I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 300 The Seven Emotions Melody (Seeking monthly votes)

After resolving the issues in Yuyang City, True Lord Huiyuan led Jiang Yi, Zhao Cangyun, and Shang Shixu back to the sect.

The sect leader will send Chishongzi to resolve the issue of incorporating the Qin and Zhang families. The sect is currently short-handed, and in addition to managing the palaces and temples of the Cangling Sect in the mortal realm, Chishongzi also has a part-time job in the Internal Affairs Hall.

I wonder if he gets double pay. Even cultivating immortality requires being treated like a beast of burden—it's too miserable!

Upon returning to the sect, Shang Shixu was taken away by Huiyuan to meet the sect leader and explain the whole story.

Jiang Yi said that Shang Shixu would be fine, after all, he was a disciple recognized by the True Lord of the Dark Sun. Zhao Cangyun was still worried about Shang Shixu, so he secretly followed him to the Three Micro Peaks, while Jiang Yi returned to the Pomegranate Moon Peak by himself.

Upon arriving at Yunlu, Hua Gu and Hong Li, like weary birds returning to their nest, came out of the sword-nurturing gourd on their own. Hua Gu began to clean and tidy up the wildly growing flowers and plants that had grown over the past ten years.

Hongli also took the initiative to clean up its long-unused alchemy room, and even chased the little snow demons out of Youxian Ferry to help.

Over the years, the number of snow fairies in Youxian Ferry who are skilled at shapeshifting and know how to follow orders has reached thirty.

There are still over a hundred silly little snow demons left who can't be trained. They are all inside the Yin-Yang Fall, absorbing its power to continue evolving and splitting into new little snow demons.

The little snow fairies still turned into dazed versions of Xuan Hui. Hong Li jumped onto the stone table in the courtyard and gave nonsensical commands, causing the little snow fairies to run around in circles, bump into each other, and then spit at each other and fight like the Blood Ginseng Doll.

These little snow fairies imitate everything they see. Before, they imitated the Leaf-eared Rabbit hopping around, and now they're imitating the Blood Ginseng Dolls fighting.

Jiang Yi watched with a smile for a while, and then Aunt Hua tidied up the pavilion for her, came over, supported her waist, and pushed her into the pavilion to rest.

There was a letter on the table in the pavilion. Judging from the handwriting, it was left by Xuan Hui, who left three years ago.

[You brat, the Lord sent me to find her, and the letter didn't mention you at all. You just stay in the sect and cultivate, understand?]

The very first sentence made Jiang Yi imagine Xuan Hui laughing triumphantly.

[Among the rare and precious materials used by Hua Gu to form her core, I discovered one after extensive reading: a special material called 'Gang Sha Lei Jing' is produced on the snow-capped peaks near Yunzhan Pass in the northwest of Beixuan. It is formed after the collision of Xuanbing and Tian Lei and the erosion by the strong winds for thousands of years.]

[Currently, this material seems to be the most suitable. If you're going through customs, you can try looking for it there. If you really can't find it, send me a message. I won't help you, hahaha.]

"childish!"

Jiang Yi put down the letter, feeling that Xuan Hui's temperament was not as mature as Zhao Cangyun's. It was because his master had protected him too well. Xuan Hui had never experienced the harsh realities of the cultivation world, nor had he ever racked his brains for survival, so he had always been so naive and willful.

It's okay, now it's her turn to be pampered by her master, hehehe~
Jiang Yi smiled as she entered Youxian Ferry and went straight to the Inheritance Hall.

Inside the hall, the cloud-patterned floor tiles shimmered with tiny specks of light, and seven golden threads intertwined to form a net, separating the white jade zither on the dark long table from the outside world.

The body of the zither was like solidified frost and snow, with a blue light shining through the middle section of its belly. The phantom of a sword was faintly visible within the jade body of the zither, and its resonant sound echoed the sword energy and sea of ​​clouds outside the hall.

Jiang Yi sat cross-legged in front of the seven-stringed barrier, with the Floating Life Qin lying across his lap. His fingertips traced the scorch marks on the lightning-struck wood of the qin. He closed his eyes and regulated his breathing for a moment before suddenly plucking the first string.

Zheng!
The Heavenly Melody of Demon Slaying suddenly rose, and the seven golden threads trembled in response, rippling under the impact of the sound waves.

Jiang Yi's fingers flew across the strings, the music sometimes sounding like the clash of swords and the rustling of wind through a ravine. Every sound wave that struck the barrier caused the golden threads to vibrate violently, and the echoes reverberated endlessly throughout the hall.

When the music reaches its climax, all seven strings resonate.

Jiang Yi's eyes sharpened, and the Broken Tribulation Sword transformed into a line of azure light that shot out, carrying the fierce sword intent accumulated over ten years. Propelled by the sound waves, it appeared like a thunderclap.

laugh--

The seven golden threads snapped instantly!

The moment the restriction shattered, the flowing clouds on the Qinghui Qin suddenly solidified, and the strings vibrated on their own, emitting a clear and melodious sound that spread out in circles of spiritual energy within the hall.

Putting away the Floating Life Zither, Jiang Yi slowly walked to the table, looking down at the zither and the Hidden Scale Sword inside its body.

Although it was a spiritual artifact, she still preferred the Floating Life Zither in her hand at this moment. Moreover, spiritual artifacts would consume more true essence for her current cultivation level, and she might not be able to unleash their full power.

The Yaoling Sword always gives her the feeling that it will drain her fire spirit root every time she holds it.

Let's leave the zither and sword for now and use them after we reach the Core Formation stage.

Jiang Yi withdrew her gaze and looked at the seven scrolls of bamboo slips piled up beside the table.

Each scroll of bamboo slips is a musical score, corresponding to the seven emotions of joy, anger, worry, sorrow, fear, and shock. It is a follow-up to the "Qin Xin Jue" (The Secret of the Qin Heart).

Each piece of music has a different function when used against an enemy or against oneself.

"The music can even distinguish between friend and foe, is that amazing?"

For example, the poem "Lament of the Sorrowful Wind," which corresponds to the word "sorrow," has a low and mournful tone that can evoke painful memories in the enemy and undermine their fighting spirit. On oneself, however, one can draw strength from sorrow, becoming more courageous in battle and stronger with each injury.

The poem "Laughing Pine Breeze," corresponding to the character "Joy," can cause enemies to experience excessive elation; those with weak willpower may laugh uncontrollably. For one's own side, it boosts morale and accelerates the recovery of true energy.

Moreover, these seven pieces can be selected and layered for performance, such as "Raging Waves" combined with "Thunderous Change," to incite the enemy's rage and fear, driving them into a frenzy where they disregard friend and foe, harming both themselves and the enemy. The Seven Emotions Pieces demand a very high level of mental state, requiring the player to have a calm and unaffected mind, not to be influenced by the music they are playing.

This is not difficult for Jiang Yi now, after all, she is an old aunt who has experienced many ups and downs, no longer a naive young girl.

"I'm so happy to learn a new song!"

Behind the screen behind the piano table are two quiet rooms.

To the left is an elegant resting place, with a low sandalwood couch, a crane-shaped bronze lamp, and bamboo slips and tea sets displayed on the antique shelf. The chessboard by the window still has an unfinished game, as if the owner has only temporarily left.

The shimmering water reflected through the window paper onto the painting of "Clear Sounds Cleansing the Dust," adding a touch of otherworldly elegance.

The wood-making room on the right smells wonderful, with gleaming carving knives scattered on the long table, and various kinds of wood piled up in the corner, their grain revealing glints of light.

On the wall, a jade box holds strings made of ice silkworm silk, and an unknown glue in a pottery jar is like amber. An unfinished zither leans against the wall, and blueprints are nailed to half of the wall.

Jiang Yi glanced around and thought that after Hua Gu and Hong Li formed their cores and took human form, the two-story bamboo courtyard could be used for them to live in.

Zhenshan Duanjin has been living in the puppet workshop by the Sword Washing Pool, and Zhenshan spends most of his time sleeping directly in the earth fire.

The Heart-Piercing Mirror resides in the Sword-Washing Pool, while the Radiant Spirit Sword dwells in Sword Tomb Mountain; each has its own home.

She moved here!
“From now on, it will no longer be called the Hall of Inheritance… The pine breeze rustles through the pines, caressing the white stone zither; it will be called the Pine Breeze Pavilion.”

Jiang Yi personally found a wooden board to make a plaque, carved the three characters "Songfeng Pavilion" with her sword energy, and asked Duan Jin to decorate it further before hanging it at the entrance of the main hall.

After leaving Youxian Ferry, Jiang Yi took a scroll of musical score and leisurely studied it in the octagonal pavilion.

"Hua Gu, when you're done with your work, please invite Pu Ning and Wu Shuang over for a chat. Hong Li, I'd like to have hot pot. Please prepare it."

Whoosh!

嘤~
As Jiang Yi strummed the strings, she unconsciously drifted off into thought about her future core formation.

She laid a good foundation this time, achieving a top-grade Dao foundation, and also regained her fire spirit root. The cultivation technique she practiced was a heaven-grade technique passed down by the Azure Emperor and the Kun Emperor.

Forming a top-grade golden core is no problem for her, and she is not afraid of anything, including inner demons.

The only thing I'm worried about is a heavenly tribulation.

She now vaguely understood the deeper meaning behind the Azure Emperor's words, "Can those who steal fortune escape divine punishment?"

The fortune she stole was not only reborn into the cultivation world, but also resurrected from the dead, and now she has obtained the inheritances of the Azure Emperor, the Qin Emperor, and the Kun Emperor. She has gained benefits and also taken on the karma of the three emperors.

Having stolen the destiny of Xuanwu, she will surely not be tolerated by Heaven.

Therefore, before she could form her core, she not only had to prepare the materials for Hua Gu and Hong Li to form their cores and find a way to contract with multiple natal demon spirits, but also had to prepare to face the deadly heavenly tribulation.

"It's a pity this lazy immortal is really lazy. What special ability does the third level of the Sleeping Immortal Technique have? She wrote 'forgot' for me?"

Jiang Yi had never heard of such an unreliable immortal.

Since realizing that laziness is true freedom, she cut off the burdens in her heart, and explained things clearly to her mother, her laziness has been increasing rapidly from the inside out. Her Sleeping Immortal Technique has made remarkable progress, and the efficiency of automatically cultivating the technique while sleeping is also very high.

She already had a vague feeling that she was about to break through to the third level of the Sleeping Immortal Technique ahead of schedule.

clang--

clang--

clang--

Suddenly, three long chimes rang out, and before the echoes had faded, two short, sharp chimes followed.

Three long and two short, repeating three times, the vibrations of the bronze bell pierced through the sea of ​​clouds and spread throughout the twelve peaks of Cangyun.

Jiang Yi's fingertips paused, and the music stopped abruptly.

"The war clock is ringing?!"

Her heart sank suddenly. Before she could think further, a blue light suddenly appeared on the identity token at her waist, and a cold voice pierced her consciousness.

"All disciples at the mid-to-late Foundation Establishment stage, assemble at the main peak plaza immediately! Those who delay will be punished according to sect rules!"

The light on the token suddenly went out, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the lingering sound of the bell could be heard.

Is this... an impending demonic tide?
(End of this chapter)