The White Moonlight Subdues Everyone with a Suona - Chapter 9
Chapter 9: Na na na na na
“Hey! Look over there! Does it look like there is someone in front of that wave?”
A sharp-eyed disciple cried out in utter astonishment.
He originally thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. Squinting his eyes, he boldly took a few steps forward before confirming that he had not misseen it.
It really was a person!
“Goodness gracious, let me see!”
“Who is that?! Standing right in front of the wave, have they lost their mind?!”
Xuanyuan Fentian, who had been facing sideways toward the crowd while contemplating who to push out next, froze.
He subconsciously looked back.
Sure enough, those disciples were not making things up. Roughly twenty meters away from them, a person stood directly before that giant wave.
With sleeves fluttering in the wind and a tall, straight posture, even if one could not see her expression, one could well imagine just how resolute it must be.
Indeed, it was not “he,” but “she.”
This was a woman.
Xuanyuan Fentian subconsciously knit his brows.
A faint sense of discomfort welled up in his heart.
In Xuanyuan Fentian’s view, people—specifically women—should never engage in risky or outrageous actions.
They could be charmingly cute, innocent and pure, or even malevolent and calculating, but they should never—or rather, could never—steal a man’s thunder.
Xuanyuan Fentian did not like such an out-of-bounds woman.
Suppressing the displeasure in his heart, he patted Yan Liusu, who was clinging to his arm and had just straightened her body beside him, “I will go take a look.”
Yan Liusu’s beautiful eyes flickered as she calculated how to stay glued to Xuanyuan Fentian’s side, yet her expression remained entirely gentle, “Brother Xuanyuan, be careful.”
Xuanyuan Fentian nodded and lifted his foot—
He failed to lift it.
Without him realizing when it happened, the water’s surface beneath his feet had sunk down several inches, barely covering his ankles as though he had stepped into a quagmire.
Xuanyuan Fentian’s movement stiffened for a moment. Taking another deep breath, he lifted his foot with force—
He managed to lift one.
Using the same technique, he attempted to lift the other one as well.
He succeeded, yet the foot from before sank right back down.
Finally realizing what a foolish move he had pulled, Xuanyuan Fentian’s face turned slightly dark.
…
“Pfft.”
Elder Hua of Lingxiao Pavillion burst out laughing. Without looking at the others, she simply turned to He Zhongxian, “I wonder if there is some hidden trick inside this Sea of Floating Life?”
He Zhongxian kept it brief, “The deeper one’s desires, the heavier one’s sins. Taken from the meaning of ‘myriads of floating lives, deeply stuck in the mire.'”
A blue-clad disciple let out a sigh, “The mortal world is bustling with activity, yet all living beings suffer so.”
The person beside him nodded, “Indeed, trapped within the floating life, freedom is hard to come by.”
Rong Qingyuan chuckled softly, “Not necessarily.”
Daoist Qingyuan raised his head to glance at his disciple, speaking in a slow voice, “The heavens derive forty-nine paths, yet a ray of life is always left behind.”
The disciples brought along seemed to gain some enlightenment, yet did not fully grasp it either. The voices below gradually grew noisy, and arguments broke out.
Bustling and chaotic, just like the mortal world, never changing.
However, on one point, everyone’s thoughts were completely aligned.
They all desperately wanted to know who that audacious person standing before the wave was.
As the image in the water mirror shifted, the lone figure standing before the giant wave grew clearer and clearer, until the final moment when everyone saw her face.
Gazing at that beautiful face that seemed almost detached from the mortal world, a disciple murmured involuntarily, “…It is actually her?”
It was Ji Bingyu.
Her again.
For some unknown reason, aside from a slight touch of surprise, the elders inexplicably felt a sense of the dust settling—a feeling that “it was only natural.”
Amid the bustling clamor of the disciples, none of the elders spoke, quietly watching this minor disciple instead.
Standing alone before the wave, what on earth was she planning to do?
…
Inside the water mirror ·
Ji Bingyu was not having an easy time either. The boat created by the Heavenly Dao’s laws was named by it as “A Leaf of a Boat”—true to its name, the boat was tiny.
Just as tiny as the non-mainstream hearts back in the QQ Zone days, barely able to fit a single person.
Out of humanitarian spirit, Ji Bingyu placed the disciple she had saved onto the boat, then stood up alone.
[Were you lying to me about what you said earlier?]
[Of course not!]
After the Heavenly Will spoke, it added hesitantly, [What are you going to do?]
Ji Bingyu was rarely quiet.
She watched this giant wave, forty to fifty meters tall, crushing down inch by inch. Facing such an almost insurmountable natural disaster, it was impossible to say she was not afraid.
Yet the more it was like this, the more her fighting spirit was ignited instead.
Though Ji Bingyu sometimes acted slumped and defeated when facing difficulties, or played the uninhibited drama queen on occasion, it was precisely at moments like this that she was the least likely to back down.
The previous “A Leaf of a Boat” was not created out of thin air by the Heavenly Will either. It had told Ji Bingyu that because this was the Floating Life Sea, every one of the myriads of floating lives possessed its own desire.
[Just like your dream.]
Understood.
Ji Bingyu automatically translated this sentence in her mind. It meant that as long as her willpower was strong enough, this world could be altered as she pleased.
She closed her eyes, then snapped them open. With lightning speed, she raised the wooden oar, swinging it across the empty air toward that terrifying giant wave!
All the disciples behind her watched this scene in utter disbelief.
“This… is far too absurd.”
Feng Feishuang murmured to herself, “Using a wooden oar to fight a giant wave… even a peerless treasure sword wouldn’t work for this!”
Yet this time, no one chimed in.
Almost everyone looked at that woman in unison.
Some had disdain on their faces, some showed pity, and some thought it was laughable, yet far more people felt deeply shaken.
Standing before the raging sea’s giant wave, Ji Bingyu appeared so minuscule that even a single spray of foam could swallow her whole. Yet the thing she raised was merely a wooden oar, using that single movement to swing out the momentum of tens of thousands of troops!
Cleaving waves across empty air, a blade that severs water!
With a single wooden oar, breaking the giant wave of floating life!
…
How small is a human being?
Standing before a giant wave, not even one-ten-thousandth of it.
How strong can a human being be?
To dare raise a boat oar to cleave down against such a towering giant wave, without taking a single step back!
The disciples who were still arguing in front of the water mirror fell quiet involuntarily.
They held back many words in their hearts, yet before they could open their mouths to express them, they heard a voice shout out loudly, “She ought to learn the sword!”
Daoist Xuanfeng, who had hated Ji Bingyu the most earlier, slammed both hands onto the table.
Seeming to realize his emotions were overly agitated, he pulled a stiff face again, putting on a proud front, “That move of hers just now was truly brilliant! She should enter my Xuantian Sect, and one day—”
“You are farting!”
He Zhongxian decisively interrupted Daoist Xuanfeng’s words.
Li Fuqing glanced at his master, discovering that Rong Qingyuan, who had been smiling handsomely a moment ago, had a fainter smile now.
He instantly let out a long sigh of relief.
Rong Qingyuan’s smile was like a poppy flower—the better it looked, the more dangerous it was.
However, in the very next second, He Zhongxian slammed the table with a loud bang, stating righteously, “To be able to catch a ray of life amid countless death lines, a person like this ought to enter my Liuming Valley to learn the art of deduction!”
Hiss—
Li Fuqing sucked in a breath of cold air, subconsciously looking toward his master.
Sure enough, Rong Qingyuan set down his teacup, smiling even more handsomely.
…
Meanwhile, the Heavenly Will inside the water mirror, which had not recovered from the shock of Ji Bingyu’s move, suddenly froze after casually catching a glimpse of Xie Yu’an’s face.
Sensing the crumbling coming from the heavenly pillars, it remembered the words Ji Bingyu had said to Xie Yu’an earlier, and a surge of grief welled up from within.
[Ji Bingyu—Papa! Dad!]
[Do you know who the person you casually saved just now actually is?!]
