"I'll go back first."
Yang Qingxuan didn't linger after hearing the content of the competition.
Chen Ting nodded. "Yes, you should also prepare well. Although I don't think you'll have any problems, it's best to be careful."
Yang Qingxuan returned to his dormitory and sat cross-legged in the secret chamber, recalling the shock brought by the divine music in the library.
He suddenly raised his hand and plucked his index finger in the air. With a clang, a melody appeared out of nowhere and turned into ripples.
Yang Qingxuan frowned and looked at his fingertips. Then, he put his thumb and middle finger together and flicked them in the air. A ripple spread out from his fingertips, followed by another string note.
"This Eight Note String Finger is a rhythmic finger technique."
Yang Qingxuan had an epiphany after flicking his two fingers. He put his right thumb and index finger together and bent his left middle finger slightly. At the same time, two clangs sounded out and ripples spread out. It was very pleasing to the ear.
"It seems that you've comprehended all eight finger techniques."
A voice sounded out of nowhere.
Yang Qingxuan frowned, clearly displeased, and said, "Dean, is it really okay to just come in without knocking on the door? What if I'm flirting? Please watch your manners. "
"Haha, those who do great things don't care about trifles. I was going to knock, but I couldn't help but come in when I heard the rhythm outside. Please forgive me."
In the open space of the secret chamber, space twisted and turned into two figures. Qing Buli was stroking his beard and smiling. Wu Hao was holding a harp, his eyes glowing with vigor.
Yang Qingxuan stood up and bowed to the two.
Qing Buli helped him up and said enthusiastically, "No need to be so polite. I heard two melodies at the door. They should be the Goumang Finger and the Shadowless Finger, right?"
Yang Qingxuan replied, "Yes, apart from the Goumang Finger and the Beckoning Moon Finger, I've only skimmed through the other six fingers. I can't say that I've comprehended them. However, there is a certain connection and commonality between the finger techniques. I have been pondering over this question. Only now do I know that this commonality is the Nine Heavens Ripple Song that Elder Wu Hao played the last time. "
Wu Hao said happily, "That's right. You're really talented. One day, this song will reappear in the world."
In his excitement, he could not help but pluck the strings of the zither, producing an empty sound that reverberated in the secret room.
Yang Qingxuan asked doubtfully, "Reappear in the mortal world?"
Wu Hao explained, "The song this old man plays has only the form but no charm. You will slowly understand it in the future."
As he spoke, he took out a golden scroll and looked at it lovingly. Then, he handed it to Yang Qingxuan.
The book was tied with golden thread, and had a precious jade as its axis. There were some musical notes and curves drawn on its surface.
Yang Qingxuan exclaimed, "Nine Heavens Ripple Tune?!"
Qing Buli smiled. "That's right. Apart from the elders, you are the only one in the academy who has read it. "
Yang Qingxuan said, "I heard that this is the song for tomorrow's competition. Won't I be suspected of cheating if you give it to me now?"
Qing Buli laughed. "Haha, it's only the top sixteen. What difference does it make to you whether you cheat or not? Concentrating on mastering this song is the right way. You don't have to worry about those minor details. "
Yang Qingxuan accepted the music. "This student will do his best!"
Qing Buli smiled happily. "Then we won't disturb you any longer."
With a flick of his sleeve, the two of them disappeared into thin air.
Yang Qingxuan's heart shook as he looked at the scroll in his hand. He quickly sat down cross-legged and untied the golden thread, opening the scroll slowly.
The words and symbols within were fresh and elegant. At a glance, it was as if a clear melody was bouncing off one's nose.
There was a poem at the top of the scroll. "Clear music flows through the secular world. When will the strife end? Who can break through fame and fortune?
Yang Qingxuan muttered it a few times, his heart stirring. There were two words at the bottom of the poem: Kagura.
"Who is Kagura? She has such an otherworldly temperament. It's fascinating."
Yang Qingxuan was touched by the spirit and elegance of the words. He immediately opened the booklet and read it without any distractions.
Outside the dormitory, space warped slightly as Qing Buli and Wu Hao appeared.
"Elder Wu, do you think he can inherit Kagura's mantle?"
"I don't know, but if he can't, there's no one else who can."
The two of them gradually disappeared into the distance.
… …
Yang Qingxuan flipped through the book alone in the secret room. Notes jumped into his eyes one after another, entrancing him. They flowed like a small stream, singing on their own.
He was unconsciously immersed in the cheerful rhythm, unable to extricate himself.
After a long time, he flipped to the last page of the booklet, and the music finally stopped.
Yang Qingxuan's eyes were filled with confusion. His consciousness seemed to be still immersed in the music score, unable to extricate itself.
After an unknown amount of time, his body trembled in shock. The confusion in his eyes was swept away, and two rays of light shot out from them.
"What's going on? My consciousness has been captured! "
Yang Qingxuan was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat.
For a martial artist, this was simply inconceivable. Even when he comprehended the Haoran Sword Intent, he didn't enter such a state of complete emptiness.
"This is too miraculous."
Yang Qingxuan took the booklet in his hand. He was about to flip to the other side when he was suddenly shocked. His eyes were filled with a dazed expression.
True Qi surged in his body like a surging river. It was unprecedentedly powerful.
After flipping through the music score, he actually broke through.
He clenched his fist, and a stream of light overflowed from his arm. "It's not just my True Qi … I actually broke through for both …"
True martial realm and late Chalcedony realm.
Yang Qingxuan was dazed for a moment as he recalled the wondrous details. He suddenly exclaimed, "What time is it now?"
He abruptly realized that a day and night had passed.
He rushed out of the secret room and rushed to the arena.
… …
"Can we begin, Dean?"
Yi Kun leaned to the side in front of one of the arenas, asking for instructions in a low voice.
Qing Buli's eyes were half-closed. He asked lazily, "Is everyone here?"
"We're still missing Yang Qingxuan," Yi Kun replied.
"Then let's wait a bit longer."
Yi Kun glanced at the sky. "But … the time has passed. If we wait any longer, it'll obviously be unfair. I'm afraid it'll cause some criticism."
"Criticism?" Qing Buli asked. "Who's going to criticize?"
Yi Kun replied, "I'm afraid many students will criticize. They'll think it's unfair."
Qing Buli said, "If there are any complaints, just write them down and fire them."
Yi Kun: "... Understood."
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He knew that Qing Buli was determined to protect Yang Qingxuan, so he wouldn't embarrass himself any further.
The twenty-four students in the arena had long since arrived. Some were standing, some were sitting, and all were waiting patiently.
Apart from a few people who were cultivating with their eyes closed, the rest of them all looked impatient. There was a hint of anger on their faces.
"Sorry, I'm late."
A voice came from the sky. Yang Qingxuan flew down and landed on the arena. He cupped his fist apologetically to the crowd.
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