Ye Futian looked at Lian Yuqing. Three years ago, when he entered the Law Rank, Lian Yuqing was extremely arrogant. After he defeated Yun Feng, Lian Yuqing injured him with music.
This was the beginning of the conflict between the two. Later, during the sparring session at the end of the year, Ye Futian invited him to listen to the Ukiyo Song and beat him with music.
That day, when he entered the Guqin Valley, he saw that Lian Yuqing had followed him in, wanting to barge into the ruins of Liu Kuangsheng, yet he was powerless to do so. Qin Wentian could feel Lian Yuqing's sorrow that day. A genius of a generation was suppressed by him, it was only natural that he felt terrible.
In these two years, Lian Yuqing seemed to have been focused on cultivation.
However, this time, when he returned from Alchemy City and took first place on the Law Rank, Lian Yuqing jumped out again. Jieyu was a bit unhappy. Lian Yuqing had publicly announced before Sage Daozang that the Law Rank had become so casual.
Their grudge should have been over, but clearly, Lian Yuqing had not let it go.
Smiling, Ye Futian said, "I'll fulfill your wish."
Everyone's eyes flashed when they heard Ye Futian's words. Would they be able to witness another exciting guqin battle?
Moreover, this time was different from two years ago. Now, Ye Futian was first on the Law Rank and Lian Yuqing was fifth. Their guqin battle would be a battle between the top nobles of musical sorcery in the Holy Zhi Palace.
"Ukiyo Song." Many people missed the Ukiyo Song, one of the top ten songs. It was the will of an emperor.
Seeing that Ye Futian accepted the challenge, Lian Yuqing smiled faintly and said, "In that case, let me experience the Ukiyo Song again."
Ye Futian stood up. Yu Sheng retreated to the edge of the Battle Sage Palace and stood quietly behind Ye Futian.
There, Ye Futian looked down at Lian Yuqing. The Ukiyo Song?
He smiled and said, "Back then, when I was a Grade Eight Noble, I played the Ukiyo Song to prove myself in the battle of guqin. Today, you are no longer worthy of listening to it."
"…" Everyone was just thinking that they would be able to hear a famous song, but when Ye Futian's voice fell, their gazes immediately froze and they looked at the figure in the void in shock.
This was really a slap in the face.
They looked at Lian Yuqing. As expected, Lian Yuqing's expression was ugly. Ye Futian had humiliated him in front of everyone.
However, this seemed to be Ye Futian. Just like what he had said, he never needed to prove anything to those who doubted him.
He was now number one on the Law Rank. Even though Lian Yuqing had challenged him, he still declared arrogantly that Lian Yuqing was no longer worthy of listening to the Ukiyo song.
"I will hear you." Then, the Guqin Spirit appeared. He sat down cross-legged and slowly rose up into the air. His entire aura seemed to have changed.
Ye Futian did not move. He sat down at the edge of the Battle Sage Palace. His Guqin Spirit appeared and he seemed to be playing on the edge of the cliff. Everyone who saw this felt that it was very artistic.
Ye Futian, in particular, had an outstanding temperament and a handsome face. His elegant figure made many people sigh in their hearts. He was such a distinguished person with unparalleled talent. No wonder he had so many beauties around him.
When Xiang Zhiqin saw Ye Futian's figure, she recalled the time when she questioned Hua Jieyu's judgment. Hua Jieyu's response to her, she would understand.
Now, she seemed to understand.
"Two years ago, during the sparring session, after the Ukiyo song, I comprehended a new song," said Lian Yuqing. As his voice landed, his white fingers plucked the strings.
When the sound of the guqin rang out, everyone did not hear a pleasant tune. On the contrary, when the sound was heard, it felt oppressive and dull.
The sun shone down, and the sky was clear. The weather was good, but when they heard the song, an artistic conception was born. Darkness enveloped the world, and pitch-black clouds swept over, drowning the space. The oppressive sound of the guqin made the entire space feel oppressive.
Many disciples of the Daozang Palace turned to look at Lian Yuqing. Was this the song that Brother Lian played?
Lian Yuqing had often played the guqin in the Daozang Palace, but they had never heard this song before. In fact, they had never even heard a song of this style.
In the past, the music that Lian Yuqing played gave people a very comfortable feeling, like a spring breeze. Even the musical sorcery had a light and bright rhythm. However, this song was clearly different from before. It seemed to be of a dark style.
Was this because of the sparring session two years ago?
While Lian Yuqing was playing, Ye Futian's fingers plucked the strings of the guqin as well. Clear and bright music rang out, giving off a sense of majesty and unparalleled madness. It was as if the audience was instantly brought into the artistic conception of his music. That artistic conception was madness. It was as if, at that moment, he was high and mighty, and everyone had to bow and worship him just by sitting there.
Dark clouds covered the sky, and darkness covered the land. All the Spiritual Qi in the world seemed to be suppressed, and Ye Futian's music seemed to be suppressed as well. In that dark space, there seemed to be only one kind of music.
Dark spears seemed to appear in that terrifying artistic conception, as well as terrifying dark lightning power. They raged above Ye Futian's head in a frenzy. The swirling dark clouds turned into dark demonic dragons. It was like a scene from the end of the world, destroying everything in its path.
"What oppressive music. This dark artistic conception seems to have been born for destruction." Many disciples of the Holy Zhi Palace sealed off their six senses, but even so, they were still affected. They felt the artistic conception and seemed to be able to feel the suppressed anger in Lian Yuqing's heart. It was as if all of it had been melded into the song.
The battle two years ago actually had such a great impact on him?
Ye Futian naturally felt how terrifying Lian Yuqing's music was. The music went into a rhythm right from the beginning. It was oppressive and oppressive, wanting to crush and destroy him. Furthermore, the music made people feel very frustrated and frustrated. It was able to affect the spiritual will of others, making it impossible for them to focus on playing and destroying the artistic conception of the song.
Ye Futian guarded his mind and continued to play according to his own rhythm, unaffected by the attacks. The Spiritual Qi around him whistled, and the arrogant artistic conception was still there. The space around him seemed to have solidified, and the attacks that tried to invade him were all blocked. He continued to play, and the speed at which his fingers plucked the strings became faster. The artistic conception also gradually grew stronger. Everyone had the illusion that there was an invisible aura around Ye Futian at this moment. It was holy, majestic, and made people want to kneel and worship him.
His music was extremely penetrating and infectious. When the artistic conception entered their minds, they actually did not dare to think of fighting against Ye Futian. It was a strange feeling.
"Nine-fingered Guqin Devil." Some powerful Nobles stared at Ye Futian. Nine-fingered Guqin Devil Liu Kuangsheng's music was known for its arrogance. It could steal people's minds and enchant them. It was an extremely terrifying song.
The song they were listening to right now might have been played by Nine-fingered Guqin Devil Liu Kuangsheng, a member of the Barren Sky Ranking of the previous generation.
The two of them continued to play quietly. The two artistic conceptions grew stronger and stronger. The defensive intent power around Ye Futian's body also seemed to be destroyed. Lian Yuqing's song had terrifying destructive power. It could even break the Spiritual Qi in the world and destroy one's spiritual will. This made Ye Futian feel that after the sparring session, Lian Yuqing had deliberately created this song to counter the Ukiyo song.
The Ukiyo song was known to be able to block all spells. The song that Lian Yuqing was playing now was also destructive, destructive, and oppressive. It made people mad and unable to control themselves. When faced with such a song, unless one's will was strong enough, it was impossible to play a song with such a powerful artistic conception.
"I can't take it anymore," someone below said. He felt that his spiritual will was about to be destroyed, and he wanted to release himself.
"What kind of song is this?" Even Xu Que felt extremely uncomfortable. He guarded his will tightly, but he still had the urge to draw his sword and kill.
Xu Que was a Grade Two Noble with extraordinary talent. If even he could not bear it, one could only imagine the situation below. More and more people left the space, and the way they looked at Lian Yuqing changed.
Ye Futian was still playing. A terrifying spiritual storm seemed to gather around him, growing stronger and stronger. At the edge of the cliff, the white-robed figure seemed to be bathed in endless light. He allowed the destructive intent power that rushed into his mind to wreak havoc, but he did not move. The artistic conception in his song grew stronger, so much so that the spiritual will attacking him seemed to be melded into the artistic conception of his song.
Not only that, but some of the weaker cultivators no longer looked at Ye Futian with admiration in their eyes. Instead, they looked a little lost. In their eyes, Ye Futian was like a god. They felt as if their spiritual wills had been infected and integrated into Ye Futian's musical will.
Lian Yuqing wanted to destroy and destroy, but Ye Futian wanted to control. Many of the Holy Zhi Palace's geniuses were in great pain. This battle was completely different from two years ago.
In the musical battlefield, Lian Yuqing still seemed to have the upper hand, but in reality, the artistic conception of Ye Futian's song was constantly expanding. The artistic conception grew stronger and stronger, and the light that bathed him became more and more dazzling. The vast world seemed to be resonating with Ye Futian's music.
Lian Yuqing's expression gradually turned ugly. He could, of course, feel that Ye Futian's level was not as high as his, and his spiritual will was obviously weaker, so he had been on the defensive. But as time passed, the artistic conception of Ye Futian's music continued to grow stronger, and his song was being countered. This was the essence of musical sorcery, the artistic conception.
Not only that, Lian Yuqing also felt that something even more terrifying was happening. His spiritual will was being affected bit by bit, and it was being eroded by Ye Futian's artistic conception.
I don't believe it! Lian Yuqing shouted in his heart. He played madly, as if he had given up on himself and completely melded into the song, attacking Ye Futian crazily.
His music penetrated everything, wreaking havoc in Ye Futian's spiritual will, and he gradually lost himself. He felt that his spiritual will was being eroded, and he continued to lose himself.
Time passed, and Lian Yuqing was still playing. Other than the sound of the guqin, there was no other sound in the vast space, but Lian Yuqing's movements seemed to have lost their previous spirituality. He was not the only one. Those who were listening to the music around him seemed to have become lost as well. Only those with high levels of training were still able to see what was going on.
They sensed that a terrifying spiritual storm had engulfed the entire space. Ye Futian sat on the edge of the cliff, looking as elegant as ever as he played the guqin quietly. However, in the eyes of many, he did not look like a disciple of the Holy Zhi Palace at that moment, but more like a god.
"Broken string." Ye Futian lowered his head and said calmly, playing the guqin. Lian Yuqing pulled his finger as soon as he finished, and a crisp sound was heard. The string broke. He grunted and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but it was as if he did not feel anything at all. It was as if Ye Futian's words were an order.
"From today onwards, you are not allowed to touch the guqin in front of me. You are not worthy, "Ye Futian said plainly as he raised his head. His fingers trembled as soon as he finished. Music reverberated, and the artistic conception dissipated.
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