Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Muyan woke up to the tinkling sound of a Chinese zither.
Since Muyan herself was good at playing the Chinese zither, she could tell that the melody was beautiful, but there wasn’t a trace of emotion in the music, as if a puppet was mechanically plucking the strings according to the music score.
This person played well, but in terms of touching the listener, he or she wasn’t even as good as Xiaobao.
“Xiaobao—!” Muyan sat up with a bounce and looked around.
It looked like she was in a cave, but it was empty and there was no one around.
“Xiaobao? Xiaobao? Where are you? Answer me!”
Muyan shouted for a long time but didn’t get any response.
Just then, Muyan suddenly heard a gentle female voice in her head. “Inheritance to the God Musical Bureau. First trial, begin.”
What inheritance?
Before Muyan could figure out what was happening, the originally gentle music like flowing water in the mountains suddenly changed into rapid and passionate music.
The music entered Muyan’s ears directly, like thousands of troops and horses were running, like a torrential river was surging.
The blood inside her body was somehow agitated by the music and bubbled up.
Muyan’s cheeks turned swollen red, and her eyes shone with a ruddy glow.
Almost at the same time, numerous sharp swords began to fly at her from all sides of the cave walls.
Muyan flashed like a mirage to easily avoid the flying swords.
However, as the music became more and more rapid, more and more flying swords were shot out, and the speed became faster and faster.
In the beginning, the flying sword attack was equivalent to seven to eight Mystic Level cultivators fighting against her.
But later, the number increased to a dozen.
A cold sweat emerged on Muyan’s forehead. Although her cultivation level was high enough, she was somewhat unable to handle the situation.
However, that wasn’t the scariest part.
The scariest part was that as the music became faster, Muyan felt her heart beat getting faster and faster.
Blurred images began to appear in her originally clear vision.
One moment, it was like her stomach was cut open and the bloody placenta was dug out.
In another, it seemed that Gong Qianxue was holding Xiaobao and tossing him into the elixir-refining furnace.
In the next, the scene changed to a dark cave. The terrible man pressed her beneath him, and the tearing pain almost made her faint immediately.
With the transitions between light and shadows, she saw Xiaobao falling from the high cliff and smashing into a messy pool of blood.
Ci—! Sword aura finally cut Muyan’s clothes and blood sprayed out.
The severe pain in Muyan’s arm made her suddenly wake up from the illusions.
She gritted her teeth tightly as she looked around the cave and avoided the flying swords flexibly.
Finally, when the number of flying swords increased to the point where it was like a hundred Sky-Level warriors were attacking her, she finally found the source of all attacks.
It was a gray ancient Chinese zither, set high against the wall, unremarkable.
If you didn’t look carefully, you wouldn’t find it at all.
But this unimpressive Chinese zither was actually playing itself and had a musical voice.
The music reverberated through the cave, and when it touched any obstacles, it immediately formed into sword aura and attacked her.
Muyan took a deep breath and jumped up, stepping against the wall to quickly catch a vine hanging down from above.
She ran the Mystic power in her body and cut the ancient Chinese zither.
But instead of being cut in half, the ancient Chinese zither began to make more and more pressing music.