887: Chapter 283: The Mysterious Middle-aged Man by the Life Spring (Part 2) 887: Chapter 283: The Mysterious Middle-aged Man by the Life Spring (Part 2) The Light Knife and the Seven Sound Blades collided in midair, and in an instant, fire extinguished, water dried up, wind ceased, and earth vanished, brightness turned into darkness, and darkness was silently dispelled.
Even the Power of Fusion, which had merged six elements, was split in half in the blink of an eye.
All seven blades shattered, splitting in half as they silently whisked past the middle-aged man.
In midair, they had already lost their inherent might and vanished without a trace.
Keep in mind, these were High-Frequency Sound Blades emitted by the Super Divine Artefact Deadwood Dragon Chanting Zither, amalgamating the pinnacle of Ye Yinzhu’s strength in the form of High-Frequency Sound Blades.
Yet the opponent needed only a single strike, breaking the line with a point, shattering seven blades with one.
Ye Yinzhu even forgot to continue the attack, pletely stunned by what he was sensing in his heart.
And just as the seven sound blades were shattered, the middle-aged man’s clasped palms had already parted.
This time, two streaks of golden light appeared simultaneously at Ye Yinzhu’s chest, sending his body flying once again.
The two seemingly identical streaks of golden light, upon entering Ye Yinzhu’s body, produced pletely different effects.
Ye Yinzhu couldn’t describe the feeling, but he felt that the two forces were diametrically opposed, one like brightness and the other like darkness.
As the two distinct energies entered his body at the same time, they created an unmatched destructive force.
Even his body, forged by Thousand Thunder, couldn’t withstand it.
This time, even Ye Yinzhu himself didn’t know how far he had been flung, nor how many ice towers and ice forests he had smashed through.
The intense tearing force produced by the two extremes inside him seemed ready to pletely shred his body.
With a retching sound, a mouthful of scarlet blood spewed out, and Ye Yinzhu’s entire being even seemed bewildered.
The destructive power generated by those two terrifying energies was only greater than Thunder Power.
What shocked him even more was that the Divine Source Magic Robe, which could normally filter and convert any magic element into an attributeless element, lost its effect and did not alter the properties of the two energies at all.
Why?
What on earth was the reason?
Ye Yinzhu didn’t know.
He only understood that this man’s strength was even more terrifying than he had imagined.
The middle-aged man didn’t pursue him, and Ye Yinzhu once again stood up.
Relying on his tenacious body, he spat out two more mouthfuls of blood, forcibly ejecting the two extreme energies through his blood with the pure Original Force within him.
The two mouthfuls of blood, when spilled on the Ten-thousand-year Profound Ice, were more terrifying than the most scorching flame, instantly corroding through the ice and revealing two dark holes.
This time, Ye Yinzhu didn’t return to the Ice Ring.
He didn’t even use his spiritual power to sense the presence of the middle-aged man.
With the latter’s higher realm of Unity of Heaven and Man, hiding his location would be easy.
Without his vision, Ye Yinzhu couldn’t possibly find him.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, with the Super Divine Artefact Deadwood Dragon Chanting Zither placed across his knees, his hands gently rested on the strings.
In that moment, Ye Yinzhu’s heart calmed down.
He suddenly remembered the words the Divine Dragon King had said when they first met, “The spring is substantial yet seemingly empty, the stone is solid yet hollow.
When the clear and the turbid merge, they naturally form the tones of the musical pitches.
Once, a person collecting herbs in the mountains heard the sound of a zither.
He followed it through a pine forest and emerged by a creek.
At first, the sound was faint, but it grew clearer.
After traveling for a while, he saw the spring bubbling and flowing over the stone.
He lingered there all day, unwilling to leave, and upon returning, he posed this piece of music.”
In this moment, Ye Yinzhu’s heart became translucent.
This wasn’t the first time he had faced danger.
Marshal Xi Duofu had once told him that a qualified soldier first needed to be tempered on the battlefield.
A person’s strength is the same; to bee strong, one must go through countless battles and gain rich bat experience.
Likewise, breakthroughs are more likely to occur in true bat or under immense pressure.
Under normal circumstances, playing the zither while seated would only give the opponent an opportunity to attack, but the sudden enlightenment in his mind allowed Ye Yinzhu to grasp a ray of inspiration.
It seemed that only his most fundamental strength, his zither music, might give him a chance of victory.
Ye Yinzhu’s eight fingers moved fluidly over the seven strings, and along with the clear flow of the zither music, he softly chanted in a voice only he could hear, “The stillness of the stone is like benevolence, the movement of the spring is like wisdom.
The spring’s motion does not disturb the stillness; the stone’s stillness does not hinder the movement.”
In an instant, the power of Unity of Heaven and Man fused with his own zither will, creating a mystical sensation only perceptible when immersed within it.
It was the ultimate realm of the Zither Sect, Taixuan Qinxin.
Ye Yinzhu’s heart was now very calm, calmer than ever before, everything outside was irrelevant to him, and his mind held only the zither and the melody.
“Stone Above the Spring” was not a famous piece; it conveyed feelings of nature and bound the spring with stones, resembling a cliff’s cold drizzle, beads of water cascading in a waterfall, captivating the mind.
To contemplate the meaning of the piece is to truly understand the wonder of nature’s seamless flow.
It was most suitable for calming the mind.
The essence of this zither piece was also rooted in the concept of tranquility.
The zither music was harmonious and soft, like a gentle cascade of spring water, and like quietly contemplating between rocks, devoid of any trace of killing intent or abruptness, all that remained was the serenely quiet and secluded melody.
In that moment, Ye Yinzhu suddenly found that his senses had increased a hundredfold.
The unity of heaven and man, which had been inferior to his opponent’s, had caught up in an instant with the help of “Stone Above the Spring.” He grasped everything around him clearly—the sensation was wonderful.
His body and mind submerged in the music, yet his spiritual power remained quietly beside the middle-aged man at the Life Spring.
The sound of the zither caused the middle-aged man, whose expression had seemed eternal and unchanging, to finally show some surprise.
Initially shocked, he soon furrowed his brows, his body, which had been standing still, suddenly moved.
He took a step, a seemingly small one.
But the distance of nearly a thousand meters between him and Ye Yinzhu disappeared in that one step.
It wasn’t that he had jumped far in that step; in Ye Yinzhu’s perception, it was as if the distance between him and the middle-aged man had somehow shortened.
At this time, “Stone Above the Spring” was playing its first segment, named: Tracing the Source.
Without any deliberate control, Ye Yinzhu’s body had moved.
Sitting upright on the ground, he lightly spun around, and in the midst of that rotation, he stood up, dodging the middle-aged man’s palm strike.
The strike was incredibly fast, yet Ye Yinzhu seemed to have foreseen it.
The music he was playing didn’t pause for an instant because of his opponent’s attack, nor did its artistic conception waver at all.
As the zither music transitioned from the first segment, Tracing the Source, to the second segment, named Clear Brook Tranquil Flowing, his two hands and eight fingers danced, as if countless streams surged forth from his fingertips amidst the beautiful melody, turning into clear water and suddenly rushing towards the middle-aged man.
The whole process was not fast, but it was seamlessly natural, lacking any fireworks.
Surprise appeared again in the middle-aged man’s eyes.
His body hurriedly retreated, and both his hands pushed out simultaneously.
A golden glow gathered before him, solidifying into something like a shield, firmly blocking the energy of the water.
But then an odd scene occurred.
The Original Force transformed into water that apparently held no offensive power.
Shooting at the gold light shield, it splashed like water, dispersing in midair and even bursting into a mist, captivating to behold.
Just as the middle-aged man was surrounded by an intense golden light, ready to attack again, suddenly, Ye Yinzhu’s zither music changed, and a series of clear sounds linked together, emitting a light buzz.
If an outsider were present, they would only feel the beautiful zither sounds.
But in the ears of the middle-aged man, it was a pletely different experience.
It seemed as if everything in the world trembled simultaneously with this buzzing.
In his sight and perception, everything trembled distantly, and the strange buzzing that entered his mind made his vision blur.
“Stone Above the Spring” moved from the second stage to the third rank, named: Pine Lament with the Same Sound.
It was this strange buzzing that forcibly interrupted the middle-aged man’s attack, even causing his golden light shield to shake violently, on the verge of collapse at any moment.
The man’s surprise deepened.
Looking up at Ye Yinzhu, he found him smiling, his eyes shining with a hazy and persistent light, seemingly unaware of his enemy in front of him, his whole being lost in the music.
The middle-aged man grew somewhat angry.
In an instant, the golden shield folded back, enveloping his body within, rendering the entire figure in a golden hue.
In the blink of an eye, he had moved in front of Ye Yinzhu.
This time, he didn’t give Ye Yinzhu a chance to dodge.
It was as if the world around them had bee a sea of gold, and Ye Yinzhu was the source of it—enpassing all rivers.
The middle-aged man made a gentle, rotating motion with his hands at his chest.
The tremendous golden light surged from all sides, inescapable and inevitable.
The golden light sealed off every pathway Ye Yinzhu might use to evade.
This attack was not like the previous contrasting energies.
It was a single, yet extremely peculiar force, somewhat similar to Zi’s Whirlwind Laser Slash that formed a great vortex, but more pure than Zi’s energy.
This strike was not merely superficial; it also fully merged with the heaven and earth, integrating the unity of heaven and man into the martial skill.
Ye Yinzhu was witnessing it for the first time, but at that moment, he was also blending the music with the unity of heaven and man, entering the realm of Taixuan Qinxin.
This was what Qin Shang really wanted to see—the true integration of the zither and martial arts by the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans.
Ye Yinzhu’s movements were strange.
Underneath the enormous energy attack, like enpassing all rivers, he could not dodge, nor did he plan to break through the encirclement.
In reality, the martial skill the middle-aged man used was even more terrifying than the previous energies of opposition.
If he truly tried to escape from it, he would only face a more horrifying blow.
Ye Yinzhu simply sat down on the spot, and the “Stone Above the Spring” transitioned into its fourth segment: Quietly Listen to the Virtual Window.
(To be continued.
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