Chapter 669: Innate Musician's Holy Body

Just as Feng Yanrong was about to give Xuanqing Daozhang a detailed account of how she had come into contact with the Paper Person that killed the Zhu Xing Guard Team outside Liangshui Town.

At the same time she was ready to watch for any change in Xuanqing Daozhang's expression, not even overlooking Liu Dongzhu nearby; given Xuanqing Daozhang's age, he might remain unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, but Liu Dongzhu might show some cracks.

After all, Liu Dongzhu is not old—only in her twenties—unlike those old foxes who can be called out on a flaw and remain unfazed.

Just.

Before Feng Yanrong could finish speaking, the sound of the flute in her ears changed; it wasn't being played by anyone—Wang Ping'an had switched the melody.

Wang Ping'an continued to play Sad Music, and it was puzzling how someone—still a child of perhaps one or two years old who hadn't even understood anything, let alone formally studied music—could produce Sad Music on a Jade Flute.

This alone shows Wang Ping'an's innate talent for music; he is literally a born prodigy, a seed for the Musician Path.

Wang Ping'an still used the Jade Flute to play Sad Music, yet this Sad Music differed greatly from the earlier piece; frankly, every facet of the current Sad Music seemed to cling to the previous Sad Music.

It was the difference between an apprentice and a master—a world apart.

The next moment.

Feng Yanrong felt her vision flash, as if she were inside an ordinary household; faintly she could see a frail, withered old man lying on a sickbed, looking weak and breathless, surrounded at the bedside by a crowd of young and old who wept silently while listening to the old man's instructions.

They were all words urging the descendants to live well and not mourn his passing.

Soon.

Before the old man could finish the words at the tip of his mouth, his body on the bed went lifeless, departing this world without completing his instructions; the previously silent weeping of the young and old in the room erupted into wailing.

After that.

They cleaned the corpse and tidied the appearance.

Time slipped by unnoticed, and Feng Yanrong seemed to have fully participated in an ordinary family's funeral; at some point a tear fell from her eye. With her abilities she could easily shatter this 'illusion,' yet she did not, instead experiencing the funeral in its entirety.

After this funeral, she vaguely realized that she had gained new insights into many pieces, making rapid, breakthrough progress.

Feng Yanrong took a deep breath and exhaled a heavy gust of foul air, not wiping away the tears in her eyes and letting them fall; peripherally she glanced around—Liu Dongzhu was weeping like rain, as if recalling something sorrowful, while Xuanqing Daozhang did not cry, though a glimmer of tears still flickered in his eyes.

Finally.

Feng Yanrong's gaze fell on Wang Ping'an, who was still playing, and on his face and eyes there was an unmistakable expression of fondness.

Earlier.

Based on Wang Ping'an's displayed abilities, she thought he was a natural seed for the Musician Path, but after earlier events, even she fell into the illusion generated by his Sad Music, and clearly realized that Wang Ping'an's musical talent was far more terrifying than she had imagined.

This is truly a born Musician Path holy body!

With such a fine seed, if she didn't bring him back to Leshan Sect Sect Sect Sect Sect, not even her master, she herself wouldn't be able to forgive herself. At this moment.

Feng Yanrong no longer had the inclination to continue discussing the ambush outside Liangshui Town with Xuanqing Daozhang; she had originally intended to use that matter to pressure Xuanqing Daozhang and later bring up Wang Ping'an's change of affiliation, but now it seemed unnecessary, and she impatiently said:

"Kumu Daozhang, you know how formidable we Leshan Sect Sect Sect Sect Sect are!"

"What, you want to use the name of Leshan Sect Sect Sect Sect Sect to pressure me into admitting that I was the one who ambushed Zhu Xing outside Liangshui Town?"

Xuanqing Daozhang let out a cold snort, and upon hearing Feng Yanrong's words, quickly snapped out of Wang Ping'an's Sad Music, staring coldly at her with a face full of sarcasm.

To be honest.

Learning from Feng Yanrong that Zhu Xing was ambushed outside Liangshui Town, he was surprised yet not shocked; even though his knowledge of Zhu Xing came only from others' words, he clearly knew that Zhu Xing, that brute, was a dog that committed every possible evil.

Within Daxia, it is inevitable that there are chivalrous swordsmen who draw their blades to right wrongs, such as the famed Great Sword Hero Dong Qing; for people like that, knowing Zhu Xing's past misdeeds and ambushing him is commonplace.

It is perfectly normal for Feng Yanrong to suspect him, since he had recently clashed with Zhu Xing and many of Zhu Xing's subordinates had perished at his hands; yet Feng Yanrong should also consider, if he had the courage to kill Zhu Xing's subordinates, why didn't he have the courage to kill Zhu Xing himself?

Why does he have to wait until Zhu Xing leaves Liangshui Town before daring to ambush him? Does that mean he lacks the courage to kill Zhu Xing while he is in Liangshui Town?

"Kumu Daozhang, to be frank, I suspect you of the ambush on Zhu Xing outside Liangshui Town, but without evidence I won't speak recklessly, nor will I use the name of Leshan Sect Sect Sect Sect Sect to pressure you!"

At this point, Feng Yanrong's words paused, and she looked calmly at Xuanqing Daozhang; were it not for her concern over his relationship with Wang Ping'an, she wouldn't have taken the opportunity to reprimand Xuanqing Daozhang or cause him trouble. She is a woman, but not a petty one; she could still deliver a few sarcastic remarks, saying:

"What I want to say is, with your abilities, Kumu Daozhang, can't you see that your disciple is a natural seed for the Musician Path?"

"Indeed, my efforts have not been in vain!"

Upon hearing Feng Yanrong's words, Wang Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief internally; earlier he had intensified his Sad Music and seized Feng Yanrong's Jade Flute, playing Sad Music before her as a ploy to use himself as bait, drawing her focus entirely onto him so she wouldn't think about the ambush outside Liangshui Town.

This novel, you...

How could one know.

Feng Yanrong, that woman, is unreasonable; his first performance before her was ignored, and she even intended to continue discussing the ambush outside Liangshui Town.

There is no way.

He can only keep performing in front of Feng Yanrong, and must increase his effort.

Sure enough.

His performance was not in vain!

Fortunately…

Wang Ping'an seemed to think of something; while no one was watching, he glanced secretly at his master, and seeing his master without a hint of surprise, he also let out a sigh of relief.

Obviously.

His master, perhaps accustomed to his uncanny abilities after many experiences, had long taken them as normal; the increased intensity of his Sad Music this time did not surprise him, nor did he consider investigating further.

Otherwise.

He basically picked up sesame only to drop a watermelon!

(End of Chapter)