Sea would begin to froth, but only when seminary disciples who had learned the Divine Sect's cultivation technique were present. It did not react when soldiers from the Southern Encampment practiced the Mountain-Splitting stroke. Also, if the energy and spirits of the disciples were not in sync, and they were training at their own pace, there would not be any reaction from his Spiritual Sea. Four cri
"Lend me a thousand soldiers. I have to test a hypothesis." The figure in red light armor standing in front of the military monument had just stopped releasing more sword energy when Ye Que walked up to her. When she turned to face him, Li Jianqi's aura had reverted back to the youthful and beautiful young woman, completely devoid of the bloodthirsty battle intent she displayed earlier on. As Ye Que thought about it, he believed that it should be the effects of absorbing her ancestor's Battle Soul in the Imperial Mausoleum. "Ye Que?" Li Jianqi exclaimed, somewhat shocked. "You want to borrow a thousand soldiers? For a deduction?" "Stop asking me so many questions. I can't explain all of them right away. Just tell me if you would lend them to me?" Ye Que asked somewhat impatiently. Anyone would also be in a hurry to prove his or her theory correct after experiencing so many amazing things and a way of amplifying the power of one's own cultiva
Three saber strokes were made before the gates of the seminary. Ye Que's Spiritual Sea exploded thrice. Ye Que nearly stumbled off the Bridge of Long Life and looked incredulously at the disciples not far away from him. They had still not noticed him and were still practicing their saber techniques. This was because they had also discovered something amazing. It was common for practitioners to be unable to grasp the essence of their training while practicing saber techniques on their own. Their physical selves, sabers, Spiritual Forces, Spiritual Seas and pathways of their sabers were always in disharmony. Training with thousands of other people, however, would speed things up, causing man and saber to reach a state of harmony very quickly, as if the larger the number of practitioners, the greater the benefits. Some of the practitioners had not realized this fact during the first round of training, but by the third round, even
Xichuan Town was a small ordinary town at the western border of Tang State, but it was renowned far and wide. This was because it was situated at a position that was nearly as far away from each of the six neighboring nations at the western border. During a normal day, cargo and trade flowed in and out of the town, as did merchants and travelers. A teahouse was located at the entrance to the town, and two elders sat at a table near the windows. Both of them had white hair, and a chess set was placed right in front of them. The black and white chess pieces were engaged in a titanic battle, and the moves they made were so complicated that it was hard to tell who would emerge as the victor. The elder on the left of the table pinched up a white chess piece with his fingers. "The Tang State has sent out 30 thousand light cavalries to Western Xia. Looks like they are expecting a quick victory." The other elder at the opposite end of the table laug
Gradually, the sky took on a marble-white color as dawn arrived. Frost and dew gathered on the walls of the palace. Li Chunzhi's brows were decorated with a layer of frost. The Chief Councillor of the Grand Council of Tang State trailed behind him, with the imperial bodyguards staying put a short distance away. Countless cultivators from the Judicature lay in ambush at all corners. Tang State continued to be compromised from all sides. If anything happened to Li Chunzhi, it would be the cherry on top of their misfortune. No one went up to stop him. Neither did they dare to. They could all tell that this soon-to-be Emperor was stewed in worries underneath his expressionless face. At dawn, Li Jianqi draped a white robe over her shoulders and climbed up the tower atop the walls. She stood behind Li Chunzhi and contemplated for some time before saying gently, "Father, you should mind your health. You've stood here for an entire nig
Inside the quiet General's Manor, a black-clothed man was shouting himself hoarse. Ye Que didn't think he would be ambushed on his first official return to the manor or that the assassins would be survivors of the Ye Army. These people must have mistaken him for being a Devil Seed after he used his Sword Qi to bind them. Perhaps the battle in You Prefecture left too deep a trauma in them that they would mistake anyone with supernatural powers as a cultivator, a devil, and the culprit behind their brothers' massacre. "Did all of you run from the city of You Prefecture?" Ye Que had released the bind his Sword Qi placed on them. The group of men remained deeply wary of him even after they were freed. However, they refused to let Ye Que distort the truth out of principle. "I'll repeat this again. We didn't flee from the battle. We broke out of the siege under Chief Wu's orders. We didn't run." The person repeated hims