In the courtyard, a gentle breeze brushed past, ruffling the hair on the temples of Ye Qinghan and the Qin Emperor. Ye Qinghan was old and vigorous, standing proudly like a lone willow tree. The Qin Emperor was young and tender, like a divine son who had just walked out of a painting. He was handsome, devilishly handsome, and flawless. Only his eyes made people feel pity for him.
At this moment, Qin Shihuang's five jade-like fingers were emitting a golden light. The zither birthmark kept jumping, as if it was going to leave his body. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead as he frowned.
Ye Qinghan looked at Qin Shihuang, who had a heart as pure as jade. His soul rippled without any evil. He was very satisfied and couldn't help but nod his head.
Hum …
A golden light soared into the sky. The zither kept changing until it became a real zither. The vicissitudes of the emperor's aura gushed out. The strings of the zither rose and the sound of the zither rang out like the sound of nature. It touched one's soul and rolled up Qin Shihuang's battle robe, making him look holy and pure.
The sound of the zither was elegant, as if it came from the ancient times. It purified one's soul and made Ye Qinghan feel that the True Energy was flowing in his body in an orderly manner, becoming purer and purer.
Ye Qinghan closed his eyes and listened to the sound of nature. He restrained his aura, but he looked even more majestic.
Qin Shihuang sat cross-legged. The zither under his ten fingers emitted a strong aura. Even though it had just broken through its shackles, it still had the majesty of a fifth grade combat weapon. It looked similar to the zither in his arms, but it was more majestic and domineering.
Hum …
Qin Shihuang gently plucked the strings of the zither. The sound of the zither was even more beautiful than the sound of nature. The melody was restrained and surged in the courtyard. However, outside the courtyard, there was no sound at all!
Ye Qinghan suddenly opened his eyes and looked down at Qin Shihuang, who was sitting cross-legged on the grass. He tried his best to suppress the agitation of his True Energy. Divine light flowed on the surface of his body, tempering his body and making him look even more divine.
"What a terrifying sound of the zither. It can even mobilize my True Energy! It is tempering my body and soul. Zither Immortal Crimson Demon Physique is indeed terrifying! " Ye Qinghan muttered to himself. He was even more determined to protect this child as he grew up. He could not allow bad people to take advantage of him.
The sound of the zither evoked unusual phenomena in heaven and earth. The catkins of the willows fluttered in the air, as white as snow. The fish in the stream jumped up and down, and the blue birds in the sky turned into lightning and landed beside the Qin Emperor. Hundreds of flowers danced in the air, and butterflies fluttered in the air. At the moment, the courtyard had turned into a fairyland, and the spiritual energy became extremely rich.
The Zither Song "Farewell to the Snow in the Cold Moon", an ordinary zither song, was played by the Qin Emperor with such heavenly sounds. Ye Qinghan slowly sat down, listening to the zither song and comprehending the Bitter Sea stage. He faintly touched upon the threshold of one star of the Bitter Sea stage.
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Now that Qin Ying had obtained the grade five martial technique, Flipping Cloud Palm, how could he still have the time to care about Ye Qinghan and Qin Shihuang? He wished he could start cultivating it right now, but cultivating a grade five martial technique was not that easy. First of all, a grade five martial technique was extremely difficult to comprehend. If he wasn't careful, he could suffer from cultivation deviation. Even if he had Ye Qinghan's comprehension of cultivation, it still wouldn't be enough!
Furthermore, he had to prepare a large amount of Spirit Pills and Spirit Crystals!
"Zhu Sheng, you have done a great service. I will reward you greatly. From today onwards, you will be promoted to an elder of the Spirit Treasures Pavilion with a different surname. You will be given the name of Qin Sheng!" Qin Ying gazed at Zhu Sheng and said in a low voice.
Zhu Sheng was overjoyed. He directly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to express his gratitude. In his heart, he was even more grateful to Ye Qinghan for allowing him to reach the heavens in a single step.
"Qin Sheng, you will personally bring people to the Qin family in the Qing Prefecture. Tell them to sell their Spirit Pills and weapons, and buy grade four Spirit Pills and high grade Spirit Crystals. The more the better!" Qin Ying was incomparably dignified. His aura was even stronger than before. Perhaps the grade five martial technique had given him a new lease of life.
"Yes! Lord Pavilion, I am willing to be a servant of the Qin family and pledge my loyalty to you till death! "Zhu Sheng was ecstatic as he kowtowed and said.
"Hmm, regarding the matter of Ye Qinghan, you've done well. When my Qin Clan unifies Owlfall Star, you'll definitely be at the top of the world. Don't disappoint me!" Qin Ying held a wooden club in one hand and a piece of candy in the other. Zhu Sheng was both shocked and excited.
Zhu Sheng retreated and Qin Ying personally guarded the Spirit Treasures Pavilion. Some Grotto Heaven Realm experts had already received the news and came to visit.
A large number of experts had gathered in the Flaming Cloud City. There were countless Bitter Sea Realm experts. The heroes of the younger generation had all arrived. The top ten talents of the Owl Falling Star had all arrived!
Ranked tenth was the eldest son of the Qin family, Qin Haoran. He had mastered the Haoran Sword Art and his cultivation was close to the fourth level of the Bitter Sea Realm.
Ranked ninth was the top assassin of the younger generation of the Blood Fiends, Ying Feng. His target was definitely not the auction, but Ye Qinghan.
At this moment, Ying Feng was dressed in black and was incomparably handsome. He took advantage of the crowd to blend into the Flaming Cloud City and quickly disappeared.
Ranked eighth was Xian Wuyu. However, since he had obtained the grade five True Spirit Dao Wings, his ranking was likely to jump to the top three.
Ranked seventh was Lou Aotian, the crown prince of Ancient Loulan.
Ranked sixth was Tang Chu, the son of the governor of the State Capital of Qing. His cultivation far surpassed those of the same level. His target this time was likely to be Ye Qinghan as well because he had a good relationship with the ranked ninth Ying Feng.
Ranked fifth was Di Kong. His origin was unknown and his cultivation technique was unknown. However, ever since he appeared, he had fought over three hundred battles without a single defeat. No one could withstand more than ten moves from him. The Divine Emperor Battle Heaven Halberd in his hand was invincible.
Di Kong's personality was cold and unruly. He was a loner and no one could find out his background. He was extremely low-key on the Owl Falling Star.
Ranked fourth was loose cultivator Su Fan. He was extremely famous on the Owl Falling Star. His luck was not bad and he obtained an ancient giant sword. The sword art he cultivated was an ancient secret technique, the Broken World Sword Art. Its grade was unknown.
The top three people were all super experts of the younger generation who were rarely seen. Their cultivation had already broken through to the seventh level of the Bitter Sea Realm and above!
Ranked third was Zhao Wuji. He was also a loose cultivator. Ranked second was the Owl Falling Star King, Wang Shizhi. Ranked first was the Ancient Sword King, Ling Chen.
Ling Chen and Wang Shizhi had both obtained the title of King. Their cultivation far surpassed those of the same level. They were at the ninth level of the Bitter Sea Realm and had already become famous five years ago. However, they had never fought with the other elites of the Owl Falling Star. Therefore, it was unknown who was stronger and who was weaker among the top ten experts.
No one would have thought that an auction would attract all of them. However, as soon as they entered the Flaming Cloud City, they quickly concealed themselves and did not alert anyone.
Ying Feng seemed to know everything. He headed straight for the guest area of the Spirit Treasures Pavilion and the courtyard where Ye Qinghan was.
After the Qin Emperor finished his song, he floated up and stood respectfully to one side. He opened his palm and the zither mark returned to his palm, as if it had never escaped.
Ye Qinghan nodded his head slightly. He stretched out his hand and opened the Qin Emperor's eyelids again. He discovered that the zither shadow in his eyes had become even more substantial, blocking the light in the Qin Emperor's eyes.
"Master, can my eyes still see?" The Qin Emperor raised his head and looked expectantly at Ye Qinghan. How he wished to obtain an affirmative answer.
"The zither shadow in your eyes will affect your nerves. Seal your vision. Next time when you cultivate, remember to sense the zither shadow and see if there will be any changes. Then tell me," Ye Qinghan said with a frown.
The Qin Emperor's situation had never been recorded in history. The [Zither Immortal Scarlet Demon] had only appeared twice in the countless years of human history. There were only a few words about them, but it was never mentioned that the [Zither Immortal Scarlet Demon] was blind from birth.
"Yes, Master," the Qin Emperor said while hugging his zither.
"You go back to the house first. There are guests here, I will entertain them alone," Ye Qinghan said indifferently as he cast a glance at the mountain range in the distance.
The Qin Emperor did not hesitate. Right now, he did not have much battle strength. If he stayed here, he would only implicate Ye Qinghan.
Ye Qinghan took out the Heavy Wild Blade and stood there proudly, gazing at the end of the mountain range. His eyes were like torches, capable of capturing people's souls.
"Since you are here, why don't you come to my house and have a seat? I will treat you with tea." Ye Qinghan's deep voice traveled through time and space to the distance.
Ying Feng held the powerful Third Grade Blood Thorn in his hand and stood in the distance, looking at Ye Qinghan from across the mountain range. He did not expect that he would still fail to evade Ye Qinghan's spiritual awareness.
Ye Qinghan's spiritual awareness had recovered to about thirty percent. As long as someone appeared within three miles of him, they would not be able to evade his spiritual awareness. Of course, the Qin Emperor's monstrous physique was an exception.
"You are indeed powerful. No wonder Xue Sha failed to capture you time and time again."
He was ranked ninth among the young generation on the entire Owl Falling Star. Ying Feng's figure shot out and arrived at the reception area. He stood in front of Ye Qinghan without alerting the guards of the Spirit Treasures Hall. They looked at each other in the eyes.
Ye Qinghan clenched his Heavy Berserk Blade, not underestimating Ying Feng. To be able to be ranked in the top ten of the young generation, he was definitely not weak. Even if Ying Feng did not rely on concealment, he would still be able to injure him.
"You are Ying Feng? The king of assassins of the young generation of Xue Sha, ranked ninth on the elite list of Owl Falling Star? "Ye Qinghan asked in a hoarse voice.
"That's right, Ye Qinghan. I did not expect you to know me." The blood thorn in Ying Feng's hand trembled, his killing intent dense. The grass under his feet instantly withered.
"It seems that the ranking and information on the elite list is not accurate. Your cultivation should be at the five stars of the Bitter Sea stage!" Ye Qinghan looked at Ying Feng's black robe fluttering, his face full of killing intent. His battle strength was absolutely tyrannical. He could not help but raise his evaluation of him.
"Aren't you the same? Some information is not accurate. Like me, I never believed that you were at the Blood Ignition Realm, and also did not believe that you were purely at the one star of the Bitter Sea stage. But in the end, you are still my stepping stone. "Ying Feng said proudly, an invincible aura bursting out. He absolutely had the potential to be crowned king.
Ying Feng's words represented that the two were opponents, enemies. The aura of the two rose at the same time, wanting to borrow the momentum to suppress the other.
Ye Qinghan's eyes were filled with disdain, the corners of his mouth slightly rising. He lightly took a step forward, his aura instantly rising, as if he was an invincible god of war. Any enemy would be suppressed.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
The wind whistled, causing their battle robes to flutter. The killing intent condensed into a substance. The two could borrow the momentum to suppress the other, neither of them backing down. The grass between them withered, hundreds of birds flew away, and flowers danced in the wind, blocking their line of sight.
"Stepping stone?" Ye Qinghan sneered, both hands clenching the Heavy Berserk Blade. His eyes blurred, shooting out a murderous intent.
"That's right! I want to see if you can block my killing blow! "
Ying Feng said arrogantly. The blood thorn became even more dazzling under the sunlight. The sword light directly pierced into Ye Qinghan's eyes. The moment Ye Qinghan closed his eyes, his body was like a sword rainbow, transforming into an arrow that shot towards Ye Qinghan's throat.
Hum... Xiu — —
The blood thorn broke through the air, leaving behind an afterimage. It instantly surrounded Ye Qinghan. The grass was shattered by the sword qi, and everything in front of Ying Feng was like rotten wood that could not withstand a single blow.
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