[Immortal Realm, Forgotten Domain, Northern Region, Barren Desert]
"Master, he may be stubborn, but he isn’t a bad person. Why don’t you and Big Brother Xue teach him how to play the flute?" Xiao i’s heart was softer than the others, and he couldn’t help but speak up for Bu Si Shu.
Among their group, Bing Xue was the most skilled in playing the flute. Though his talent didn’t quite match Shenlian Yingyue’s, he was still exceptional.
Zhiyi preferred the guqin; Xiao Nian the pipa; and Xiao i the kong vong thom, a Cambodian instrunt. The others, however, had developed their own unique ways of making music, channeling spiritual energy directly rather than relying on instrunts.
Xiao Lan and Feng Huan manipulated their ice power to create vibrating ice crystals, producing harmonic resonances akin to a crystal singing bowl, only frost-based.
Xiao Li and Zhizhi, on the other hand, wielded their fire abilities to craft rhythmic bursts of fla, quick, controlled micro-explosions that mimicked drumbeats. The effect was like a rapid-fire sequence of firecrackers, perfect for a fiery, percussive performance.
Huan Huan, with her wind affinity, shaped the air itself into lodies, altering pressure, direction, and speed to evoke feelings of freedom or lancholy.
anwhile, Hong Zuan and Tian Tian summoned thunderous drumstorms; their lightning interacting with magical fields to create eerie, resonant tones. Storm-drums hovered around them, each strike a different pitch, like a living, crackling orchestra.
For the past ten years, Qing Long, Bai Hu, Xuan Wu, and Zhu Que had remained in seclusion; erging only if Shenlian Yingyue’s life was in danger.
As for Lu Long? He was the laziest of them all; doing nothing but lazing around and occasionally helping her brew pills.
"Xiao i, don’t waste your sympathy on him. He’s the one who scolds our Master every ti he sees her," Xiao Nian chided, flicking Xiao i’s forehead.
Over the years, Xiao i and Xiao Nian had both grown taller; yet while Xiao Nian had blossod into a striking young woman, Xiao i’s face retained its childlike innocence.
"Master," Xiao i tugged at Shenlian Yingyue’s sleeve with pleading eyes.
"He’ll co to understand music in his own ti," Shenlian Yingyue replied with a gentle smile, ruffling his hair.
Her lips curled faintly. Strictly speaking, freely sharing an inherited legacy was improper. But Senior Qing Luan had once told her, "If my legacy lives on through worthy hands, I will have no regrets." Out of respect for her predecessor, and out of love for her companions, Shenlian Yingyue had taught them everything without hesitation.
"Master, what do you an?" Xiao i blinked in confusion.
Xie Xie and the others exchanged glances, suppressing sighs.
"Xiao i, co here." Xiao Nian pulled him aside and whispered an explanation.
His eyes widened in realization; then sparkled with admiration as he turned back to Shenlian Yingyue.
"Xiao i, if you keep looking at like that, I’ll start thinking I’m so kind of celestial superstar," she teased, laughing.
The others joined in, their laughter echoing across the barren desert.
With that, they split up once more, each heading their separate ways, continuing their treasure hunts, battling opportunistic villains, and seizing every opportunity that ca their way.
Only Xiao Lan, Xiao Li, Xie Xie, Bing Xue, Zhiyi, Xiao Yun, and Xiong Zi Ying remained by Shenlian Yingyue’s side.
And ever since she had confessed to sleeping with Bing Xue, Zhiyi, Xiao Lan, and Xiao Li had beco even more clingy than usual.
Zhiyi had developed a habit of dragging her to bed whenever she finished eating with them or took a break from cultivation. anwhile, every night, she would get drunk for no reason even if she didn’t drink wine, only to wake up later with a strange feeling, as if sothing had happened to her body. Yet, since there were no signs of harm, she dismissed her suspicions.
Maybe she was just exhausted from training.
Still, the lingering sensation of being touched bothered her; but she brushed it off, perhaps it was just her imagination.
Mr. Potato narrowed his eyes. Little Author, I sll that you’re hiding sothing from us. (Suspicious.)
Bing Xue, no longer restraining his desires, grew bolder. Now that he had her, his confidence surged. He no longer buried his emotions, but openly expressed them to her.
Zhiyi and Bing Xue always stayed by her side, their presence silent but unwavering. Yet, whenever her attention wandered, the two exchanged sharp, dissatisfied glances.
If they claid they weren’t jealous, it would be a blatant lie. But instead of wasting energy competing, they chose to support each other, working together to grow stronger so they could protect her.
One month later,
"Not good; my brother is in danger!" Shenlian Yingyue’s expression darkened.
In an instant, she vanished, alongside Xiao Yun, Zhiyi, Bing Xue, Xiao Lan, Xiao Li, Xie Xie, and Xiong Zi Ying.
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[Forgotten Domain, Northern Region, Ember Dune Desert – One of the Desert Mountains]
The Ember Dune Desert was a vast expanse of sand dunes and towering mountains, where treasures lay buried, waiting for those strong enough to claim them.
When they arrived, Shenlian Yinzhu was drenched in blood.
Shenlian Yingyue’s eyes burned with fury as she took in the sight before her, a group of black-robed n wearing Rakshasa masks. Again? The assassins sent by that ’Queen’!
This ti, there were over a hundred of them, and their strength far surpassed the Yellow-ranked killers they had faced before. (Chapter 426)
"Brother, are you okay?" Shenlian Yingyue rushed to his side, the others close behind.
"I’m unhard. This is their blood." Shenlian Yinzhu shook his head.
A quick glance at the battlefield confird his words. The ground was littered with corpses, not just the Rakshasa assassins, but also the desert creatures that had fought alongside him.
"They ca to help ," he explained. Truthfully, he hadn’t needed their aid, but he hadn’t refused it either.
Then, she spotted Li Bing, the Ancestor of the Glass Lizard Clan, fighting alongside his brothers and clansn against the remaining assassins.
"Miss!" Li Bing called out in relief when he saw her.
Shenlian Yingyue raised a hand, signaling for them to fall back. They were already injured, and these enemies were beyond them.
Though reluctant, Li Bing and his n obeyed, retreating at her command.
Xiao Lan, Bing Xue, and the others wasted no ti; they charged forward, cutting down the remaining assassins.
Shenlian Yingyue, Zhiyi, Xiao Li, Xie Xie, and Xiong Zi Ying joined the fray, leaving no room for rcy. The only one who didn’t move was Xiao Yun, who lounged mid-air, leisurely peeling rambutan as if the battle beneath him were nothing more than background noise.
Strangely, no one seed to notice him, and the chaotic spiritual attacks never reached him.
With a flick of her wrist, Shenlian Yingyue summoned purple flas, igniting a thousand lotus petals that incinerated the remaining assassins.
In less than five minutes, the battle was over. The Rakshasa-masked n lay dead, their souls swiftly drawn into the Soul Gourd. Their bodies were reduced to nothing, not even a trace of ash remained.
Li Bing and the others stood frozen in shock, inhaling sharply as the reality sank in.
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