Chapter 155: Listening to the lody
A young cultivator dressed in a long brocade robe stepped down from a luxurious beast-drawn carriage, followed closely by two guards at the peak of Qi Refining, their faces filled with respect.
“Xiaolong.”
As a deep and powerful voice resounded, the giant beast pulling the carriage lowered its head, the reins around its neck detaching in response.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
This massive spirit beast, towering like a mountain, did not conceal its own might. With every step it took, the overwhelming dragon might grew stronger, causing the cultivators present to reveal looks of shock.
Its head resembled that of a dragon, its eyes were like pools of blood, and its entire body was covered in rhomboid iron armor. Jagged bone spikes jutted out from the edges of the armor along its back.
If they were not mistaken, this beast was none other than the Armored Earth Dragon, a second-tier superior-grade spirit beast hailed by countless Beast Tars as a dragon-blooded species of the Gen Earth!
‘Even Young Master Fang has co!’
A cultivator’s pupils contracted, recognizing the newcor’s identity.
Within Fallen Dragon Manor, there were only a few second-generation cultivators who could use a dragon beast to pull their carriage, and Fang Yuchen was one of them.
He ca from the Fang Clan of Pingkong, whose ancestor was none other than Jing Yuan Zhenjun, a renowned figure of Fallen Dragon Manor. To say no one in Yuan-Kong County dared provoke him was no exaggeration.
“Where is your Pavilion Master?”
After putting away his Companion Beast, Fang Yuchen glanced impatiently at the diligent female cultivator of Cloudsound Pavilion standing before him.
“The Pavilion Master is preparing to perform the Cleansing Spirit lody,” the female cultivator replied with her head lowered.
“Take
to her,” Fang Yuchen said lightly.
Without another word, he strode forward, not sparing a single glance at the cultivators around him—including Chen Beiwu, who stood near the main entrance.
‘Such arrogance from a second-generation cultivator!’
Chen Beiwu withdrew his gaze and continued forward with the guide.
This person’s fate aura shone a faint orange. His cultivation was at about the Tenth Level of Qi Refining, indeed enough to warrant a degree of arrogance.
Led by the female cultivator, they passed through a winding, flowing corridor, when Chen Beiwu’s steps halted.
A broad, circular lotus pond slowly ca into view.
The pond stretched wide, with schools of colorful koi swimming beneath lush green lotus leaves. Floating atop the water was an ornate jade platform.
At the center of the jade platform sat a zitan guqin, flanked by twelve folding mica screens, clearly the stage where Pavilion Master Su Miao would perform the Cleansing Spirit lody.
“Honored guest, please wait a mont. The Cleansing Spirit Banquet will begin in half an hour.”
Hearing this, Chen Beiwu took his seat and glanced around. He found that every listening pavilion was separated by so distance, each occupied by one or two people.
After a while, he noticed three female cultivators of Cloudsound Pavilion surrounding that dragon-riding cultivator, reverently escorting him into a second-floor private room.
‘This Cloudsound Pavilion truly knows how to rake in Spirit Yuan!’ Chen Beiwu thought inwardly.
Just sitting in a first-floor listening pavilion already cost him two thousand five hundred Spirit Yuan. The expenses of a second-floor private room must be even more outrageous.
Just then, from the listening pavilion to Chen Beiwu’s right, a young man in a green robe suddenly rose and bowed.
“Inferior
is Guan Anyong. This Daoist friend looks rather familiar.”
Before speaking, Guan Anyong had carefully studied Chen Beiwu.
Born into the Guan Clan of Fallen Dragon Manor, he was skilled in making friends. Among the six counties under the manor, he did not claim to know every gifted second-generation cultivator, but he could recognize most of them.
Yet Chen Beiwu, with his sword brows, starry eyes, and outstanding looks as a Ninth Level Qi Refining genius, should not have escaped his notice. But strangely, Guan Anyong had no impression of him.
Thus, claiming he looked familiar was simply a pretext to strike up conversation and broaden his network.
“Chen Beiwu,” Chen Beiwu replied calmly.
Seeing his indifferent composure, Guan Anyong smiled even more warmly, inwardly convinced this youth’s background was extraordinary and worth befriending.
Yet, there was no prominent Chen Clan in Fallen Dragon Manor. Could he be from another prefecture?
At this thought, Guan Anyong’s smile deepened, and he began conversing with Chen Beiwu in high spirits.
anwhile, a luxurious beast carriage slowly stopped before Cloudsound Pavilion.
“Damn it, that fool still hasn’t replied to my ssage!”
After grumbling, Xu Lingling put on a sweet smile, lifted the curtain, and with the help of her personal maid, stretched out her slender jade-like legs, stepping onto the pristine ground.
“Perhaps he is in seclusion and hasn’t seen your ssage,” Xu Ziqing said gently, the corners of her lips curved in a soft smile.
“Hmph, forget it. If he misses this chance, he will definitely regret it.”
Hooking her arm through her best friend’s, Xu Lingling entered Cloudsound Pavilion under her maid’s guidance.
On the third floor of Cloudsound Pavilion.
A knock sounded at the door, followed by a maid’s voice.
“Pavilion Master, Young Master Fang wishes to see you.”
Su Miao frowned slightly, her gaze moving away from the jade mirror before her.
“The Cleansing Spirit Banquet is about to begin. Before the performance is finished, I will see no one. Help
refuse.”
No sooner had her words fallen than a mist of snowy fog took form at her right side.
A graceful white fox, petite and charming, trod the air and leapt into Su Miao’s embrace, pressing against her chest.
“Ying!”
Seeing the Thousand-Voiced Illusion Fox’s expectant eyes, Su Miao smiled softly.
Tonight’s Cleansing Spirit Banquet was not only to forge good ties with the geniuses of Fallen Dragon Manor, but also to temper her own musical skills.
If a prodigious Qi Refining cultivator gained enlightennt under the Cleansing Spirit lody she perford with the Thousand-Voiced Illusion Fox, she too would benefit greatly—perhaps even shattering her bottleneck and advancing from Late Foundation Establishnt to the peak of Foundation Establishnt.
‘Let’s hope this Fang Clan genius truly lives up to his na, worthy of inheriting even a fraction of Jing Yuan Zhenjun’s talent. Do not let
be disappointed.’
……
Half an hour later, the lights dimd.
Under countless gazes, the Cleansing Spirit Banquet finally began.
“Om!”
As lodious guqin notes rang out, Chen Beiwu’s eyes narrowed.
Behind the mica screens atop the lotus pond jade platform, a beautiful silhouette suddenly appeared.
Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, flowing down to her waist.
Her peerless face, partly veiled by twelve folding mica screens, revealed itself in glimpses, accentuating her elegance and leaving an unforgettable impression.
“Hiss!”
At the very instant Su Miao appeared, even without using his divine sense, Chen Beiwu distinctly heard sharp intakes of breath and the sound of gulping from his right side.
“Pavilion Master Su Miao is truly unmatched in grace and beauty!”
Turning his gaze, Chen Beiwu found Guan Anyong already too distracted to listen to the music, his eyes glued to Su Miao, his Adam’s apple bobbing as if he were swallowing jade nectar.
To dare look at a Late Foundation Establishnt cultivator with such eyes—this Guan Clan second-generation truly had no fear of death!
Chen Beiwu was sowhat surprised at Guan Anyong’s recklessness.
But when he scanned the surrounding listening pavilions, he was astonished to find that most Qi Refining cultivators wore the sa expression as Guan Anyong—their eyes filled with infatuation.
‘Are these people here to gain enlightennt from the music, or just to ogle a beauty?’ Chen Beiwu sensed sothing amiss.
By reason, these second-generation cultivators should have been accustod to beauty. How could they be acting so lustful?
‘A pack of diocrities. At least there are two promising seedlings!’
As a Late Foundation Establishnt cultivator, Su Miao needed only to sweep her divine sense to see every expression of the Qi Refining cultivators on both floors.
She had not used any enchantnt technique, rely plucking a few trial notes from the zitan guqin.
If they could not even withstand such a simple test of sound, how could they possibly hope to gain enlightennt through the Cleansing Spirit lody?
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