Zither Emperor Chapter 218 Chapter 62 The Strongest Heart Part 1

218: Chapter 62: The Strongest Heart (Part 1) 218: Chapter 62: The Strongest Heart (Part 1) Haiyang and Xiang Luan both looked anxiously at everything that was happening before them, but they knew that with their own power, they simply could not help Ye Yinzhu.

“Haiyang, Xiang Luan, the two of you leave together.

I don’t have time to explain right now.

Don’t bother looking for someone to rescue me; it’s useless.”

As he spoke, he transmitted a message to Sura, “Do you remember the life-binding summoning of equal power between me and Zi?

I have my ways to escape.

Take them back to the academy immediately.

Otherwise, with you here, I will only be implicated.”

Looking at Ye Yinzhu’s determined gaze, Sura was moved and thought of the strange mutual summoning between Ye Yinzhu and Zi, and then he nodded.

He also knew that at this time, there was no room for hesitation.

This might be everyone’s only chance of survival.

“Yinzhu, you…” Haiyang stepped forward, her gaze even more resolute than Sura’s had been just moments before.

Two yellow shadows suddenly released from Ye Yinzhu’s body—the swift slash of his right hand like lightning—Haiyang and Xiang Luan almost simultaneously let out muffled groans, their delicate bodies already softening.

Ye Yinzhu caught each of them with one hand and handed their slender forms over to Sura, “Sura, they are in your care now.”

Ye Yinzhu knew that neither Sura nor the two women would easily abandon him and leave.

At the same time, An Qi, who was eagerly watching from the side, could change her mind at any moment, so there was no time to hesitate anymore.

The only option was to entrust Sura to take them away first.

Sura gave Ye Yinzhu a deep look, clenched his teeth, and then, with his arms around Haiyang and Xiang Luan, he rose into the air from the Holy Spring, surrounded by a green Douqi aura, and drifted away.

Watching Sura and the girls leave, Ye Yinzhu’s heart suddenly felt a bit lighter.

He couldn’t contact Zi just yet.

He needed to buy enough time to figure out a way to escape.

He turned to face An Qi, “Let’s go.”

An Qi waved her right hand lightly, and the fiery red water of the Holy Spring parted strangely to both sides, creating a walkway within the small hot spring lake.

Dressed in her soaking wet bathrobe, An Qi walked gracefully towards Ye Yinzhu, her captivating smile once again adorning her face.

“Indeed, they are of no use to me; only you are critical.

Don’t try to fool me; any trick you have is useless in front of me,” An Qi approached Ye Yinzhu, and as if she were his lover, she gently adjusted the bathrobe on his body.

She was indeed beautiful, not at all inferior to Anya.

She lacked Anya’s elegant demeanor, but exuded a charm that was alluring and enchanting.

Even with Ye Yinzhu’s resolute will, being so close to her momentarily stirred his heart.

The faint steam from An Qi’s bathrobe wafted around her, carrying with it the unique scent of the hot springs and her own fragrance.

“What is your name?”

Looking into her enticing eyes, Ye Yinzhu almost subconsciously replied, “Ye Yinzhu.”

The instant he said his name, two intense flashes of Zi light shot out from An Qi’s eyes and pierced deep into Ye Yinzhu’s spirit, while her right hand had already struck the position of his heart.

“Not good.” This was the last thought in Ye Yinzhu’s mind, and the next moment, his brain went blank.

Who was An Qi?

The Elf Queen!

Even if she seemed to have achieved her position through devious means.

If she could make the entire Elf Tribe submit to her, how could she be lacking in cunning?

Last time, when An Qi fought against Anya, Ye Yinzhu had miraculously disappeared for a while, only to reappear out of nowhere and ruin her advantageous situation with “High Mountain Flowing Water.” Although Ye Yinzhu’s power was nothing in An Qi’s eyes, she did not want to let a cooked duck fly away.

Therefore, she immediately utilized a special ability from Dark Demon Magic called Spiritual Erosion.

It was a special kind of magic between Dark Demon Attribute and Spirit Attribute, which needed the target’s own blood to activate and then pletely erased and copied the target’s memories to the caster’s mind.

Once the target’s memories were pletely erased, even if they didn’t die, they would bee a fool.

Of course, this magic was extremely dangerous; if it failed, it would cause strong backlash to the caster, and it could even erase the caster’s own memories.

An Qi certainly did not believe she would fail.

With her Eighth Rank Zi rank power, the gap between her and Ye Yinzhu was nearly insurmountable.

She believed there was no chance Spiritual Erosion would fail.

The disparity in strength between the two was simply too great.

Even though Ye Yinzhu’s spiritual power was much stronger and more steadfast than that of an ordinary mage of the same rank, it proved useless in the face of An Qi’s Eighth Rank Zi rank spiritual power.

His spiritual defenses were already promised in the first instance without any preparation as An Qi’s spiritual power pierced directly into the deepest recesses of his spiritual imprint.

He did not even have a chance to summon Zi or use his Guardian Set’s skill, Transplanting Trees.

However, just as An Qi’s hand, cloaked in a bathrobe, pressed against Ye Yinzhu’s heart, preparing to enact the Dark Magic of Spiritual Erosion by triggering it with his heart’s blood, an unexpected situation arose.

Her seemingly delicate jade-like hand possessed the terrifying power of Eighth Rank Zi rank, a force so powerful that not even a divine artifact could stop it.

But just as her palm made contact with Ye Yinzhu’s heart, An Qi’s face drastically changed.

She was shocked to find that an elemental force, so pure and irresistibly powerful, surged out from Ye Yinzhu’s heart, laden with a domineering energy.

It was the purest Elemental Power, fierce and authoritative, acpanied by a dragon chant-like hum that sent her body flying upon contact.

Quivering like a dragon chant, Ye Yinzhu felt his heart trembling.

It was that very dragon chant-like hum that dispelled An Qi’s spiritual power which had penetrated his brain, bringing him back to consciousness from a state of emptiness.

With a plop, An Qi fell into the Holy Spring some distance away, her entire body emitting a layer of purple mist.

A sharp pain in his brain, Ye Yinzhu shook his head vigorously to barely e to his senses.

As he regained consciousness, he saw An Qi being flung away, and he couldn’t help but be stunned for a moment.

Why did this happen?

It was clear that she had ambushed him, so why was it her body that ended up being thrown away?

Instinctively, he looked down at his chest.

Where once there was a red bathrobe, there was now an imprint of a palm.

Within the area of the palm imprint, the red bathrobe had pletely vanished, exposing his chest.

What Ye Yinzhu saw there was the pattern of an ancient zither, shining with a pale, seven-colored halo.

It was the mark left behind after the Super Divine Artefact Deadwood Dragon Chanting Zither had merged into his body.

Although he hadn’t fully grasped what had happened, he vaguely guessed that An Qi’s fall was related to the Deadwood Dragon Chanting Zither.

An Qi, who had fallen into the water, did not resurface.

The rippling rings on the surface seemed to confirm that everything that had just transpired was real.

Ye Yinzhu did not immediately turn and run.

He knew that An Qi was not likely to pretend to be submerged.

With her power, she didn’t need tricks to defeat him.

How was she now?

At this moment, he recalled the words that Anya had once said.

The An Qi of the past was not like what she had bee.

It was after her separation from Anya, and some unknown incident outside, that she had changed.

It was quite possible that the Dark Tower of Faran’s Seventh Tower had affected her.

No matter what, An Qi was Anya’s sister.

Ye Yinzhu infused his Douqi and spiritual power throughout his body and cautiously approached the spot where An Qi had fallen into the water.

He wanted to see what had bee of An Qi.

The Holy Spring wasn’t very large, and soon, Ye Yinzhu approached the rippling endpoint.

An Qi’s delicate body floated face down in the water, her red bathrobe now bearing multiple splits.

Layers of purple halos continuously emitted from these splits, with the brightest light ing from her head.

Instinctively, he lifted her out of the water, and several Zi Zhu Magic Needles were already clenched in his left hand, pressed against An Qi’s neck.

At that moment, An Qi no longer maintained her previous air of superiority; she seemed to have fallen pletely into unconsciousness.

Lying in Ye Yinzhu’s arms, she appeared as vulnerable as any woman, indistinguishable from an ordinary person.

Her pale plexion was pitiable, and from her brow, rings of purple halos continuously spread.

Her brows were tightly furrowed, as if she was enduring intense pain.

Cautioning his spiritual power, Ye Yinzhu probed into An Qi’s body and was immediately astonished to find her state highly unstable.

Within her, vast amounts of Douqi and Magic Power prevailed.

But at that moment, both were caught in plete chaos.

Most troubling was her spiritual power, concentrated at the spiritual acupoint on her forehead.

Her spiritual power pulsated wildly and her spiritual imprint trembled under the impacts of unstable spiritual forces.

One strand of spiritual power seemed to be aggressively eroding her spiritual imprint, while another struggled to resist the erosion.

For the moment, An Qi’s brain seemed like a battlefield where two spiritual powers were caught in an endless devouring struggle.

Having ascertained An Qi’s current condition, Ye Yinzhu sighed in relief and retracted the Zi Zhu Magic Needles.

He was well aware that not even the strongest individuals could afford to gamble with their spiritual imprints.

A damaged spiritual imprint wasn’t just a loss of power; even life itself was at stake.

Clearly, An Qi had a significant problem.

However, was her situation truly caused by the Super Divine Artefact – Deadwood Dragon Chanting Zither hidden within himself?

In fact, Ye Yinzhu’s speculation was quite accurate.

Or it might be said that An Qi was incredibly unlucky.

If An Qi had not used Dark Magic and had instead just trapped Ye Yinzhu with her spiritual power, releasing a shackle within his spiritual imprint, not even Zi, nor the soul-attached Silver Dragon, would have been summoned.

It was precisely because An Qi, in her eagerness to discover her sister’s whereabouts, directly used the most domineering Soul Erosion on Ye Yinzhu that she brought such grave consequences upon herself.

(To be continued.

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