Chapter 1351: Qin Sound Devours the Heart

Zhangqing, I have started.

Having decided on the tune, Qiu Baiyi said with a slightly flushed face; hearing this, Ye Zhangqing nodded warily.

Okay, Valley Master, please.

I kept thinking that playing the qin should be fine, and besides, they were seven or eight meters apart, so there shouldn't be any danger.

Thinking thus, a melodious qin sound came; the qin tone was clear and gentle, as if a maiden were softly recounting a sweet love story in your ear.

In the story, the boy and girl went from meeting, to understanding, to falling in love.

In spring, they together beheld the mountains blanketed with flowers, a valley full of vitality; the breeze brushed their cheeks, and as their eyes met, both were filled with a deep, inseparable love.

In winter, they both had their hair turned white by the snow, as if they had walked together to white-haired old age.

The boy gently brushed the snow from the girl's hair; the girl giggled cutely.

"Does this snow not look like our white-haired selves?"

"Yes."

The boy smiled and nodded; in the snow, the two embraced tightly, feeling each other's heartbeat, and the sky-full of snow could not extinguish their mutual affection.

Unconsciously, Ye Zhangqing slowly became entranced, as if he himself were that boy; as for that girl...................

Anyway, a faint sweetness slowly flowed in the heart; this sweetness was not so tumultuous, yet like a trickling stream, it constantly warmed your heart's field.

As if a ray of sunshine poured down within the inner world, tearing apart all darkness.

The mind gradually emptied, and the corners of the mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.

Ye Zhangqing completely failed to notice his own change, or rather, at this moment his whole heart had already been immersed in this wonderful, warm qin sound.

His vision was filled with the sweet environment created by the qin sound.

But just as the qin sound continued, upon reaching the middle of the piece, the feeling changed.

The boy and girl, having met in youth, together swore an oath of sea and mountain, determined that no matter what happened they would never part, companions for life.

But as they grew older, the two successively embarked on the path of cultivation.

The girl was found to possess extraordinary talent, and a great sect took her in as a disciple, painstakingly cultivating her.

As for the boy, with ordinary talent, he could only join an ordinary sect, becoming an ordinary disciple, just like the myriad of common folk.

The girl's extraordinary talent shone brilliantly, attracting countless gazes.

And the boy, utterly ordinary, had no difference compared to the myriad of common folk; his ordinariness could not be more ordinary.

The distance between them kept widening, so much so that later, the boy wanting to see the girl even once became extremely difficult.

Clearly they were two people who loved each other, yet now even seeing each other's face once had become a luxury.

The girl was busy cultivating, busy breaking through; above she had the guidance of her Shīzūn, below she had the admiration of many junior fellow disciples.

Moreover, even when they met, the boy could feel the estrangement between them.

Originally they had together watched spring's myriad flowers contending in beauty, and winter's snow white as jade; but now, even if their four eyes met, it was only mutual silence.

Even with their ten fingers intertwined, they still could not feel much warmth.

The sentence the girl most often said to him was: she was going into closed-door cultivation, she was going out for tempering, she was going to a certain secret realm.

Even if the boy offered to accompany her, the girl refused, reasoning that his cultivation was too low; going would not help her at all, and would even put him in danger.

Feelings gradually changed; although the girl continually provided him with cultivation resources, she still held him in her heart.

But the boy slowly realized that some things, once changed, stay changed.

And the root of all this lay in the ever-widening gap between them.

The girl was like the sun and moon above the nine heavens, while he was but dust, humble as the mortal world.

How could someone like him possibly have the qualification to reach the nine heavens and grasp the moon?

Even the people around them said, the boy is not worthy of the girl; how could a mundane bird fly alongside a phoenix?

"It's fine; no matter what you become, we'll stay together. Once I achieve success in cultivation, no one will dare speak of us."

"I know, but........ but............"

"Good, don't think wildly; I will enter closed-door cultivation tomorrow. After emerging and breaking through, I will be able to ascend to Holy Maiden, and then you can join the Holy Land."

"I................"

The boy poured out his bitterness; the girl soothed him gently, but such comfort, heard by the boy, brought not a hint of warmth.

The promise once made—can I truly fulfill it for her? What she needs, can I accomplish?

The girl entered closed-door cultivation; the boy left, dispirited and listless.

In reality, upon hearing this, Ye Zhangqing's eyes became dull and vacant, his eyes full of deep sorrow and bewilderment.

Just like that boy, he did not know where the road ahead should lead.

As for Qiu Baiyi, by now she had long sunk into a selfless state; she only wished to convey her feelings to Ye Zhangqing through the qin sound, so she did not at all notice his change.

Even during the performance, she unconsciously employed the power of law without realizing it.

If Qiu Baiyi at this moment could notice Ye Zhangqing's condition, she would see at a glance that he had fallen into the qin's illusion, his heart devoured by the qin sound.

The way of sound inherently has a great influence on the mind and spirit.

Even compared to bodily harm, the way of sound fundamentally targets the human mind and spirit.

Through sound, one can unknowingly draw a person into illusion, sinking in the fantasy, unable to extricate oneself.

The present Ye Zhangqing is exactly such a state.

Facing Qiu Baiyi's Emperor Sovereign Realm cultivation, Ye Zhangqing had little resistance; unknowingly he became immersed.

The qin sound continued, and Ye Zhangqing remained immersed.

After the girl entered closed-door cultivation, the boy returned to his own sect, but his whole person became even more gloomy.

And facing the gossip of those around him, the boy finally could bear it no longer.

He clashed with his fellow sect brothers in a brawl, ultimately inflicting heavy injury upon them.

The Sect was furious, but out of consideration for the girl's face, they merely expelled the boy from the Sect.

After leaving the Sect, the boy became even more confused about the future, wondering if someone like him could still be worthy of him.

Perhaps letting go is the best choice.

Just when the boy was lost and helpless, he met a person, a great demonic path master.

This person told the boy, the demonic path doesn't care about talent; as long as you are willing, as long as you dare, you can become strong.

Can I also become strong? Stronger than her?

Of course, by then you and she will stand proudly in the world, and who would dare say you are not worthy of her? You will promise her everything, and you can give her everything in this world— isn't that what you want?

Come, the demonic path can fulfill you, letting you and her never be parted, letting you truly stand by her side.

That demonic path master spoke slowly, his voice seeming to possess magic, gradually stirring the boy's heart.