Lin Yueyao looked at Ye Futian's back. From Ye Wuchen's words, it seemed that Ye Futian had helped him understand.
But this guy was only in the Glory Plane. How could he be so monstrous?
But thinking of his performance at the Fenghua Banquet and Tingfeng Banquet, she couldn't treat him like an ordinary person.
"What's he doing?" Lin Yueyao asked softly.
"He should be comprehending. That's the last wall," Ye Wuchen said calmly. Lin Yueyao looked at the other stone walls. She saw Yu Sheng and the Black Wind Condor.
The Black Wind Eagle was cultivating too? Comprehending the Cang Mountain Relic?
She thought of Yu Sheng and Hua Jieyu beside Ye Futian. Those two were monstrous. Now, even an ordinary demon beast was becoming a spirit?
Ye Futian didn't know what Lin Yueyao was thinking. He didn't even know she was here. Right now, he was still comprehending quietly. Eyes closed, he let go of everything. The four walls of the Cang Mountain were reflected in his mind. The waves roared, each higher than the last.
Gradually, an image appeared in his mind. A figure dressed in white was playing the guqin. He sat on the Cang Mountain, by the shore. Before him, there was someone dancing with a sword.
The swordsmanship was bleak. The waves rolled over and fell into the sword intent, turning into thousands of strands of rain. On the mountain, a cold sword light cut through the sorrow of separation.
So, the poem really did have artistic conception.
The Golden Roc soared into the sky, wanting to bid farewell. It whistled by the shore, turning into countless shadows and stirring up the wind and waves.
All of this seemed to become an image.
The four walls didn't exist separately. Instead, they could merge into one.
With a flash of light, Ye Futian's Guqin Spirit appeared. He sat cross-legged and played the guqin alone.
The melodious sound of the guqin rang out and instantly attracted the attention of many people. Many people looked at him with a strange expression.
A Nine-star Glory Plane musical sorcerer was playing the guqin in front of the wall that no one could comprehend. Could he comprehend the artistic conception?
Lin Yueyao's eyes sparkled. This guy … really didn't care about others.
"Interesting." Liu Yuan glanced at Ye Futian and smiled faintly. Yun Qianmo's eyes also flashed.
The sound of the zither revealed a sense of transcendence, as if it was being played on an empty mountain.
In the artistic conception of the music, there were waves crashing against the empty mountain, a roc soaring in the sky, and a person cutting through the sorrow of separation. The scene matched the music.
As Ye Futian played, the will contained within the stone wall seemed to resonate with his music. Then, the will of the guqin descended into Ye Futian's mind, making the artistic conception even stronger. It was as if Ye Futian was playing the artistic conception through his hands.
Not only that, but in that instant, Ye Futian seemed to have resonated with the other three walls as well. The will of the sword, the will of the Roc, and the will of the waves all surged into his mind and were released from the guqin.
An image entered Yu Sheng's mind along with the sound of the guqin. Yu Sheng's body trembled violently. Suddenly, he felt the artistic conception contained in the stone wall of the waves and the stone wall of the Roc King clearly appear in his mind, allowing him to directly perceive them.
The same artistic conception entered the Black Wind Eagle's mind. It flapped its wings in excitement.
After that, Ye Wuchen, who was standing there, suddenly felt a gust of Sword Will enter his ears along with the music. His eyes flashed and he turned to look at the sword wall. He seemed to have seen a clear image. There was an illusory figure performing sword techniques.
Ruo Yu received the same treatment as Ye Wuchen, but she was confused at first. She felt that the artistic conception in the guqin was getting stronger and stronger. She looked at Ye Futian in shock and then understood. She looked at the sword wall to comprehend.
However, the others did not know of the changes that had occurred to them. They were still quietly comprehending, but under the sound of the zither, their comprehension seemed to have improved a little, and their comprehension deepened a little. This made them secretly happy in their hearts. They quietly comprehended, and then a wonderful scene appeared. In this space, there seemed to be only the sound of the zither, and there was no other sound.
After what seemed like a long time, the music finally stopped. Ye Futian felt the changes and smiled faintly. It seemed like he didn't have to worry about not being able to get fate in the Ancient Barren World.
Luo Junlin had gotten noble fate in the Ancient Barren World and was valued by the Royal Xuan Temple. Then, which force would notice him?
As the music stopped, people smiled one after another. Their comprehension had improved, but they did not know that it was the effect brought about by the music's artistic conception. They only thought that it was their own comprehension. Only a few people felt that the music had played a role in it. The artistic conception of the music was somewhat compatible with the scene here.
Sword intent flowed through Ye Wuchen's body and then disappeared. He opened his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt that Ye Futian was abnormal. This wasn't something a normal person could do.
Ye Wuchen knew that Ye Futian had probably comprehended the Cang Mountain Relic. He'd done something that no one had ever done before.
"What happened?" Lin Yueyao asked.
"That guy is teaching me swordsmanship," Ye Wuchen whispered.
"He's teaching you? With the guqin? " Lin Yueyao was stunned. Seeing that Ye Wuchen was nodding seriously, she immediately understood. She looked at Ye Futian resentfully. She was a member of the Fenghua Rank of the Cangye Kingdom. Couldn't he let her study it as well?
Sword intent flowed through Yan Lu's body. His eyes were sharp. He looked at Ruo Qiu and the others behind him. "How do you feel?"
"Senior Brother, I've comprehended something," Gu Jiang said.
"I've comprehended a bit too." Ruo Qiu was excited.
"Not bad. Ruo Yu, how about you?" Yan Lu nodded and looked at Ruo Yu. Her eyes were wide open, still in shock. She'd actually cultivated the swordsmanship on the wall?
She felt crazy. She'd comprehended it so randomly. The music sent the artistic conception into her mind. Then she looked at the wall as if she'd seen through the swordsmanship.
"It's okay." Ruo Yu was a bit dazed.
"I don't know what you're thinking about," Ruo Qiu said unhappily seeing her sister spacing out.
"Yun Qianmo." Just then, Liu Yuan looked at Yun Qianmo again and said, "How about we spar and see how much you've comprehended?"
"I don't have time," Yun Qianmo replied coldly.
Liu Yuan smiled. Wind whistled around him. Everyone looked at him. A powerful wind intent surged from him, causing the wind around them to howl wildly.
Fate bloomed and all merged into the wind intent. A frightening dark storm swept towards Yun Qianmo. Every wisp of wind in the terrifying tornado seemed to turn into wind blades. They were incomparably sharp. The gathered storm could tear everything apart. It was extremely frightening.
He merged fate into the wind intent and released the spell. He didn't care if Yun Qianmo refused and attacked directly.
Such strong intent. No wonder he's from the Liu Family of the Qianmeng area. Everyone looked at Liu Yuan. Clearly, he'd comprehended a lot.
Yun Qianmo turned around. Her clothes fluttered in the wind and a sword appeared in her hand.
Fate bloomed and merged into the sword intent. Then the sword intent howled. Yun Qianmo swung her sword and a sword veil appeared around her.
The tornado tore through and collided with the sword intent. The sky changed color and boulders shattered. Yun Qianmo stood in the air, her long hair flying in the wind. Her sword intent grew stronger and actually cut the tornado apart bit by bit.
When the storm disappeared, Yun Qianmo stood proudly in the air.
"No wonder you're Senior Sister Yun," Ruo Qiu exclaimed. "I think I felt the artistic conception of the stone wall just now."
Ruo Yu's eyes flashed. She whispered, "The sword technique was wrong."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ruo Qiu glared at Ruo Yu.
"Let's just try with the power we've comprehended here," Liu Yuan said. Liu Yuan said. As soon as he finished speaking, he shot into the sky and flew towards Yun Qianmo like a roc.
At this moment, Liu Yuan seemed to have turned into a roc.
Yun Qianmo held her sword and a sword intent descended. Seeing the roc fly through the air, she swung her sword. The sword turned into a shadow that cut through the air.
The roc left a series of afterimages. The two of them clashed and were so fast that it was hard to see with the naked eye.
Bang! With a loud bang, Liu Yuan's body had already left. Yun Qianmo's graceful figure continued to fall.
Liu Yuan floated proudly in the air and smiled faintly. "Yun Qianmo, it seems that your comprehension is not good. The Sword Clan's top disciple is only so-so."
Many people looked at the two. Though Liu Yuan had the advantage, it didn't mean that Yun Qianmo's comprehension wasn't as good as his. Other than the one that no one had comprehended, the sword stele was the most difficult to comprehend. Its artistic conception was hidden in the poem. Thus, this wasn't fair.
Liu Yuan had the advantage but said this. He was clearly doing this in front of Yun Qianmo.
The Qianmeng area Sword Clan disciples all looked angry. Ruo Yu also looked displeased. She said, "Senior Sister Yun, your sword technique can be perfected."
Yun Qianmo looked at Ruo Yu. Yan Lu, Wang Jue, and the others also looked at Ruo Yu. What was this girl talking about?
Ruo Yu didn't care about everyone's gazes. A sword appeared in her hand and sword intent filled the air. She swung her sword and in an instant, countless sword shadows appeared in the air. The sword turned into rain and each drop contained the power to cut through the air. Combined with the sword intent she exuded, it was clearly better than Yun Qianmo's sword intent.
This scene shocked many people. Ruo Qiu also looked at her sister in shock.
How could Ruo Yu's talent compare to Yun Qianmo's? However, her sword technique was clearly stronger. If Yun Qianmo had used this sword technique, Liu Yuan probably wouldn't have been able to escape unscathed.
"Junior Sister, how did you comprehend it?" Yan Lu, Wang Jue, and the others all walked up to stare at Ruo Yu.
Yun Qianmo also looked at her and asked, "How did you do it?"
Everyone's gaze fell on Ruo Yu. A girl in the Dharma First Realm, a junior disciple of the Sword Clan, had comprehended the sword technique from the sword stele?
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