Xiao Manxuan at that mont was playing a tune on the zither which was wholly different from the piano piece she had previously played, the sound of the zither carried an invisible, spirited montum. The music traveled far in the quiet night, reaching outside the Tower Forest, leaving a crowd of people greatly surprised.
In an era dominated by synthesized electronic music, this simple zither sound touched everyone’s hearts. Lin Tian, observing the reactions of the people outside, once again realized the high level of Xiao Manxuan’s musical talents, which not only ordinary people enjoyed, but even those with special identities were no exception.
Not until Xiao Manxuan had finished playing did anyone outside interrupt. After the end of the lody, the first to speak was a Japanese person, a ninja said, "Old monk, there are already people inside the tower, yet you still pretend to bar us entry."
Lin Tian, who already disliked these self-proclaid superior Japanese, shook his head and said to Xiao Manxuan, "We should go down, otherwise, your sister will beco anxious."
"Okay, sure." The little girl, having received the ancient zither, was in a good mood, unaware that so unwelco guests had already arrived outside.
She reached out to pick up the ancient zither, but as her hand touched the base of the zither, a cracking sound echoed, followed by a burst of yellow light flying out from inside the zither, passing through the window, and shooting straight into the Tower Forest.
Wow, what the heck, not only Xiao Manxuan, but Lin Tian was also startled; how could a well-kept ancient zither suddenly emit a beam of yellow light.
"Lin Tian, what was that thing that just flew out?" Xiao Manxuan picked up the zither and checked it from top to bottom but noticed nothing unusual.
"I don’t know either." Lin Tian had not noticed at the ti—who would expect sothing to fly out of a zither. He shifted his penetrating gaze over it and saw a golden yellow sword with an ancient design flying in the air. There were natural cloud patterns on both sides of the blade, which were light purple and looked like burning flas.
What kind of sword was this? Lin Tian also couldn’t understand; he had clearly heard a distinct crack sound, which might have been triggered by Xiao Manxuan touching so chanism.
The direction in which the sword flew was toward the entrance of the relic tower forest. After traveling so distance, the sword seed to have run out of montum and fell outside the entrance, slanting as it embedded itself within the bluestone.
Such a sharp sword! Lin Tian, observing the half of the sword’s blade embedded in the stone, silently praised it. The sudden appearance of the golden sword had attracted everyone’s attention.
"That’s the sword, the purple fla cloud pattern on the blade matches exactly with the data!" exclaid a Japanese ninja, wanting to rush over but was held back by a companion.
When he ca to his senses, realizing the hostile glances around him, he cald down. It seed their target was indeed this sword; Lin Tian finally understood the situation.
Is there sothing special about this sword? It looks pretty nice, but Lin Tian didn’t know why these people wanted the golden sword. He and Xiao Manxuan descended while keeping an eye on the situation outside.
But soon soone answered the question for him—a vampire dashed toward the golden sword, moving so quickly that it created illusions along the way. The white-dressed lady didn’t move, the Demon Exorcism Girl also remained still, the Japanese ninjas failed to react in ti, and by the ti they thought to stop him, the vampire’s hand was already on the sword’s hilt.
"We agreed, whoever gets it, it’s theirs, now this sword is mine," said the vampire. No sooner had he finished speaking than he felt a burning pain in his hand gripping the sword.
Then, a bizarre scene occurred. The purple fla patterns on the golden sword seed to flash, and the vampire’s hand burst into flas. The flas were a faint purple and spread up along his arm.
The vampire tried to extinguish the flas imdiately, but no matter what he did, his arm continued to burn.
"Ahh..." He let out a piercing, agonizing scream, his true form uncontrollably revealed. His face was pale, the skin around his eyes laced with black veins, and his mouth, agape, displayed the sharp teeth of a vampire, looking imnsely horrifying.
This strange sight stunned everyone present. If there was anyone still composed, it was undoubtedly the old Zen master, who had fallen over. He looked pityingly at the miserable vampire, chanted the Buddhist mantra "Amitabha," and then muttered so words as if performing a soul-releasing ritual.
With a "swoosh," the vampire’s companion rushed over, raised his hand like a knife, and fiercely chopped down at the base of the burning arm, severing it completely.
They then dragged the vampire away from the golden sword. The severed arm fell to the blue brick floor, continued burning, and soon turned to black ash. Then, a night breeze blew, the ashes slowly scattered, leaving no trace behind.
The vampire who narrowly escaped death looked terrifyingly at the golden sword and dared not approach it. A flash of blood illuminated the stump of his arm, and the severed limb actually regrew. However, after the arm regenerated, Lin Tian could feel that the vampire’s energy had substantially weakened. It seed this rebirth was severely energy-draining.
Seeing this, Lin Tian felt fortunate he had not intercepted the yellow light, or he might have suffered the sa fate. He thought about what would happen if the golden sword impaled the vampire’s heart—wouldn’t the vampire burst into flas? He wondered if the sword would burn zombies as well.
Soon, Lin Tian and another person walked out of the Tower Forest. People from several groups focused their attention on them, then noticed the guqin the old Zen master had ntioned.
"Xuanxuan, Lin Tian, co over here. It’s too dangerous here," Miss called out, waving them over.
Lin Tian glanced at the girl in the purple dress, the Demon Exorcism Girl, noticing her strange gaze, but she seed not to recognize him as that zombie. He just felt an odd sensation around the girl, unsure what it was, so he decided to first head over to Miss.
As they passed by the old Zen master, Xiao Manxuan nodded and said, "Thank you, Zen Master. I really like this guqin."
"Amitabha, Master Xiao, you needn’t thank . It is destined to be yours. From the music earlier, it should have found its rightful owner. Well done, indeed," the old Zen master counted his beads and smiled faintly.
Such composure is indeed enviable, remaining unfazed even surrounded by formidable enemies.
When Lin Tian approached Miss, he took a closer look at the woman in white up close. The more he looked, the more ethereal she seed. Although her face was covered, Lin Tian could see through her eyebrows and eyes that the woman in white wore no makeup whatsoever, possessing a natural, sculptural beauty.
There she stood amid the night, her white chiffon dress billowing with the wind, as if she might fly to the Nine Heavens at any mont, a fairy, sacred and noble. Noble indeed, but emitting a distant aura that seed to keep others at bay, deterring anyone from approaching.
However, Lin Tian was never one to back down, even to a fairy. Smiling, he walked towards the "fairy."
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