Zither Emperor Chapter 151 Chapter 40 Silver Dragon Princess Part 1_1

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Once out of the city, Ye Yinzhu unfolded his full speed.

With his Fifth Rank Yellow Bamboo Douqi equivalent to a Green rank Sky Warrior, he quickly arrived at his destination, an open space not far from Milan Magic Martial Academy.

The place was surrounded by woods, rarely visited by people, and unlikely to be disturbed.

He took out the Spring Thunder Zither again and gently caressed the strings, stabilizing his somewhat eager spirit.

Up in a nearby tree, a silver figure with purple eyes showed a hint of surprise because she suddenly realized that the temperament of the youth in front of her had undergone an earth-shattering change in the moment he touched the zither strings.

When she first saw him, he appeared cold and aloof.

But at this moment, he seemed to emanate nothing but elegance and nobility.

His hands and eight fingers moved gracefully over the zither, and his white clothes, black hair, focused demeanor, and handsome face all made a lasting impression.

She, who had been ready to move, found herself unconsciously stopping, even somewhat looking forward to hearing him play a piece.

Ye Yinzhu did not rush to test his idea about the Sound Blade.

His hurried run from before left both his spirit and breathing unstable.

He needed to let his heartstrings and the zither strings integrate before attempting that special trial.

Gently plucking on the strings, a melancholic and lyrical zither piece wafted out—it wasn’t one of the nine famous positions of the Zither Sect, just an ordinary piece meant to cultivate sentiment.

Although it lacked special effects, it was Qin Shang’s favorite piece, and Ye Yinzhu liked it too.

The title of the piece was “Falling City.”

The four fingers of his left hand seemed to stick to the strings, while the four fingers of his right hand danced rapidly, bringing forth a series of clear, melodious notes.

The beautiful melody reverberated softly and gracefully.

The zither’s notes were delicate and subtle, with the finger technique quietly controlling the pace—slow and urgent, heavy and light, fast and rhythmic.

With circling and intertwining patterns, the music that seemed to hum to the heart carried a mournful and plaintive sentiment.

The silver figure in the tree was transfixed.

She had never thought that music could be so enchanting, making her heartstrings tremble in response.

Watching Ye Yinzhu, who was pletely immersed in his playing, and his focused, elegant expression, her anger gradually faded.

At this moment, she wished only for the eight fingers on the zither strings not to pause, to continue on, to keep spreading the beautiful notes amidst the embrace of the woods.

Amidst the entangling zither music, Ye Yinzhu softly began to sing.

His voice was not mellow, but it was clear and free of impurities, just like his zither playing—pure.

“In the North there is a beauty,

Peerless and independent.

A smile can topple the city,

Another smile can topple the nation.

Wouldn’t one know that both city and nation can be overthrown?

Such beauty is hard to e by again.”

With the line “Such beauty is hard to e by again,” the not-too-long piece “Falling City” ended with the lingering aftertaste of both zither and song.

He gently lifted his hands and then softly lowered them, like a spring breeze wiping away the last traces of the notes.

Ye Yinzhu smiled slightly, thinking to himself: Perhaps this “Falling City” was originally posed by Grandpa Qin for Granny Nina.

But why didn’t they end up together?

The silver figure in the tree was pletely mesmerized, not by the person below but by the zither music and the singing.

“In the North there is a beauty, peerless and independent.

A smile can topple the city, another smile can topple the nation…

I, who e from the North—could it be, he sang this on purpose for me to hear, has he already discovered me?

What beautiful zither music, what lovely lyrics!”

Ye Yinzhu felt that his mood was now quite well adjusted.

After a bit of thought, he raised his right hand, and the Zhu Douqi naturally flowed to the tips of his fingers.

As he plucked a note on the zither, a pale yellow Sound Blade emerged in a semi-arc shape.

It was in that instant that Ye Yinzhu poured all his spiritual power into that Sound Blade, sensing its wonders.

He discovered that the Sound Blade was formed in the instant the zither strings were plucked, by infusing his Douqi into the strings.

Thus, it didn’t affect the sound of the music; once the Sound Blade was unleashed, the Douqi would pulsate with the vibrations of the music, making it distinctly different from other Douqi attacks.

The fluctuations produced within the vibrations of the notes gave the Sound Blade a velocity parable to the speed of sound and endowed it with formidable cutting power.

In the past, he had merely practiced without seriously considering these aspects.

Now, as he delved into it, he couldn’t help but admire his teacher Grandpa Qin even more.

Back then, Qin Shang had only hypothesized this!

Without possessing any Douqi, he had conceived such a brilliant method to pensate for the Divine Music Master’s prolonged spellcasting time—the mark of a true Grand Sorcerer.

The strength of the Sound Blade was influenced by many factors.

Even using different zithers, the variation in strings could lead to differences in the Sound Blade.

In general, the Sound Blade was related to the zither, Douqi, spiritual power, and the vibrations between the Douqi and the music.

The bination of these four elements determined the true power of the Sound Blade.

Improvements in each of these aspects would enhance the Sound Blade accordingly.

Although he possessed Douqi and several martial skills from the Zhu Sect, after witnessing Marshall Xi Duofu’s tremendous sword strike today, Ye Yinzhu realized just how lacking his close bat abilities were.

His main profession was that of a Divine Music Master; he couldn’t afford to spend a significant amount of time on martial skill cultivation, as Grandpa Qin had reminded him.

Cultivating Douqi was merely to support his role as a Divine Music Master.

Therefore, to improve his close bat abilities, he had to start with the powers of a Divine Music Master, and the Sound Blade was clearly the best choice.

The first three factors related to enhancing the Sound Blade were generally fixed; the zither had its variances, which he could not change.

As for Douqi and spiritual power, these required continuous cultivation and could only be improved over time.

But what about the fourth factor he discovered today?

Could that be the key to improving the Sound Blade?

With this thought, Ye Yinzhu played the piece “Falling City” again, only this time he played it with spiritual power, the true magic of a Divine Music Master’s Zither.

The emotional impact of “Falling City” was destined to evoke feelings of love; even when played with Zither Magic, it merely enhanced its emotive power.

Ye Yinzhu wasn’t aiming to practice the piece now; instead, he was trying to better understand the subtleties of the Sound Blade.

Yellow, arc-shaped Sound Blades danced out from his fluttering eight fingers, forming gentle rays of light as they flew through the air.

Within a certain frequency of vibration, the further the Sound Blade traveled, the dimmer its light became, naturally causing the frequency of vibration to gradually decrease until both light and vibration entirely dissipated, losing all its power.

Since advancing to Fifth Rank Yellow Bamboo Douqi, Ye Yinzhu’s Sound Blade could be effective within a distance of thirty meters.

Past that, its power would quickly diminish, and at forty meters, it would pletely dissipate.

Douqi vibrated along with the notes.

When he used the Sound Blade during the performance of a piece, the music was affected by the Douqi, reducing the coverage of the Zither Magic.

In other words, the Sound Blade affected the range of the sound waves, and the Douqi lowered the frequency of the note vibrations.

However, what if he could keep the Douqi and the notes vibrating at the same frequency?

Then not only would the distance and cutting force of the Sound Blade be terrifying, but the spread of the music would remain unaffected.

This was the insight that the Basic Music Theory book provided Ye Yinzhu, and the reason why he had excitedly rushed here.

With that in mind, he interrupted “Falling City.” His right hand quickly strummed the zither strings, and the moment a yellow Sound Blade abruptly formed, his left hand swiftly plucked above it.

Acpanied by a screeching sound, the low zither notes instantly became passionate.

The yellow light of the Sound Blade intensified and, in a flash, it shot into the forest a hundred meters away and disappeared from sight.

Rustling, the Sound Blade’s path cut down seven or eight large trees, their cut surfaces as smooth as if they had been sliced with a sharp blade.

“Fantastic, it worked,” Ye Yinzhu exclaimed excitedly.

However, his excitement was short-lived.

A look of regret appeared on his face, and shaking his head, he muttered to himself, “No, this won’t do.

Although I can make the Sound Blade vibrate a second time with Douqi in the instant it forms, how then could I finish the piece?

The music is the most important thing!

It seems my thinking is correct, but my approach is wrong.”

“What does being right or wrong matter with mere Yellow rank strength?” a disdainful voice rang out.

A flash of silver light appeared, and suddenly a person stood before Ye Yinzhu—it was Li Sha from Silver Dragon City.

“It’s you?” Ye Yinzhu started, surprised.

Li Sha’s face showed no signs of having cried, and although there was still a hint of disdain at the corner of her mouth, she looked somewhat more posed than when she was at the Royal Library, her purple eyes filled with curiosity.

Li Sha snorted, “Ye Yinzhu, because of you, I suffered humiliation today.

It’s time to settle the score.”

Ye Yinzhu’s hands rested on the Spring Thunder Zither’s strings, feigning surprise, “You should call that bringing disgrace upon yourself today.

Even if you want revenge, you should be looking for Marshall Xi Duofu, not me.

What does it have to do with me?”

“You…” Li Sha was furious, her calm mood from listening to “Falling City” quickly turning irate again.

A purple halo quietly emerged with her movements, the elemental fluctuation in the air intensifying suddenly, and the oppressive atmosphere once again enveloped Ye Yinzhu.

Ye Yinzhu remained motionless.

“If I’m not mistaken, I am the person that Silver Dragon City is after, and you will not kill me, right?”

Li Sha responded coldly, “Correct, I will not kill you.

But I will make you wish you were dead.”