169: Chapter 46: One of the Nine Famous Songs, “Forgetful Machine” (Part 1) 169: Chapter 46: One of the Nine Famous Songs, “Forgetful Machine” (Part 1) “When you need the needles inserted, just pull down your clothing yourself.”
It seemed as if Haiyang had used up all her courage to utter those words, she never dared to look at Ye Yinzhu.
Lying there, although her thick fur coat covered most of Haiyang’s body, her curvaceous figure still struck Ye Yinzhu with immense impact, especially under such close scrutiny.
The wonderful curve created from her slender waist to her suddenly raised buttocks gave Ye Yinzhu the same feeling he first had when he saw the Cascade Pearl Beads Zither.
It was a masterpiece of nature!
Ye Yinzhu didn’t rush to proceed.
Instead, he first closed his eyes, taking deep slow breaths in and out, and his rich Zhu Douqi fluctuated with his respiration, filling his body with a lively essence.
When he opened his eyes again, his vision had cleared significantly, as a gentle yellow Douqi flowed around his body, and the air in the bedroom seemed to have freshened under the influence of this energy.
Ye Yinzhu pulled a chair closer and sat down in front of the bed, “Haiyang, you need to relax.
I will play a Zither song to induce a deep sleep.
Don’t worry, when you wake up, the treatment will already be over.”
“To fall into a deep sleep?” Haiyang asked, somewhat surprised.
Ye Yinzhu replied, “Yes!
This way, we can minimize your pain as much as possible.
I can feel that you’re very tense right now, which will cause your muscles to stiffen, making it difficult for me to insert the needles and reach the optimum treatment effect.”
If these words hadn’t e from Ye Yinzhu, but someone else, Haiyang would have definitely thought this was a lascivious doctor ready to take advantage of the situation.
There had been cases in Milan City before, where individuals masquerading as healers would first sedate their patient before mitting indecent acts.
“Alright,” Haiyang agreed after a slight hesitation.
Ye Yinzhu was right; she was too tense.
With a flash, an Ancient Zither suddenly appeared on Ye Yinzhu’s knees.
It resembled the Cascade Pearl Beads Zither but lacked the breathtaking aura.
The zither had a chestnut-brown lacquer finish, with patterns of ox hair and ice cracks between its large and small soundboards.
On the back, above Dragon Pond, was inscribed in regular script “Singing Phoenix,” with the inscription on the sides reading “As the sun rises, the phoenix nests sing.
With one strum of red strings, the world bees enlightened.” It was one of the Zither Sect’s five famous zithers—the Singing Phoenix Zither.
This Singing Phoenix Zither, in terms of material, was the most ordinary among the Zither Sect’s five famous zithers.
The other four ancient zithers were far superior, not to mention when pared with the Artifact-rank Cascade Pearl Beads Zither.
This was evident from the weathered lacquer on its surface.
Its tone was not the most beautiful either, somewhat high-pitched, lacking the deep and graceful elegance of ancient zithers.
However, the Singing Phoenix Zither was ranked first among the Zither Sect’s famous zithers, even above the Desolate Dragon Yin’s Zither and The Great Sage’s Legacy Zither.
The reason was simple—it also had its own soul, The Zither’s Soul.
It was the only ancient zither with a Zither’s Soul in the entire Zither Sect before Ye Yinzhu acquired the Cascade Pearl Beads Zither.
Before obtaining the Cascade Pearl Beads Zither, Ye Yinzhu’s “High Mountain Flowing Water” song could only achieve eighty percent of its effect when played on the Singing Phoenix Zither.
Ye Yinzhu’s movements were gentle, as if he was afraid of startling the soul within the Singing Phoenix Zither.
The crisp notes that sounded remarkably like a phoenix’s cry began to flow softly.
Although the pitch was slightly high, the notes played from the Singing Phoenix Zither weaved and looped more than those from other ancient zithers, each clear tone spiraling in the air until it faded away after its final tremble.
Each note was light, spiraling elegantly, and even though the pitch should have been high, the notes twisted and turned under Ye Yinzhu’s eight fingers, creating a surprisingly soft and soothing feeling.
The gentle rhythm circulated in the bedroom, dispelling not only the tension but also any negative emotions.
The pleasing, gentle melody of the zither made one forget their stubborn beliefs, revealing a pure nature; it calmed all nervousness, returning one to their natural state; it cast aside all manipulations, freeing the spirit’s true nature.
This was, after all, a health-promoting zither song intended to help one relax pletely, both physically and spiritually, within the harmonious and gentle music, slowly entering the most relaxed state of sleep and achieving the best restorative effect.
Haiyang’s tension eased with her increasingly steady breathing, and every part of her body relaxed with the soft melody, even her black hair slipped unnoticed from her face.
The song was called “Forgetful Machine,” also known as the Singing Phoenix’s Clear Tone of Forgetfulness, one of the Zither Sect’s nine famous pieces, with the effect: Deep Sleep.
Back in the freshman petition, Ye Yinzhu and his group had performed a piece called “Dream,” which put the opponent to sleep.
However, “Dream” pales in parison with “Forgetful Machine,” not only considering the Singing Phoenix Zither.
The plexity of the “Forgetful Machine” piece and the extremely high demands it places on the performer require much more spiritual dedication.
“Dream” induces sleep in the opponent through the resonant vibrations of the music, while “Forgetful Machine” directly stimulates the soul through the spiritual vibrations produced by the Singing Phoenix Zither.
To play the soft “Forgetful Machine” with the high-pitched Singing Phoenix Zither, the first thing to do is to immerse oneself in the emotions of the piece, something even Director Nina of the Green rank can’t acplish.
Bowing his head, Ye Yinzhu looked at the ancient zither on his knees and revealed a knowing smile, “To gather herbs for a new medicine, to cut lotus clothes with a clear essence.
The world is mired in vulgarity, only I alone forsake the ‘Forgetful Machine.’ Thank you, Singing Phoenix.”
It wasn’t only Haiyang who slept; besides Li Sha, everyone outside, including Xiang Luan, and all living creatures within the range of the zither’s music, entered a wonderful sleep of plete oblivion.
Ye Yinzhu’s own desires also fell asleep during this rendition of “Forgetful Machine,” and only then did his heart bee pletely calm.
The Singing Phoenix Zither was retracted back into the Space Ring, and Ye Yinzhu spread out a cloth bag containing the Zi Zhu Magic Needle beside him.
It was already midday, and he could not afford any further delay.
His right hand flickered quickly, a series of three purple lights, infused with the mellow Zhu Douqi, accurately pierced into Haiyang’s head.
Taking a deep breath, Ye Yinzhu’s gaze solidified and resolvedly lifted the fur coat covering Haiyang’s body.
Firstly, a faint fragrance emanated, a mild milky scent that delightfully infiltrated Ye Yinzhu’s sense of smell and even his heart and spirit.
With the coat on, she was like a classical oil painting, but now, it was as if the canvas had been naturally torn open, its contours exposed.
It was like the paint had faded, revealing the base color of the canvas—that was dazzling white, a gentle lustrous white.
It was as if the most pure white jade was carved into an exquisitely perfect statue; without the coat’s obstruction, her perfect curves from back to buttocks were clearer.
Ye Yinzhu’s heart was thoroughly shocked in this moment, free from any lewd thoughts.
Before his eyes, Haiyang’s body seemed like the most perfect work of art.
Such a perfect artifact, such a pure carving of jade—how could there be any imperfections?
Whether it was due to the “Forgetful Machine” or the overwhelming sight before him, his heart became unusually calm at this point, his eyes filled with resolute determination.
He silently vowed, no matter what, he would help Haiyang erase the flaw on her face.
Eight fingers fluctuated in the air, and the remaining fifteen Purple Bamboo Needles in the cloth bag floated out almost at the same time.
Under Ye Yinzhu’s perfect control, they simultaneously pierced different parts of Haiyang’s body.
Standing by the bed, his hands fluttered like a dream, each flicker shifting to a Purple Bamboo Needle, strands of soft and vibrant Zhu Douqi flowing through the Purple Bamboo Needles into Haiyang’s body, driving the massive life energy of the needles themselves, instantly weaving a vast net of life within her body.
Due to Ye Yinzhu’s rapid movements, a wisp of Yellow Douqi followed the tail of each Purple Bamboo Needle uninterruptedly, and Ye Yinzhu was the source of those thread-like Douqi.
Stimulated by the immense life force, the exquisite jade statue gradually turned pinkish.
Ye Yinzhu quickly collected the eighteen Purple Bamboo Needles and smoothly turned Haiyang’s body over as if flowing clouds and water.
As his right hand brushed over her, each Purple Bamboo Needle found its place anew.
After turning her over, it was clear to see strands of dark energy continuously flowing out from Haiyang’s face, retreating into the meridians of her whole body.
Under the influence of the majestic life energy from the Purple Bamboo Needles, they were escaping in panic.
Ye Yinzhu knew that it was now the most crucial moment.
Any slight mistake could cause the Dark Element, which had troubled Haiyang for more than ten years and was filled with a curse, to contaminate her entire body, and it would no longer be a matter of mere disfigurement.
Thin Green Silk slid from Ye Yinzhu’s right wrist, winding around Haiyang’s porcelain-like skin like a meandering green snake, weaving among the Purple Bamboo Needles, where it passed under the stimulus of the Zhu Douqi, it brought up a wave of vibrant green light, contrasting starkly with the black energy fleeing beneath Haiyang’s skin.
If the corrosive Dark Element remnants of the curse were trying to flee, then the net of life formed by the Green Silk and the Purple Bamboo Needles was their prison.
At this moment, Ye Yinzhu deployed his spiritual power and Zhu Douqi to their limits, a faint white mist emanating from his body, his eyes pletely focused on Haiyang’s delicate form.
Now, his acupuncture treatment had just begun.
When Sura returned to the dormitory, she immediately felt a soothing atmosphere upon entering.
Li Sha sat in the living room, her expression cold, but her purple eyes continually showed a reflective light.
Meanwhile, Xiang Luan was fast asleep on a nearby sofa, looking like a cute little cat with a faint smile on her face, sleeping very sweetly.
(To be continued.
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