103: Chapter 26: The Power of Cascade Beads Zither Rhythm (Part 3)_1 103: Chapter 26: The Power of Cascade Beads Zither Rhythm (Part 3)_1 An Qi laughed, her smile was brilliant, but the lifeless cold in her eyes had grown even more intense, “You’re still so weak.
Just as before, watching opportunities slip through your fingers.
I’m leaving, but I’ll be back.” Her gaze finally rested on Ye Yinzhu.
And at that moment, Yin Zhu happened to open his eyes.
A faint surprise flashed through An Qi’s eyes because she found that Ye Yinzhu seemed to forget where he was.
His demeanor was so graceful, his movements smooth and harmonious, as if he blended in perfectly with his surroundings.
Especially with the ancient zither on his lap, it seemed like a perfect whole.
His eyes were so clear.
Even the world’s purest crystal seemed inparable.
Those eyes, devoid of any impurities, were something An Qi had never seen in her life.
After tossing a crystal vial the size of a palm to Anya, An Qi left.
Despite her injuries, her speed was still astonishing.
Her defeat today also witnessed the power of Divine Music Masters, or rather, the might of the Zither Sect’s zither music.
“High Mountain Flowing Water,” one of the nine famous pieces of the Zither Sect and one of the three divine tunes, effects: weakening, amplification.
Among the nine famous pieces, six zither pieces only had one effect.
However, the other three divine tunes had two effects.
“High Mountain Flowing Water,” played with Cascade Beads, was one of them.
It is a supportive tune.
It doesn’t have direct offensive power, but it can cause the opponent to experience illusions and bee increasingly weaker through changes in the zither music.
At the same time, it can also enhance the strength of those who hear it.
Everything pletely depends on the player’s control over the music.
With Ye Yinzhu’s current strength, if it weren’t for the Cascade Beads Zither Rhythm, he wouldn’t possibly be able to bring out the effects of “High Mountain Flowing Water.” Even with the aid of a divine artifact and his spiritual power, he could only control the effects of High Mountain Flowing Water on up to ten people, or rather, ten creatures.
Any more than that, and he couldn’t control the weakening and amplification; he could only exert one effect within a certain range.
The biggest difference between Divine Music Masters and ordinary mages is that ordinary mages bee extremely weakened once they have cast a large-scale or higher-tier spell.
However, though a Divine Music Master’s magic power may also be exhausted, their spirit is extremely joyful.
Especially for someone like Ye Yinzhu right now, who had acplished the zither piece of his dreams.
In fact, with his strength, even with the help of Cascade Beads, playing “High Mountain Flowing Water” shouldn’t possibly have impressed a Zi rank peak figure like the Anya sisters.
The only reason for his success was that the two women were too fiercely engaged before they left him and had less than twenty percent of their strength remaining.
Under the pressure on each other and their lack of vigilance towards him, he was able to achieve such a good effect.
“Yin Zhu, thank you.
You played the zither really well,” An Qi said as she left, taking with her Anya’s coldness.
Although she looked somewhat disheveled, with her dress torn in many places, it didn’t diminish the nobility she radiated.
“Sister Anya, are you alright?” Ye Yinzhu asked with concern.
The joy in his spirit and the dizziness from the overdraw of his magic power placed him in a peculiar state.
Anya smiled and shook her head, “I’m fine, it just involved you.
Yin Zhu, forget whatever you heard today.
Don’t tell anyone else, okay?”
“Okay,” Ye Yinzhu nodded.
Once he made a promise, he would never break it.
“Protect me while I heal my panion,” Anya said as she traced her hands in front of her chest, and a faint purple hexagram appeared out of thin air.
With a flash of light, a magical beast was now in front of her.
Ye Yinzhu had never seen such a majestic magical beast before.
It was a horse, but entirely different from a normal horse.
It was twice the size of any unicorn Ye Yinzhu had ever seen.
Its body was pletely white, without a hint of any other color.
A long, spiraling horn grew from the top of its head, radiating a faint milky-white gleam.
Most oddly, it had a pair of wings—massive, snow-white wings folded neatly at its sides, extraordinarily beautiful.
At this moment, its eyes, which should have been clear and transparent, were gray.
Ye Yinzhu could clearly sense the life force ebbing steadily from its body.
Anya tenderly stroked its large head, and said to Ye Yinzhu, “Didn’t you say you wanted to see my magical beast?
This is my partner.
Its name is Pasture, and it’s a unicorn.
A Ninth Rank Demon Beast.
I know you have many questions in your heart, but once I heal it, sister will tell you everything.” As she spoke, she opened the crystal vial An Qi had given her and poured the liquid inside into Pasture the unicorn’s mouth.
It wasn’t fragrant, but that translucent liquid brought with it a sense of pure nature that made Ye Yinzhu feel utterly relaxed and invigorated just by sensing it, filled with the aura of natural elements.
The unicorn’s formerly listless appearance changed immediately after drinking The Water of Life; the gray in its eyes began to fluctuate violently.
Anya lifted a hand to the unicorn’s forehead.
Purple light continuously emitted from her hand, infusing into the unicorn, driving the effects of The Water of Life to heal the unicorn’s hidden injuries.
That dim purple light clearly indicated her current state of weakness.
However, to her surprise, Ye Yinzhu seemed unaffected by Pasture’s aura, as if he was perfectly fine, even though unicorns, being the gentlest among Ninth Rank Demon Beasts, still had an intimidating presence that ordinary people couldn’t withstand.
The unicorn was really beautiful, especially with its sacred aura.
Ye Yinzhu watched it without blinking, feeling that Pasture gave him a very fortable sensation, at least much nicer than the dragons he had seen before.
Anya’s energy output grew weaker and weaker, and finally, when the purple glow disappeared, the grayness in Pasture’s eyes had faded pletely.
The unicorn’s clear, azure eyes looked so translucent, and within those large eyes, Ye Yinzhu saw his own reflection.
Anya whispered softly, “Pasture, sleep.
After a good rest, you will be back to normal.” The pale purple Magic Hexagram appeared again, and with a gentle nudge of its head on Anya’s shoulder, Pasture quietly vanished within the Hexagram.
“Sister Anya, be careful,” Ye Yinzhu quickly stepped forward to support Anya, who was about to fall.
Her plexion had turned pale, and her breathing was very weak.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this weakness.
Yin Zhu, take me back to Floating Orchid Villa.
Just put me where you play the zither.
I can’t walk anymore, I need to rest, and I have to trouble you to carry me,” Anya’s voice was gentle even in her weakened state.
“Okay.” Although Yin Zhu had overly exhausted his magic power, he still had Douqi, and his Fifth Rank Yellow Bamboo strength, along with his exalted spirits, meant his condition hadn’t deteriorated.
He carefully put away his Cascade Beads and bent down to lift Anya onto his back.
Anya was very light.
That was the sensation she gave Ye Yinzhu.
Carrying her felt as though there was no burden at all.
Her musk-like fragrance due to the increased body temperature from battle was more pronounced than usual, and it was very fortable to smell.
Anya’s body was also very soft.
As Ye Yinzhu clasped her long slender thighs, the smooth and delicate feeling of her legs and the warmth at his back stirred an indescribable sensation within him.
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