Ye Futian was still playing the guqin. The high-pitched music gradually became deeper. The emperor's intent on him dissipated.
Finally, with a beat of a note, the music stopped.
Ye Futian raised his head slowly and looked at Qian Shanmu. His robe was as white as snow and spotless. His eyes were like stars and his handsome face seemed even more dazzling now.
I'm insignificant but my heart is toward the sky. If there's a storm, I'll become the emperor.
With the disappearance of the melody, the vast void suddenly became extremely quiet. Countless gazes were fixed on the two figures on the battle platform.
Qian Shanmu looked at Gu Se, who had broken the string. He still didn't believe he would lose.
The Donghua Clan didn't believe it either. They couldn't accept it.
Qin Mengruo's face was pale. Her man had lost to Ye Futian in music.
Hua Qingqing's clear eyes gazed at the handsome figure in white. She didn't pay attention to Ye Futian's victory. Instead, she paid attention to the music he had played and the artistic conception in it. From beginning to end, he hadn't used his music to trigger any sorcery attacks. He had only used music to express an artistic conception. It was indomitable, growing up from a young age until he became an emperor.
The artistic conception contained in his music kept getting stronger until it completely crushed Qian Shanmu.
Perhaps his attainments in music might not be as good as Qian Shanmu's, but the world he felt from his music was vaster than Qian Shanmu's.
Even the people from the College were shocked by the result of this battle, especially Tang Ye and Su Muge who had mocked Ye Futian. Seeing the gazes of the surrounding College disciples, they felt their faces burn.
Yu Sheng, on the other hand, felt that this was a matter of course. Only he had blind trust in Ye Futian. He looked at Tang Ye coldly and said, "Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough on the Mirror Mountain in the Ancient Barren World?"
Tang Ye's eyes froze. He stared at Yu Sheng with an embarrassed expression.
"How can you understand his world? You'd better keep your mouth shut about his affairs in the future," Yu Sheng said coldly. His wild eyes were filled with a threatening look.
Tang Ye gritted his teeth. Yu Sheng was threatening him?
However, Yu Sheng didn't care about what Tang Ye thought. He turned his eyes away and ignored Tang Ye's existence.
The crowd in the vast space gradually began to murmur.
"Qian Shanmu actually lost."
No one knew who said that, but the crowd immediately went into an uproar.
Qian Shanmu, who was known as the best musician of the younger generation in the Eastern Barren Territory, had lost in a battle of music. Could he still be called the best?
The eyes of the geniuses of the various forces fell on Ye Futian. Although Ye Futian's level was slightly low, it was only a matter of time before he would improve.
Another person like Gu Dongliu would appear in the Cottage.
Lu Nantian had lost to Gu Dongliu, and Qian Shanmu had lost to Ye Futian.
The Donghua Clan was completely defeated in a direct confrontation with the Cottage.
Ye Futian put the guqin into his bag. His movements were neither hurried nor slow. He did not mock Qian Shanmu's defeat.
Defeating his opponent with music temperament was the best response in itself. All other words were pale and powerless.
"What song did you play?" Qian Shanmu raised his head and looked at Ye Futian.
He had played the Holy Sound, the sound of a saint. It was extremely difficult to play and even more difficult to express the artistic conception. But he could do it and still lost.
Ye Futian looked up at Qian Shanmu and said, "I played it casually. I don't know what song it is."
With that, he turned and started to walk away.
Qian Shanmu's face froze and he looked embarrassed. Ye Futian had said he played casually the song that defeated the Holy Sound.
"You won, but why are you so fake?" He naturally admitted that Ye Futian was very accomplished in music. But Ye Futian said he played casually. Was he trying to humiliate him?
Ye Futian stopped in his tracks and smiled. He said, "What is rhythm? Although rhythm can be used in battle, it is given by spiritual attacks. The real rhythm lies in the rhythm itself. It is pure and connected with the meaning. You said that I don't understand rhythm, and I indeed don't understand it very well. But do you really?" Ye Futian stopped in his tracks and smiled.
With that, Ye Futian continued walking. Qian Shanmu's eyes froze.
Do you really?
At this moment, Qian Shanmu actually had some doubts about himself.
He lowered his head and looked at the broken string. He was deep in thought. His state of mind seemed to have suffered a great blow.
At this time, a beautiful figure walked to his side. She saw Qian Shanmu's struggle and doubt. This was her man. She didn't want to see him like this.
"He's purposely attacking your state of mind," Qin Mengruo said to Qian Shanmu. "Your music is not weaker than anyone else's. If you didn't use a ritual implement to defend, you would have won long ago. He can't resist your musical attack at all."
Qian Shanmu looked up at his wife, Qin Mengruo.
She was still so beautiful. Her eyes were noble and beautiful, but there was strong faith and trust in him.
Their gazes met. Qian Shanmu's eyes gradually regained some confidence.
As the pride of the Donghua Clan, he naturally had his strengths. No matter his state of mind or willpower, ordinary people couldn't compare to him.
It was just that the impact of this battle was too great. He had lost to Ye Futian, who was in the Dharma Plane, in the aspect of music that he was best at. Moreover, he represented the Donghua Clan while Ye Futian represented the Cottage. Just when everyone thought that he would crush Ye Futian, he lost. It was hard to accept.
"Wait."
At this time, a voice suddenly sounded. Ye Futian stopped again. Turning around, he looked at the Dongqin College.
The person who spoke was Qin Li. Qian Shanmu's defeat was a great blow to the Dongqin College.
If Ye Futian left with a victory, they wouldn't be able to recover their losses no matter who they challenged.
"Since you still insist that you don't understand music, then what are you good at?" Qin Li asked.
Ye Futian defeated Qian Shanmu in music but still said that he didn't understand music. It was obviously hypocritical.
Since that was the case, he wanted to ask what Ye Futian was good at.
"What do you want to do?" Ye Futian looked at Qin Li and asked with a smile.
"Martial arts. Are you good at it?" Qin Li asked.
"I'm okay," Ye Futian replied.
"Qin Mang," Qin Li called.
Qin Li shouted. Immediately, a figure walked forward. This person was not as burly as Yu Sheng, but just by standing there, he gave off a feeling of power. His eyes were bright and full of vigor. He stared at Ye Futian like a terrifying demon beast, filled with a wild aura.
Qin Mang walked onto the platform. He was a descendant of the Qin Dynasty's royal bloodline and had five dragon meridians in his body. His martial arts talent was shocking.
He was at the peak of the Dharma Plane.
"Qin Mang, Dharma Plane, major in martial arts. I challenge you with martial arts. Do you accept?" Qin Li asked.
Everyone's eyes flashed. Many forces naturally knew about the talented juniors of the Qin Dynasty. Qin Mang was a descendant of the Qin Dynasty and had five dragon meridians in his body. His martial arts talent was superb.
Moreover, he was in the Dharma Plane. This way, the Cottage disciple Ye Futian had no reason to use ritual implements, right?
Although Ye Futian's plane was definitely lower than Qin Mang's, he was a Cottage disciple. Wasn't it normal for his plane to be lower in battle?
Qin Li wanted to use this to prove something by defeating Ye Futian with Qin Mang.
"Are you sure you want to challenge me with martial arts?" Ye Futian glanced at Qin Li.
Seeing the frivolity in Ye Futian's eyes, Qin Li frowned and said, "Of course."
Ye Futian smiled and glanced at Qin Li. Then, he walked back to the Cottage and handed the bag containing the guqin to Yu Sheng. Then, he turned and walked towards the platform.
Countless eyes followed Ye Futian. Being able to defeat Qian Shanmu with music meant that Ye Futian was a Spirit Elemental Mandate Sorcerer. However, Qin Li chose to challenge him with martial arts.
Ye Futian, who had never proven himself, what kind of attainments did he have in martial arts?
Stepping onto the platform, Ye Futian looked at Qin Mang and said, "Are you ready?"
His voice was casual and frivolous. Qin Mang stared at him and said coldly, "Yes."
As soon as he finished speaking, a wild aura was released from his body. Faint shadows of dragons appeared. Moreover, there wasn't just one dragon, but five.
In an instant, Qin Mang's aura was extremely terrifying. He activated the Imperial Dragon Spell and five dragons circled around him. Faint dragon roars could be heard.
He was already at the peak of the Dharma Plane. Now that he had opened five dragon meridians, his combat ability was definitely shocking.
At this time, a rod appeared in Ye Futian's hand. It was formed by gathering Spiritual Qi. He held it casually in his hand and an aura instantly bloomed from his body. Moreover, it was getting stronger and stronger.
"Boom!" The platform shook. Qin Mang stepped forward and the pure-blooded dragon protected him. Dragon roars could be heard and the five dragons circled around him. At this moment, Qin Mang flew into the air. He was insufferably arrogant. Behind him, a dragon dharma seemed to appear like a totem.
Ye Futian's body moved. He ran forward and flew into the air at any moment. His body danced and circled in the air. His aura grew stronger and stronger as he approached Qin Mang.
Since it was a battle of martial arts, he naturally had to fight head-on.
Roar … There seemed to be a dragon's roar that caused the air to tremble. Qin Mang brought the five dragons with him and charged at Ye Futian. Ye Futian, who was flying towards them, seemed extremely small and fragile.
However, the aura on Ye Futian's body grew stronger and stronger.
Finally, the dragon descended and attacked Ye Futian. However, his flying body stopped and the long rod in his hand slashed towards the dragons.
Nine Heavenly Attacks, Genesis Splitter.
At this moment, an incomparably huge rod shadow appeared in the sky. Everyone saw Ye Futian rush into the dragon shadow. Then, there was a loud bang.
They saw the dragon shadow split in the middle. Ye Futian's long rod hit Qin Mang's body directly.
In the next moment, Qin Mang's body flew in the direction of the Dongqin College's crowd. With a loud bang, he landed on the ground right in front of Qin Li.
Unable to withstand a single blow.
Ye Futian's figure floated down and the long rod disappeared from his hand. He glanced at Qin Li and smiled. "A genius of the Qin Dynasty is only this strong?"
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