Zither Emperor Chapter 643 Chapter 203 Undead Magic Part 1_1

643: Chapter 203 Undead Magic (Part 1)_1 643: Chapter 203 Undead Magic (Part 1)_1 “Mom, there’s no need to praise him so much; any more and this kid won’t know which way is up or down.” Ye Zhong was even somewhat jealous of his own son.

Lan Ruxue cast a glance at him and said, “If you had acplished as much as Yin Zhu has, I would praise you just the same.

This isn’t flattery; I’m merely stating facts.

Yin Zhu earned everyone’s love through his actions.

Not to mention, our original bat strength from the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans couldn’t even pare to the natives of Qin City.

And even if it could, do you believe that if our Elders or the Sect Masters of the Eight Sects were to issue orders against Yin Zhu, there would be any disciples willing to carry them out?”

Ye Li questioned doubtfully, “That can’t be right.

Yin Zhu has barely spent any time in Qin City.”

Lan Ruxue took her grandson’s hand, explaining, “That’s what you don’t understand.

It’s precisely because Yin Zhu isn’t often in Qin City that he has the mystique of a Divine Dragon, seen but seldom met.

Furthermore, every deed he has done is widely known throughout Qin City.

Not only among our own people, but even the newer residents who are descendants of the Eastern Dragon feel the same.

Ask anyone at random, there might be many who don’t know of you, but there’s probably not a single person who doesn’t know of our Master of Qin City, His Excellency, the Zither Emperor.

Yin Zhu is not just a hero of the Eastern Dragon, he’s a hero of Qin City, and even a hero of the Milan Empire.

We’ve secretly investigated, and a significant part of the reason why two million residents of Eastern Dragon moved to Qin City is because of the heroic Zither Emperor.

So, today, Elder Wei Ming simply found an excuse to step down.

Can’t we old folks see that Her Majesty the Empress is still a maiden?

Now, there’s no one in Qin City who dares to offend our Yin Zhu.”

Upon hearing Lan Ruxue’s explanation, they finally understood pletely, but the gratitude Ye Yinzhu felt towards Haiyang did not diminish in the slightest.

Just then, a disembodied voice echoed in Ye Yinzhu’s mind, rousing him from his emotional reverie.

After listening for a moment, his expression shifted slightly.

“Grandpa, Grandma, Dad, Mom, I might have to leave for a while.

Please tell Haiyang and everyone else for me.”

Everyone was startled.

Lan Ruxue couldn’t help but ask, “Yin Zhu, where are you going?

You’ve just returned.”

Ye Yinzhu replied, “Grandma, I feel like I’ve reached a bottleneck in my cultivation.

I plan to find a quiet place to engage in secluded cultivation.

I won’t leave the territory of Qin City.

I’m leaving now.” Not wanting to explain too much for fear of being questioned further, Ye Yinzhu’s body turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared before his family could ask more questions.

“This child, leaving just like that without a word.

Since his return, we haven’t even had the chance to eat a meal together.” Mei Ying’s eyes reddened as she watched her son depart.

Ye Zhong sighed softly, “The Yin Zhu of today no longer belongs entirely to us.

That’s why we need to support him even more.

Let him go; cultivating is a good thing.

Despite having achieved so much, he still remembers to cultivate.

He is truly my son.”

Mei Ying glared at her husband, “I didn’t see you praising him when he was here.”

Ye Zhong smiled and said, “Someone has to play the devil’s advocate.

Actually, my love for him is no less than yours.

But a son’s growth requires not only encouragement but also a push at times.”

Seeing the wise light in her husband’s eyes, Mei Ying felt a twinge of sourness in her heart and quietly leaned into her husband’s embrace.

…

The spring breeze was gentle, and white robes fluttered in the wind.

In front of him was a mountain, an exceptionally steep one named Tall Mountain.

Within the Burna Mountain Range, it was one of the few peaks that was nearly impossible to climb.

Naturally, it was also one of the few peaks that hadn’t been utilized.

Ye Yinzhu stood at the base of the mountain, looking up towards its summit.

Cotton-like white clouds covered the peak of the mountain, and he could only see halfway up the mountainside from his vantage point.

Even though this was his domain, it was his first time here.

Leaving Qin City so suddenly wasn’t about running from anything; the reason was simple: he had to find a quiet place.

Because that was what Phil Jackson had requested.

Just now, Phil Jackson’s sleeping spirit had suddenly awakened.

He didn’t say much to Ye Yinzhu, only told him to find a place where he wouldn’t be disturbed by anyone.

So, Ye Yinzhu chose this place.

The mountainside was a steep, near-vertical ninety degrees, which was precisely why so few plants could survive here, only some with exceptional life force, tenacious enough to poke through the smooth and precipitous cliff face.

Ye Yinzhu didn’t know just how tall the mountain was, but it was certainly no less than three thousand meters.

After a brief observation, his body turned into a wisp of white smoke, soaring upward as if he were part of the clouds mid-mountain, rushing to join them.

The moment he soared into the air, Ye Yinzhu’s heart had already immersed itself in the surrounding environment.

Red Spirit had gone back to the Dwarves to help refine and excavate metals.

He couldn’t fly now and had to rely solely on his own strength.

A deep purple glow enveloped his body.

With his first leap, he had already cleared over thirty meters.

Seventh Rank Zi rank Douqi propelled him to rise swiftly.

As his upward momentum was about to slow, Ye Yinzhu lightly pressed his right hand against the mountain wall, a burst of purple light flourishing as his hand silently penetrated the mountain.

Using the force of that press, his body ascended again, and once more he rose exactly thirty meters, not an inch more or less.

This was the control of strength, effortless and natural; he kept the Douqi used in each leap perfectly balanced.

Were it not for the shallow pits left on the mountainside where he had pressed, his lightning-fast ascent would seem as though it had never happened.

Ascending the mountain required no fancy techniques; simplicity and practicality were enough.

In the same manner, Ye Yinzhu’s ascent seemed uninterrupted, like a wisp of white smoke drifting upward.

In a short while, he had disappeared into the clouds.

If someone were to carefully observe, they would discover that on this sheer mountainside there was now a stairway to heaven, though, regrettably, the steps were thirty meters apart.

Not long after Ye Yinzhu’s figure had vanished, another person arrived at the base of the mountain.

This person was tall with a body enveloped in purple.

Glancing at the first mark Ye Yinzhu left behind, a faint smile appeared on Zi’s face, “Time for cultivation again, I wonder what surprises you’ll bring me this time?”

As he spoke, Zi didn’t follow Ye Yinzhu’s footsteps to climb the mountain but instead sat down cross-legged at the foot of the mountain.

Placing his hands one above the other in front of his chest, he assumed a peculiar position and entered a meditative state.

“Huff—” Ye Yinzhu exhaled, a stream of purple air bursting from his mouth, scattering the white mist in front of him.

He had reached the summit, which was even taller than he had imagined, certainly exceeding four thousand meters.

Yet, reaching the peak did not exhaust him substantially.

This could be seen by the deep purple mist which had not dissipated from around his body.

The mountain was indeed very steep and its area surprisingly small—the peak barely covered several tens of square meters.

When Ye Yinzhu arrived here, he became the pinnacle of the entire mountain.

The mountain winds were biting, each gust bringing a large amount of mist, enveloping Ye Yinzhu’s body such that the surrounding ten meters were indiscernible.

For a regular person, it would be extremely difficult to move in such conditions, but Ye Yinzhu was unfazed.

When he had blown the mist away from the mountaintop, he had already mapped out the entire topography in his mind.

One advantage of powerful spiritual power is the ability for strong memory retention.

By branding with spiritual power, memorization bees far superior to simple rote learning.

Reaching the center of the mountaintop, Ye Yinzhu stopped walking and raised his right hand.

His spiritual power, moving with his gesture, penetrated into the Dragon Soul Ring under the control of his intense will.

It was as if he had been shocked by electricity; Ye Yinzhu’s spiritual power swiftly retreated back to his Spirit of the Sea.

A dense cluster of black mist burst out from inside the Dragon Soul Ring, circled his body, and then slipped back into the ring again.

“Sit down.

It is daylight, and I cannot pause outside for long.

This place is not bad, very quiet, and the elemental fluctuation is quite balanced,” the elderly voice of Phil Jackson resonated in the depths of Ye Yinzhu’s spirit.

When Ye Yinzhu sat down as instructed, Phil Jackson’s voice rang out again, impatiently, “I have finally understood.

During this period, I have been pondering how to perfectly bine your Zither Magic with my Undead Magic.

Even if we cannot achieve a synergistic effect, we should at least not interfere with each other.

After careful consideration, theoretically, it should be achievable.

However, just how effective it will be, you will have to find out through relentless practice.”

Ye Yinzhu had genuine respect for Phil Jackson, once the most powerful individual in Faran and a master of Magic whose acplishments were likely unmatched on the entire Ryuzakinus Continent.

Although he felt some aversion toward Undead Magic deep inside, he also longed to further advance his power.

Seventh Rank Ziwei Qinxin, which was already an extremely fierce force on the Continent in general, was bolstered by the support of Seventh Rank Zi Zhu Douqi.

But Ye Yinzhu understood that such power wasn’t sufficient.

To protect Qin City and his family, he needed to be backed by even greater strength.

Solely dealing with Sura’s issue was far beyond what his current power could manage.

(To be continued.

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