The White Moonlight Subdues Everyone with a Suona - Chapter 6
Chapter 6: Na Na Na Na Na Na
With someone leading the way, the atmosphere inside the great hall instantly became exceptionally cheerful, with quite a few people snickering in low voices.
Initially, everyone respected you out of consideration for seniority and strength. But to push your luck because of it, shamelessly putting down others to gild the face of your own junior—that was simply going too far.
In this joyful atmosphere, only one person was completely out of place.
Taoist Xuanfeng’s face turned bright red with intense rage, yet he couldn’t say a thing.
After all, this really was just a sheer coincidence.
Unable to swallow this anger, he secretly planned to memorize the female disciple’s appearance, swearing never to accept her into his sect!
Li Fuqing couldn’t care less about what others thought. Right after he finished laughing, he leaned directly toward Rong Qingyuan’s side and teased, “Master, I like this female disciple. Are you considering—”
His words came to a sudden halt.
As the water mirror shifted, Li Fuqing clearly saw that breathtakingly transcendent face when the female disciple turned around.
Ji. Bing. Yu.
With the previous lesson still vivid in his memory, Li Fuqing gasped in cold air.
Why is it you again?!
Right at this moment, a soft chuckle came from Li Fuqing’s ear. It was clear and pleasant to the ear, yet to Li Fuqing, it sounded like a demon’s whisper.
“You like her?”
Li Fuqing’s demonic body trembled, his desire for survival driving him to reply at lightning speed, “No! I don’t like her!”
“You don’t like her?” The exquisitely handsome and otherworldly man frowned slightly, smoothing out the folds on his sleeves, “Then what should be done? I was actually thinking of accepting her into the sect…”
Cold sweat was almost dripping down Li Fuqing, and he hurriedly said, “Then I like her!”
“Oh?”
The ends of Rong Qingyuan’s brows raised slightly, “You like her?”
“…”
After a long silence, Li Fuqing raised his eyes to meet Rong Qingyuan’s gaze, his mouth emitting a mechanical cry—
“Qua.”
I am just a pitiful little rabbit, fragile and incapable of caring for myself.
I beg you to show great mercy and stop making things hard for me.
…
“…Presently, as you all have just entered this place attempting to seek the path of immortal cultivation, the laws of all things are naturally different from the mortal realm. In the upcoming trial, you all should try your utmost. These three passes of the trial…”
The disciple above was dressed in blue disciple robes with a sword pinned at his waist, drawing out his tone with a stiff face as he explained the rules.
It was stinky, long, and lacked key points, just like a leader giving a speech during a morning meeting.
Ji Bingyu’s sense of immersion was extremely strong, and she was already starting to feel sleepy.
Ah, the cultivation world really is developing comprehensively; the trial actually tests three views as well.
Ji Bingyu yawned, feeling sleepy to death. However, the acquaintances who had witnessed the scene just now were all thoroughly astounded.
Not without reason, for Ji Bingyu’s speech and behavior just now completely failed to match her past style. It caused Xuanyuan Fentian to fail to react even after being hit, a blank expression appearing on his handsome face for several seconds. Even up until the receiving disciple appeared, he still hadn’t completely recovered his senses.
Not just Xuanyuan Fentian, even Feng Feishuang, who stood behind Xuanyuan Fentian aggressive and menacing, had her eyes widened so large in astonishment that she couldn’t utter any sound.
This is Ji Bingyu?!
This is the legendary gentle as water, pure, and kind “White Moon Beauty” Ji Bingyu?!
[Ahhhhhhhh little ancestor, auntie, daddy, I’m kneeling down to beg you!]
[You are too far off from the original owner. I beg you not to break character persona anymore moving forward, waaaah. I really can’t finish mending the cracks on the Heavenly Pillars.]
Ji Bingyu spoke with high righteousness, [Dog son, you have to be content! I’m already very restrained, even making my scolding much more tactful, trying my best to hold the persona steady, okay? Speaking in such a delicate, high-pitched voice!]
The Heavenly Law went speechless for a moment.
Is that called speaking in a delicate, high-pitched voice?!
You are being sarcastically passive-aggressive!
[Besides, my style is just like this.]
Ji Bingyu said deeply, [It’s good to give them some psychological preparation in advance.]
[They won’t have any psychological preparation.]
The Heavenly Law was exhausted in mind and body, slipping up out of carelessness.
[Unless there is an exceptionally massive shift from the originally set world to truly break the chain bounds on the spatial rule pillars, otherwise all of this is merely adding to the cracks on the pillars.]
These words were spoken complicatedly, so Ji Bingyu converted them in her head.
The brainwashing of the “White Moon Beauty” persona ran too deep in people’s hearts.
Unless there was a massive persona collapse event, it would be very difficult for others’ impression of her to shift.
Understood.
This little bit of petty fussing won’t do. Young people have to pull off a big scene.
Heavenly Law, …
It knew these thoughts were deliberately let through by Ji Bingyu for it to perceive.
At this moment, it deeply hated its own intelligence. If it weren’t naturally smart like this, could it perhaps live a happier and easier life?
“…And during the trial, the seniors of various sects will watch via water mirrors at the Lingxian Pavilion. Please do your very best…”
As the receiving disciple’s words of encouragement to the crowd swept past her ears, Ji Bingyu summarized the situation.
Currently, it was right at the beginning of The Black Lotus’s Long Path to Immortality. Up next was the new disciple martial competition where all disciples would undergo the “Initial Showcase of Seeking the Dao”. After passing the three trial assessments, each sect could choose according to the disciples’ characteristics.
Of course, disciples could also choose their preferred sect. If one were to take first place, they could even propose who they wished to follow as their master.
To simplify it further, this was an exam being broadcast live. These newcomer disciples were taking trials in front of the camera, while the big bosses of each sect were sitting in a palace far away, just waiting to see who looked more pleasing to the eye.
Ah, another assessment.
Ah, and it had to be livestreamed too.
The slacker, salted-fish mindset belonging to a corporate worker popped up all at once. The originally sharp and fierce aura around Ji Bingyu visibly withered away, her whole being slumping limply as she stared into space with a sulky face, no one knowing what was on her mind.
What was wrong with this girl?
Zhenren Qingyuan of Liuming Valley frowned slightly, transmitting his voice to Sect Master Hezhongxian, “The kid’s expression doesn’t look right. In Sect Master’s view, could someone be secretly casting a spell to drain her spiritual energy?”
Hezhongxian paused.
Before he could reply, Sect Leader Yun Qingruo of Lingxiao Pavillion spoke up, “That shouldn’t be the case. For this trial, I sent Little Ying along. With her watching, no major trouble will happen.”
Each session of the newcomer trial was set by two of the four major sects, while the other two sects each dispatched a few disciples to blend in, preventing any phenomena of cheating or rule-breaking.
Hezhongxian looked sideways, “The trial hasn’t even started yet. You two, are both of you actually so optimistic about that female disciple?”
Yun Qingruo smiled slightly, “That punch of hers just now truly carried the style of my Lingxiao Pavillion.”
“She is young after all, didn’t hit the right spot.”
Yun Qingruo shifted her gaze lower, speaking in a delicate, soft voice, “However, the little girl seems very sharp. When the time comes, after I teach her for a few years, it should be about enough.”
Hezhongxian and Zhenren Qingyuan both felt a chill down their crotches at the exact same time.
Using the gentlest tone to speak words that made every man under heaven tremble with fear—as expected of the Sect Leader of Lingxiao Pavillion, Yun Qingruo, who was known as the “Water Scorpion”!
The few of them were using secret voice-transmission methods while speaking, yet right at this moment, they suddenly heard a soft chuckle.
Soft, eerie, and somewhat ethereal, exceedingly like the divine beings, demons, ghosts, and spirits in mortal storybooks.
All three of them were startled into a fright.
Hezhongxian almost pulled off his own precious beard.
One had to know that for Hezhongxian, his beard was just as precious as his hair—one less for every one broken!
Hezhongxian was so angry that he temporarily couldn’t care about his divine and immortal demeanor, cursing, “Who the motherfucker is playing ghost in front of Laozi—”
Just as he was about to finish cursing, his eyes met the pair of eyes of the person seated on the east side.
This person wore deep pine-green robes ethereal as mist among the pine forest, yet the collar, hem, and cuffs had crimson-red borders.
Pine-green robes with red trims was originally an extremely tacky combination, yet matched with that cold, transcendent, and perfect face of his, it was like the melting moon yet also like a burning firelight, making people feel that everything was perfectly natural.
The only person in the world who could combine such contradiction into one without appearing out of place was him.
The Peak Master of Xueyu Peak of Changqing Sect, Rong Qingyuan.
“Ahem, who did I think it was back then. Turns out it’s Zhenren Qingxu.”
Hezhongxian coughed lightly to cover up, instantly switching the topic, “You haven’t opened your mouth for so long, I almost forgot you were inside this sound-proofing array.”
Yes, their sound-proofing array was equivalent to a private group chat. Except for certain people from Xuantian Sect, many elders of the four major sects were inside. It was just that some people habitually turned on the mute mode.
And Rong Qingyuan was a long-term lurker who almost never spoke up.
He was just this type of person. Aside from a few disciples taken in from goodness-knows-where, he had always been unconventional, acting and traveling alone.
Thinking back to when Rong Qingyuan went to the demon den alone back then, he didn’t even issue a single notice.
When others asked him, he merely said lightheartedly, “Wanted to kill, so killed”, and in the end was joint-attacked by the noble families, nearly leaving even Changqing Sect unable to protect him.
These past few years he had quieted down instead.
Hezhongxian thought, to think he was actually willing to peacefully come watch the newcomer disciples’ martial trial today.
Rong Qingyuan met it with a shallow smile, appearing entirely unbothered by Hezhongxian’s previous words, reminding unhurriedly, “The trial is about to begin.”
The spirits of several elders lifted, and they looked at the water mirror in unison.
…
Ji Bingyu only felt a blur before her eyes.
In the next second, everyone was standing before a lake.
No, it wasn’t a lake; it was more like a sea.
“This place is the Sea of Floating Life.”
The receiving disciple’s voice came through, clearly reaching every new disciple’s ear, “The heavier one’s desires, the more entangled one is in mortal entanglements, the easier it is to sink into this place.”
“Next, what you all have to do is cross this sea area.”
“Cross?” A square-faced disciple immediately questioned, “May I ask Immortal Master, there are no ships or wooden rafts here, how are we supposed to cross?”
The receiving disciple shook his head, giving an off-topic answer, “Do you know what the next sentence after ‘water can carry a boat’ is?”
The square-faced disciple hesitated for a moment.
Right during this brief moment of hesitation, a male voice chimed in, “Water can carry a boat, yet it can also capsize it.”
Seeing everyone’s gaze fall upon himself, Xuanyuan Fentian raised his chin slightly, hiding the triumph in his eyes, “The path of immortal cultivation originally shouldn’t rely on external objects. If one crosses by boat, running into wind and waves means a dead end. Therefore, to cross this Sea of Floating Life, the only way is to self-ferry.”
The Heavenly Law transformed into a toddler body that only Ji Bingyu could see, floating beside her. Seeing her listening attentively and confidently, a surge of fatherly relief surprisingly rose in its heart.
These words spoken by Xuanyuan Fentian were originally the initial intention of the Sea of Floating Life. The receiving disciple knew he must have come from a big family, so his expression softened a bit as he nodded slightly, “Please hurry up, everyone, do not delay for too long.”
As the last word fell, the receiving disciple’s figure dissipated on the spot.
The disciples looked in the direction he vanished in unison, gazing out toward this sea area.
A stretch of blue waves shimmered with a cold luster, like the chilly light on a sword. In the distance, between the rolling waves, silver needles seemed to strike forth, while further away, it could no longer be seen clearly.
And the place where they were currently located was similar to a tiny isolated island, surrounded by water on all four sides, with no one able to see the opposite shore.
Endless, boundless, all living beings suffer, the only way is to self-ferry.
This was the Sea of Floating Life.
…
Hiss—
Ji Bingyu snapped back to her senses, exclaiming to the Heavenly Law in her heart, [Good grief, forcing people into the sea in the very first pass, your book is quite wild!]
Heavenly Law, ?
So after listening carefully for so long, this is the only thing you thought of?!
