Zither Emperor Chapter 375 Chapter 114 Magic Robe Divine Source Part 2

Novel: Zither Emperor Author: Tang Jia San Shao Updated: Jun 05, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter 375 Chapter 114 Magic Robe Divine Source Part 2 from Zither Emperor, a Xuanhuan novel by Tang Jia San Shao.

375: Chapter 114: Magic Robe Divine Source (Part 2) 375: Chapter 114: Magic Robe Divine Source (Part 2) With this Divine Source, Ye Yinzhu will no longer need to consider the influence of external magical elements during his cultivation, and can also absorb its essence to enhance his strength more quickly.

Nina gently shook her head, “Don’t ask anymore, these are matters between him and me.

No matter what happens between the two of us, you are still our grandson.

You don’t need to have him e to see me.

If he truly wishes to find me, he will e on his own.

Otherwise, what’s the point of forcing him?”

“Grandma, is there some kind of misunderstanding between you and Grandpa Qin?” Ye Yinzhu couldn’t help asking.

Nina sighed, “If it were merely a simple misunderstanding between us, do you think we wouldn’t be able to resolve it with our intelligence?

Child, go, there are warriors waiting for you.

I will ask Dean Fergerson to temporarily seal off a certain area around our Divine Music Department Dormitory.

However, you can only stay in the academy for one day.

Remember, never take off the Divine Source in front of anyone.

Wearing it, outsiders will not be able to sense the mystery of the Divine Source and will simply think it’s a mon magic robe.

But if someone discovers what’s inside, those who covet it will definitely bring you great trouble.”

Just as Nina had said, Ye Yinzhu and the Death God Soldiers only stayed in the academy for one day.

As soon as everyone’s health had somewhat recovered and Haiyang woke up from his a, they quietly left the Milan Magic Martial Academy under the arrangements of Dean Fergerson.

Xi Duofu did not e, but instead was waiting for them at the Three Hundred Grim Reaper’s military camp.

When Ye Yinzhu presented the ears of over two thousand Lion Men from the Sumeru Divine Ring before him, Xi Duofu did not utter words of praise but instead issued an order that seemed rather inconsiderate.

He manded all warriors, including Oliveira and Ye Hongyan, to go into closed-door training immediately after cleaning their bodies and treating their wounds, and this period of seclusion was to last ten days.

“I heard that you used a Teleportation Array to bring them back,” Xi Duofu said indifferently, looking at the pale-faced Ye Yinzhu.

At this moment, on the hill that overlooked the military camp, there were only the two of them.

Ye Yinzhu nodded, “Under those circumstances, to save everyone, that was the only thing I could do.”

Xi Duofu said, “Do you find it odd why, even though you have pleted the mission, I am ordering them all into seclusion?”

“You naturally have your reasons, and when it es to military discipline, how could I pare with you?”

Xi Duofu said coldly, “Yin Zhu, you must remember, as a mander, if you want to perfectly control your subordinates, first of all, you need to make sure you never let them know your true thoughts.

I ordered them to shut themselves away firstly to let them rest and recover their strength.

Secondly, to let them better digest what they have gained and what they have lost in this mission, to understand the true meaning of survival.

After this, although it is impossible to turn those two hundred people into warriors like the Three Hundred Grim Reaper, with their slightly better talents, at least they can coordinate with the Reaper 300.

Yin Zhu, did you notice that among the two hundred people I selected, apart from Oliveira who volunteered, there were very few from the Milan Magic Martial Academy.”

Ye Yinzhu was startled, “Grandfather Xi Duofu, what do you mean by…”

Xi Duofu continued, “Most of the two hundred people I chose are from military families, have no roots in the Milan Empire, and most importantly, they are all orphans.

Military descendants who are orphans with decent talents.

Choosing these two hundred people was not easier than training the Reaper 300.

In order to let them bring out their talents better, that’s why I didn’t train them prematurely like the Reaper 300.

You didn’t disappoint me, this mission was not so much a test for them, but rather a test for you.

Reaper 300 being 500 is what I really wanted to see.

Remember my words, the battle between the Seven Nations, Seven Dragons has no meaning to us, the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans, winning or losing is irrelevant.

But for every extra person you bring back alive, the power you will be able to wield in the future will increase.

I am old.

I see you as the most suitable candidate to be my successor among the younger generation of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans.

No matter what happens soon, remember to take Haiyang and the Reaper 500 back to Qin City, protect Haiyang and yourself.

You are the last hope of our Eight Eastern Dragon Clans.

I’ll e back in ten days.”

A flash of purple light, and Xi Duofu’s figure had disappeared.

Ye Yinzhu stood in place, deeply pondering what Xi Duofu’s words meant.

He understood giving him the Reaper 500 as it was for the future of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans and protecting Haiyang, but from his words, it seemed like something was going to happen soon.

What could it be?

Why did he see unyielding determination in Xi Duofu’s eyes?

Suddenly, Ye Yinzhu’s expression turned into one of shock, remembering what Nina had said to him yesterday.

He seemed to understand something.

Faran was about to be sealed, and war between the Eight Continent Countries could break out at any time.

Chaotic times were about to unfold.

Ma Liang had said that what the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans most hoped for was chaos, which would be their chance to rise.

Could it be that the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans had also received the news and wanted to use the closure of Faran and the chaos on the Ryuzakinus Continent to rise to power?

With this thought, Ye Yinzhu’s heart immediately grew cold; he felt pletely uncertain about the future.

Having practiced the Pure Qinxin from a young age, he only had the most basic understanding of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans from his father.

He knew nothing about the actual strength or specific situation of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans.

What would happen if they acted amidst the chaos was still difficult to predict.

Perhaps the Eight Continent Countries had little concept of the Eastern Dragon, but after the closure of Faran, would it truly be pletely sealed off?

His grandfather was the Zhu Sect Master of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans, and if something happened to the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans, his family would have an inescapable responsibility.

Grandpa Qin was also the leader of the strongest among the Four Magic Sects, and the chaotic situation was hard to imagine.

He hadn’t thought much about the goals and future of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans, but Ye Yinzhu did not wish to see anything happen to his family.

With these thoughts, he was seized by a great headache.

For a moment, he really wanted to rush back to blue sky and sea to ask his grandfather for clarification.

Ye Yinzhu stood on top of the mountain, immobile for a long time, unable to clear the plex thoughts in his heart.

While he was pondering, the Spirit of the Sea suddenly fluctuated.

It was the keen sense of the elements granted to him since being a Foreign Silver Dragon.

A wave of disgust emerged deep in his spirit, and he instinctively turned around.

The little remaining Zhu Douqi in his body was already concentrated in his right hand, ready to respond at any moment.

It was a mage, with dry, wrinkled skin lacking any luster, a head of white hair tinged with a layer of ash, but within those sunken sockets were a pair of deep and restrained eyes.

Despite the grey pupils, the profundity they subtly revealed was chilling.

The thin figure was covered in a black magic robe, starkly contrasting against his white hair.

From any angle, his wobbly, wind-swayable body cut a pitiful figure.

However, from this mage, Ye Yinzhu felt an oppressive fear – a fear that emanated from the depths of his soul.

“Who are you?” Ye Yinzhu asked calmly, but he was already prepared to Summon Zi, realizing he was clearly no match for this unfathomable mage in his current state.

“You’re Ye Yinzhu, right?

Finding you was not easy.

I haven’t seen a young man as outstanding as you for a long time, to be able to sense my presence, worthy of a Foreign Silver Dragon indeed.” The old mage’s voice was somewhat hoarse, and it was hard to discern his current expression from his wrinkled face.

As he spoke, he had walked to a point less than twenty meters from Ye Yinzhu, moving slowly yet without making a sound.

Ye Yinzhu replied indifferently, “It seems we don’t know each other.”

The old mage said, “Indeed, this is our first meeting.

My name is Yue Hui.”

Yue Hui?

Hearing this name, Ye Yinzhu’s eyes suddenly flickered.

He thought of a string of titles: Clan Leader of Yue Hui’s Family, President of the Milan Empire Mage’s Guild, a Sixth Rank Zi rank Grand Sorcerer whose magical power surpassed that of his teacher, Dean Fergerson, and Matlachi, the younger brother of Zi Luolan Family’s Clan Leader Martin—a top master in the Magic Realm.

Also, Yue Hui was Yue Ming’s grandfather.

Knowing Yue Hui’s identity, Ye Yinzhu relaxed a bit, “So it’s you.

Hello, respected Grand Sorcerer.”

Yue Hui gave Ye Yinzhu a profound look, “I’m not well.

Not well at all.

How could a grandfather who has lost news of his granddaughter for several months be well?

After countless investigations, I found that you were among those who disappeared at the same time as my granddaughter.

And while you have returned, there is still no news of her.

When I sought to find you, you had disappeared again.

Should you not tell me something?

There were four other people who disappeared with you, but among your group, I’ve only heard my granddaughter mention your name.”

Yue Hui had sought him out because of Yue Ming.