Chapter 106

The young man spun the flute around his fingertips, raising an eyebrow as he sneered, “Putting us few music cultivators together, the elders’ intentions couldn’t be clearer—they want to see a show. As disciples, do we really have any reason to refuse? We might as well go along with the elders’ wishes and have a good competition.”

The youth in white scoffed, his eyes mocking, “All this grand talk boils down to wanting the tokens on our bodies, right? Enough talk, let’s get on with it!”

Just as the youth finished speaking, the young man leaped into the air, landing on a branch as thick as a human arm on the ancient tree. Immediately, he activated his flute, and a sudden gust of wind swept through the area.

Unlike tangible swords or talismans, melodies appeared delicate and refined but were actually elusive and unpredictable, often trapping people in peril without a visible trace.

His flute produced melodious and melodramatic tunes, fluctuating with the rhythm as the night wind swirling around the forest transformed into sharp blades. Following a piercing whistle, it shot straight toward the three people below the tree.

Ning Ning concealed her breath, standing hidden in the nearby bushes. The melodious flute music floated into her ears, and because it posed no threat to her, from the perspective of a bystander, it was indeed a beautifully melodic piece.

The melody, carried by the evening breeze, poured into every secluded corner like a cool and comfortable rain on a summer night, bringing a sense of tranquility and joy—provided one ignored the increasingly heavy aura of death.

The youth in white, hailing from the renowned musical Baile Sect, naturally refused to be outdone. After dodging several sharp gusts of wind, he reached into his storage bag.

Here it comes!

Ning Ning’s interest was piqued, and she watched his hands expectantly.

Most music cultivators were elegant and refined, with their main weapons being flutes, zithers, and pipas. Now, with several music cultivators gathered on the field, each with considerable strength, it was essentially a free outdoor music concert.

The white-clad youth’s storage bag flashed with a faint light, and in the blink of an eye, he produced…

An erhu.

The young man’s mouth twitched, but he remained focused on playing his flute.

As the melody grew higher and faster, the wind blades and spiritual energy became stronger. Amidst the chaos, several thick branches were severed.

Then, the youth picked up the bow, and the erhu sounded.

Ning Ning had always believed that music cultivators pursued beautiful and melodious tunes, until the appearance of this young man struck her with a heavy blow.

This wasn’t playing the erhu.

This is a saw.

The erhu, as a traditional instrument, was characterized by its tranquility and melancholy, akin to the gentle flow of a stream, possessing its own unique charm.

However, when the youth in white pulled the bow, instead of a gentle stream, it produced a horrifying noise akin to nails scratching a blackboard.

Just one note, and Ning Ning was almost sent packing. The piece wasn’t “tranquil and melancholy” at all; the only thing melancholy was the poor soul listening to this piece.

Beyond immortal techniques and beyond history, this was an unprecedented magical attack.

Ning Ning wanted to rush forward, her eyes filled with tears, and tell him, “Stop playing! Stop playing! Your’saw’ has definitely rusted!”

Even the previously arrogant youth couldn’t have imagined that the seemingly weak young man in front of him was actually a tough character.

With the erhu in play, combined with his abominable performance skills, the atmosphere changed instantly, leaving every plant and flower in a dismal state.

The youth inwardly cursed the situation’s difficulty but had no way to retreat. Helpless, he could only continue blowing the flute stubbornly. Little did he know that the woman from Luming Mountain also took out her storage bag, silently reciting a spell after observing the situation.

Ning Ning couldn’t help but pause for a moment.

The young man turned the erhu into a saw, almost completely overshadowing the flute music. It was evident that he was not one to mess with. What kind of weapon could this woman use to take it out without hesitation in this situation?

Could it be—

As the light faded from the storage bag, the instrument in the woman’s hand gradually took shape.

Long and slender with a conical bell, all plated in gleaming gold.

It was unmistakably a brightly shining suona.

The youth playing the flute turned pale, mentality was completely broken.