CHAPTER 312: CHAPTER 174: YUN SHENG’S LUTE

Yuan Bupo’s lips curled up slightly, revealing a touch more of charm.

He slowly began to move, and the music flowing from the Purple Flute became even more lively.

Hearing the changes in the flute music, Yun Sheng, who was not very proficient in musical rhythm, could only keep an eye on Huang Que’s expression.

Clearly, Huang Que also noticed that the opponent’s flute music had changed.

She immediately adjusted her own zither sound, striving to eliminate the interference from the other party’s flute music.

Being an inherently arrogant individual, Yuan Bupo could hardly tolerate the songs of Emperor Hong City being tainted.

Listening to her zither music and looking at the instrument under her fingers, she had at most only learned two Chapters of Emperor’s Song.

The man’s mouth revealed a dazzling smile.

In his hands, that flute flashed with purple light, and a force that seemed to be fighting spirit, yet also like Magic Elements, burst forth.

His slender fingers quickly danced over the flute, and the original flute music suddenly changed.

The tempo of the flute music abruptly quickened; if initially it was like a gentle stream, at this moment, it had turned into the powerful surge of a great river.

After a torrential rain, the overflowing river water, carrying immense Qi Power, made one’s soul waver with each impact.

Yet as the flute music grew louder and brighter, Yun Sheng noticed that Huang Que’s movements on the zither were also speeding up.

At first, she thought Huang Que was contending with the opponent’s flute music, but as time went on, she saw that Huang Que’s hands moved more and more swiftly.

Such speed had evidently surpassed what her hands could endure.

Huang Que was being controlled by the opponent’s flute music; her fingers lost control, and the zither sound became chaotic.

The man’s flute music led hers, getting faster and faster.

Moreover, Huang Que’s originally fair complexion turned flushed with blood.

"Huang Que!" Seeing the situation taking a dire turn, Yun Sheng immediately raised her voice in alarm.

Startled by Yun Sheng’s call, Huang Que’s throat surged with a sweet taste, and she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The Bone Zither in her hands also "bang" snapped one of its strings, the sharp string cut through her fingertips, and instantly, blood dripped down the strings.

"Master, he is too strong," Huang Que could only utter these words before fainting.

A person of mediocre talent, and yet he learned the Emperor’s Song.

Damn it, upon examining Huang Que’s condition, Yun Sheng found that her fighting spirit was in turmoil.

Huang Que had only been studying fighting spirit for a few months and her foundation was not solid. If it weren’t for her earlier Beast Blood Fusion, the flute music just now would have already damaged her internal organs.

Yun Sheng hurriedly checked her condition; fortunately, she was only injured by the opponent’s flute music, and her internal organs were not harmed.

"So you call yourself a man, yet you attack a mere woman?" Contempt filled the eyes of the man with the Purple Flute.

Yun Sheng was dressed as a man today, and Yuan Bupo initially had a rather good impression of her handsome appearance, but to his surprise, the opponent had let a woman represent her in battle.

This made Yuan Bupo hold him in even greater contempt.

Witnessing Huang Que’s severe injury and her uncle’s agony, Yun Sheng was thoroughly enraged by the contempt evident on the opponent’s face.

Unfortunately, she did not understand music. With a frown between her brows, Yun Sheng glanced at Huang Que’s Bone Zither.

Yun Sheng took a deep breath, slowly suppressing the restlessness and aggression in her heart.

She closed her eyes, recalling Huang Que’s previous performance.

She didn’t know who this silver-clothed man from Emperor Hong City was, but considering he could control Yun Canglang’s Divine Sense and could seriously injure Huang Que with just a segment of flute music, the man’s skill was definitely not low.

Yet judging by his age, he was certainly not Xuan Wuji.

If she leaves, that uncle will fall into his hands.

If she does not leave, how can she possibly shatter this sound wave wall?

This wall, clearly impervious to both magic and fighting spirit, it seems only the Emperor’s Song can determine the victor now.

Which Chapter of the Emperor’s Song has the opponent cultivated to?

No matter, she only knows the first three Chapters of the Emperor’s Song, so she’ll use the Emperor Hong City Song from the third Chapter.

In Yun Sheng’s mind, she first recalls the Emperor Hong Three Chapters taught to her by Yun Canglang, and then slowly recalls the way Huang Que played the lute just before.

Yun Sheng’s memory was excellent; having only seen it once, she had mostly memorized Huang Que’s hand movements.

Yuan Bupo had thought that with one person injured by the flute sound, the other would surely know to retreat, but to his surprise, not only did Yun Sheng not retreat, she suddenly closed her eyes.

After a moment, the youth abruptly opened his eyes again.

With that opening of the eyes, those pitch-black pupils irresistibly drew a few more glances from Yuan Bupo.

The opponent sat down in front of the ancient lute once more, first examining the lute, and then started to play it.

"Sss—scrr—" A harsh and unpleasant blunt sound resounded unpleasantly over the empty plains.

The Bone Zither was already missing a string and wasn’t a famous instrument to begin with; its sound quality was very average.

But Huang Que’s lute skills were decent, so he was barely able to mitigate the defects of the lute originating from insufficient sound quality.

Yet the moment Yun Sheng took over, she entirely destroyed the only bit of musical beauty that existed.

For Yuan Bupo, who was well-versed in musical rhythms, there was no greater agony than listening to a tone-deaf person play.

Yuan Bupo’s attractive eyebrows involuntarily furrowed.

What is this travesty?!

Yuan Bupo almost cursed out loud.

He just noticed that the pleasant-looking youth was actually tone-deaf to this extent.

He probably couldn’t even differentiate between the most basic musical scales.

He simply doesn’t know how to play the lute.

If you don’t know how to play, then why play at all!

Listening to the intermittent lute sounds, one could barely make out that he was playing the third Chapter of the Emperor’s Song.

It was downright defilement; if the original owner of Emperor’s Song heard this, they would probably be furious enough to climb out of their coffin.

But after stumbling through one rendition, he unyieldingly played it again.

The second time... it was only the second time, yet Yuan Bupo’s already furrowed brows tightened further.

Because he realized that in this second time, the fluidity of the opponent’s performance was much more coherent than the first time.

By the third time, the lute music was beginning to take shape.

"Could it be... he was practicing the Emperor’s Song just now, or is this his first time playing the Emperor’s Song?" From initial annoyance, Yuan Bupo turned to shock.

Only those who have performed the Emperor’s Song know how difficult it is to play.

Even Yuan Bupo, who is hailed as a once-in-five-hundred-years prodigy in Dihong City, only managed to play the Emperor’s Song completely after ten attempts; but the youth before him, despite fumbling, managed to play the third Chapter of Emperor’s Song in just three tries.

"Good! You’ve got guts. Since that’s the case, this young master will play another round with you," Yun Sheng’s awkward zither sounds, unwittingly, ignited Yuan Bupo’s competitive spirit.

Unbeknownst to himself, Yuan Bupo had already set his sights on Yun Sheng for today’s goal, while Yun Canglang remains muddled, yet he had already stopped the painful moaning.