Xuan Xiu bowed as he reminded Xia Jiulong. Xia Jiulong's eyes flashed.
Xia Jiulong didn't want Ye Qinghan to live for even a day. Perhaps it was because he was wary of him from the bottom of his heart. He felt that Ye Qinghan was a danger that could threaten his future fate and opportunities.
Xia Jiulong narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself, "The Dark Walker hasn't appeared for many years. I might not be able to find him. Tomorrow night, I'll make the first move. If there's no other way, I'll find him. Ye Qinghan can't stay for long. He'll be a disaster sooner or later."
"First, I congratulate Your Highness on your success," said Xuan Xiu with a bow.
Hum —
Xia Jiulong slowly pulled the dagger out of the stone table. His eyes were filled with killing intent as he muttered, "Without Fanyin's protection, you're just a piece of trash. For me to personally take action, your death can be considered honorable."
The originally peaceful atmosphere stirred up the undercurrents. However, the hidden killing intent was dispersed by the joyous atmosphere, making it even more difficult to figure out.
…
That night, Ye Qinghan closed his eyes and rested until dawn. Only then did he play the flute again. He controlled the melodious sound of the flute, sometimes murderous, sometimes pleasant. At this moment, the people in the valley no longer thought that Ye Qinghan was trampling on their ears. Instead, it was the sound of the flute that contained profound laws.
Sunlight shone on the surface of the lake, making it sparkle. The fish were very intelligent. They rushed out of the water with the sound of the flute and slid down in a perfect arc.
Ye Qinghan walked out of the cave and tried to use the sound of the flute to control all things, including any intelligent matter. The ancient trees swayed in the wind, their withered branches trembling. Their ancient roots were almost uprooted from the ground.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh —
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The sound of the flute was loud. The large fish at the bottom of the lake soared into the sky, wanting to compete with the sky.
Hum —
The sound of the flute was filled with killing intent. When it reached the bottom of the lake, the fish in the water actually started killing each other. The more they killed, the fiercer they became. The murderous intent in the sound of the flute was like a whispering cold wind that made one's hair stand on end.
The surface of the lake was dyed red with blood, and the sound of the flute stopped abruptly. Then, the sound of the flute changed abruptly, making people feel as if they were bathing in the spring breeze. The fish at the bottom of the lake no longer killed each other. Instead, they licked each other's wounds, becoming exceptionally harmonious.
In the valley, the eyes of the twenty-odd people had turned red. They were on the verge of killing each other, but after hearing the sound of the flute, they calmed down. Fortunately, Ye Qinghan was not targeting them. He was only experimenting with the fish in the lake. Otherwise, this group of people would definitely have killed each other.
"So the sound of the flute can control souls … The weaker the enemy's soul, the easier it is to control them." Ye Qinghan put away the flute and thought to himself.
This was a spiritual artifact that Eternal Sovereigns had sacrificed their souls to for countless years, so its power was bound to be far greater than this. If one wanted to display its greatest power, they would have to accumulate experience over many years. It might take 30 to 50 years, 300 to 500 years, or even a thousand years.
Ye Qinghan wasn't in a hurry. He put away the green bamboo flute and prepared to return to the valley, but the little girl ran over to pick up the dead fish.
"Don't eat these dead fish. The evil aura they exuded before they died is too strong. They are filled with killing aura and lack spirituality. Eating them won't benefit you at all," Ye Qinghan reminded indifferently.
The little girl curled her lips and retracted her hand. She made a face at Ye Qinghan before running back to the valley.
Ye Qinghan smiled and followed into the valley.
"Let's enter the city to eat something and buy some pills. I don't have any pills on me now," Ye Qinghan said to Gu Qingyu and company.
"Let's go. I'll be the host. No one is more familiar with Holy City than me," said Sword Thirteen with a smile.
Ye Qinghan smiled and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Thirteen."
The five quickly set up a formation in the cave and sped into the city.
There was a sea of people in the city. Most of them had come on a pilgrimage, hoping to be touched by some fortune. They were all smiles and completely unguarded. They didn't look like they were roaming the jianghu, but more like they were looking for treasures.
Everyone knew that this was a joyous occasion for the Eternal Sword Dao Sacred Land. Anyone who dared to make a move here, even a holy son of the sacred land, would be pulled down!
Sword Thirteen led Ye Qinghan and the others through the crowd. However, they still couldn't squeeze into a restaurant even after passing through a dozen or so restaurants. The line stretched all the way to the entrance.
"Looks like you guys won't have the luck to eat," Sword Thirteen shrugged and mocked himself.
Ye Qinghan and the others didn't mind. They found a restaurant outside and casually ate some mundane food. It was a different kind of flavor.
Just as the five of them were eating and chatting, a cold wind suddenly appeared behind them. The killing intent was so condensed that it was tangible. This aura had only appeared on Yan Yunbei before. However, the strength of this aura was obviously stronger than Yan Yunbei's.
Ye Qinghan immediately turned to look behind him and saw a person dressed in black with a black cloth on his head. He was about 1.78 meters tall and thin. It was hard to tell if he was a man or a woman. His entire body was wrapped like a shroud, giving off a sense of fatal threat.
Ye Qinghan couldn't help but clench his fists, not daring to relax in the slightest.
"Who is he?" Ye Qinghan looked at Sword Thirteen and secretly transmitted his voice.
A trace of doubt appeared in Sword Thirteen's eyes. He murmured, "He could be a Dark Walker. However, this person never walks in the day. No one knows his true identity, so I'm not sure."
"Which faction is he from? He can't be one of Xia Jiulong's subordinates, can he? "Ye Qinghan frowned and asked.
Sword Thirteen immediately replied, "Don't worry. The Dark Walker is a lone wolf. I don't know his inheritance, but he's definitely not one of the Nine Dragons Crown Prince's men."
Ye Qinghan heaved a sigh of relief. If he were to be stared at by such a person, he would probably not be able to sleep or eat in peace.
Only the experts noticed this black-clothed man. The others walked past him as if nothing had happened. They didn't feel anything at all.
The black-clothed man calmly passed by the five of them. He only glanced at Ye Qinghan and the others indifferently. Then, he quickly walked into the depths. His footsteps seemed slow, but in fact, he appeared 100 meters away in three breaths.
"He's going to the Sword Dao Sect," Sword Thirteen said hesitantly.
Ye Qinghan suddenly recalled the words that the Chess Supreme had transmitted to him. He threw the things in his hands onto the table and said, "Pay the bill."
After paying the bill, Ye Qinghan quickly followed and said to Sword Thirteen, "Let's go to the Sword Dao Sect. I want to visit the Chess Supreme."
Sword Thirteen hurriedly reminded him, "Brother, it's not that I don't want to take you there, but Uncle-Master Chess Supreme has already gone into seclusion and won't see anyone. If you want to see him, you'll probably have to wait until the ceremony."
Ye Qinghan smiled and said, "I'm not shamelessly asking to see him. I'm going to meet him on his orders."
Only then did Sword Thirteen lead the four of them and rush towards the Sword Dao Sect.
Half a day later, at the foot of the Sword Dao Sect, the five of them slowed down and walked towards the Sacred Chess Peak.
The Sacred Chess Peak was peaceful. Until now, it was bathed in holy light and shrouded in the mysteries of the Great Dao. It was a blessing to take a look at it. Many young talents were comprehending the Great Dao at the foot of the mountain. Even Xia Jiulong was sitting in the distance, comprehending the supreme Dao techniques of the world.
Ye Qinghan came to meet the Chess Supreme by imperial decree. No one stopped him and he climbed all the way to the top of the Sacred Chess Peak. The entire mountain top was cut off, and a huge temple sat on the mountain top.
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