EBE Chapter 293 The Sound of the Flute at Qianling Mausoleum
Chapter 293 The Sound of the Flute at Qianling Mausoleum
When the Linglong Divine Skill first appeared in the martial arts world, it shone brightly in that fierce battle.
Its exquisite and domineering nature shocked all the masters present, and it remains a legendary tale in the martial arts world to this day.
Zhang Xuanji didn't recognize Xiao Lie, but seeing that Mo You and Zi Yan behind him seemed to know him, he asked them a couple of questions in a low voice.
The two of them then repeated what had happened to him again.
He then suddenly remembered the battle in Nanyang City three years ago.
Even Cheng Shuang of Qin took a good look at this young man and even praised him highly!
Xiao Lie and Shu Lingxing walked side by side toward the location of the Spirit King.
The two approached, and Xiao Lie bowed respectfully, saying, "Spirit King."
Shu Lingxing knelt on one knee and respectfully said, "Your subordinate greets the Spirit King."
King Ling did not look at them, but asked in a deep voice, "Why have you come here?"
Shu Lingxing looked up and reported, "I heard news about the Spirit King a month ago and was worried about your safety, so Xiao Lie and I rushed here at full speed."
King Ling remained unmoved upon hearing this, instead letting out a light scoff: "Why should you concern yourselves with my safety?"
He changed the subject, his gaze finally landing on Shu Lingxing.
"I ask you, how is the matter of Donghai City being handled?"
Before Shu Lingxing could speak, Xiao Lie had already taken the lead.
"Rest assured, King Ling, the Peach Feather Sect is stationed in Donghai City."
Their sect's 'elders' have already led a group of medicine practitioners out of the mountain to provide medical treatment.
Now that the people of Donghai City are in stable condition, we are leaving.
On our return journey, some things happened, and we heard rumors that were unfavorable to the Spirit King, which is why we rushed here.”
King Ling raised an eyebrow: "So, the plague in Donghai City is under control?"
Shu Lingxing quickly added, "Reporting to the Spirit King, the people's condition is improving, with only a few still coughing."
The Peach Feather Sect has left disciples to look after things, and it shouldn't be long before things fully return to normal.
King Ling nodded: "Alright, you've all had a hard time these past few days. Please step aside for now!"
"Once I've settled things here, I'll hear your detailed account of what happened."
"Yes," Shu Lingxing replied.
Shu Lingxing was about to lead Xiao Lie away.
Zhang Xuanji suddenly spoke up, "Wait."
He looked at Xiao Lie and said slowly, "You were just questioning the old Taoist priest, what? Are you leaving already?"
Xiao Lie held the jade flute in his right hand and gently tapped it on his left palm. A faint smile played on his lips as he looked at the old man before him.
"Oh, I forgot. Wasn't it just that the Taoist priest said he was the true Spirit King?"
As Xiao Lie spoke, he pointed at Liu Lingyu with the jade flute in his hand.
Zhang Xuanji raised an eyebrow: "What advice do you have for me, young master?"
Xiao Lie's gaze fell on Liu Lingyu diagonally opposite him, and he asked calmly, "Since you are a True Spirit King, I wonder what your strength is?"
Zhang Xuanji's eyes lit up upon hearing this.
He thought to himself, "Does this kid know something?"
But he remained outwardly calm and changed the subject: "May I ask your esteemed name, young master?"
“No problem.” Xiao Lie nodded. “My name is Su Ziyun.”
Then, he pointed to Shu Lingxing beside him with his jade flute: "This is Shu Lingxing, one of the nine great spirit maidens of the Spirit Kingdom."
He then turned to the Spirit King, cupped his hands, and said, "This is the Spirit King of the Spirit Kingdom."
Then he turned to Zhang Xuanji and asked, "May I ask how you should address me, sir?"
His words were neither humble nor arrogant; he both clarified his identity and threw the question back at the person in question, making the atmosphere on the scene delicate once again.
Zhang Xuanji stroked his long beard, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.
"Su Ziyun! What a fine name! I've heard of it before."
Three years ago, in the battle of Nanyang City, you and your companions relied on your respective martial arts skills to stand undefeated against four masters from the Dark Shadow Heavenly Ranking.
Your courage and skill have become legendary tales in the martial arts world over the past few years.
He paused, a hint of inquiry creeping into his gaze.
"To be honest, when I first heard about your deeds, I was also curious."
Little did people know that there were very few people in the martial arts world who could make a name for themselves among the masters on the Dark Shadow Heavenly Ranking.
Today, this old Taoist priest truly wishes to witness your esteemed strength firsthand.
These words, though seemingly complimentary, actually contained a hidden meaning. Anyone with discerning eyes could tell that he wanted to force Xiao Lie to take action and probe his true strength.
Xiao Lie knew perfectly well that the old Taoist priest wanted to give him a hard time and disrupt the Spirit King's forces.
But he knew even more clearly that he must not show the slightest fear at this moment.
Otherwise, if our momentum falters, those who are eyeing us with predatory intent will seize the opportunity, and the situation will quickly turn against us.
However, judging from the current situation, apart from the experts of the Si Dynasty, it is likely that everyone else would want the Ling Kingdom to fall apart.
His fingers tightened slightly around the jade flute, and a cold, sharp smile curved his lips: "Since you, Daoist, have such refined tastes, I shouldn't refuse. However..."
He deliberately dragged out his words, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the room, his tone suddenly turning stern: "I'm afraid that some of you here might not be able to withstand my rudimentary skills."
"If I end up bleeding from all seven orifices, it will only spoil the Taoist priest's mood."
"Haha..." Zhang Xuanji laughed loudly upon hearing this, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.
"Oh? It's that powerful? This old Taoist priest must see it for himself!"
Zhang Xuanji had not finished speaking.
The jade flute in Xiao Lie's hand suddenly began to spin.
The flute left a trail of afterimages in the air before coming to a steady stop at the lips.
With six fingers of both hands pressed on the flute holes, the sound of the flute instantly burst forth!
It is different from the clear and melodious sound of ordinary flutes.
The flute music carried immense internal energy, which instantly erupted from his body.
What started as a wisp of air quickly transformed into powerful waves that swept towards everyone present.
The glance towards Zhang Xuanji's front side was tinged with a hint of probing.
These energies, especially those directed at Liu Lingyu, carried a sharp edge.
Even the Gou Clan and the people of Gu Xuanchao in the distance were enveloped by this aura.
It was as if the slightest carelessness would result in being torn apart by the sound of the flute.
Everyone in the arena was shocked. They hadn't expected Xiao Lie to be so unethical, launching an attack in an instant, leaving them all a beat too slow to react.
To their utter surprise, this young master possessed such profound internal strength.
The power contained in that flute music is so swift.
Those with lower cultivation levels couldn't bear it and retreated.
Mo You and Zi Yan, who were not far from Xiao Lie, couldn't help but frown.
They had only been apart for three short years, yet Xiao Lie's skills had progressed so rapidly.
Zhang Xuanji's smile faded slightly, and his hand stroking his beard paused abruptly.
The purity of this internal energy far exceeded his expectations; no wonder he dared to utter such arrogant words.
He looked at Xiao Lie and saw that the other person was upright and calm while playing the instrument, without any sign of panic.
It was as if this earth-shattering flute music was nothing more than a common pastime.
The flute music continued, stirring up the air above Qianling Mausoleum. A silent contest was quietly unfolding amidst the sharp flute notes.