I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 398 Crying and Laughing (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

In the arena, Tu Bailian's "Blood Slaughter of the Eight Desolations" was like a blood-red storm, carrying a strong killing aura, fiercely meeting the torrent of sound swords that Jiang Yi poured out from the strings of his zither.

The sharp clang of metal clashing mingled with the unique reverberation of sonic waves, causing the protective array to flash wildly and the entire valley to roar.

The crimson sword energy continuously tore apart the transparent sonic sword, but the sonic sword was like an endless tsunami, with one wave after another before the previous one subsided.

Jiang Yi sat upright like a pine tree, her ten fingers flying across the Qinghui zither like butterflies, so fast that they left afterimages.

Each pluck of the string unleashed a sharp sonic sword aura, precisely striking the weak points in Tu Bailian's frenzied attacks.

Moreover, the music played by Jiang Yi was not only filled with a sense of bleakness; despite the chaos of the battle, her music remained consistently undisturbed.

At times, the sound of the zither was as loud as rolling thunder, igniting an unnamed fire in Tu Bailian's chest, making her attacks even more ferocious, but she lost her composure, her sword energy slashing wildly in all directions, and even accidentally injuring herself under the impact of the murderous aura. However, she was affected by Jiang Yi's "Raging Waves Song" and seemed unaware of it, her eyes bloodshot.

Just as Tu Bailian's anger was about to reach its breaking point, Jiang Yi's lips curled into a smile, and the music of her zither instantly transformed into a cheerful, leaping spring. This abrupt change caused Tu Bailian, who was in a fit of rage, to suddenly feel a tightness in his chest, and he was so choked by his anger that he almost vomited blood.

Yet, a strange sense of relief involuntarily swept through her heart, like a ferocious beast drowning in carnage suddenly smelling the fragrance of flowers, causing her violent sword intent to inexplicably slow down.

Seeing an opening, Zhaoming, who was standing next to Jiang Yi, was about to make a move, but Jiang Yi stopped him with her divine sense and told Zhaoming to continue resting.

She realized that Zhaoming was obsessed with finding weaknesses in others, and he liked to exploit those weaknesses and defeat his enemy in one move.

Having finally found a good opponent to test her skills, Jiang Yi was not about to let this opportunity slip by.

The sword cultivators of the Blood Fiend Pavilion are all of genuine nature and are most easily manipulated by their emotions. Therefore, the Blood Fiend Pavilion has never liked the Burning Heart Pavilion, which cultivates swords of emotion.

Jiang Yi's zither music changed from "Laughing Pine Wind" to "Sorrowful Thoughts," melancholic and gentle. Strands of sorrow followed the sound waves and entered Tu Bailian's sea of ​​consciousness. The hardships of her past cultivation and the scenes of her loved ones dying flashed uncontrollably in her mind, causing her hand holding the sword to tremble slightly, and her fierce eyes to reveal confusion.

Jiang Yi had completely mastered Tu Bailian's attack rhythm as the music changed.

Moreover, it wasn't just Tu Bailian; the sound of the zither, unaffected by the protective array, also captivated the emotions of the surrounding sword cultivators.

Apart from the ruthless sword cultivators of the Xuanbing Pavilion who always remained expressionless, most of the other Golden Core stage sword cultivators were sometimes angry, sometimes surprised, sometimes happy, and sometimes sad.

"This is true swordsmanship that uses emotion to strike directly at the heart!"

Someone outside the stadium gasped in surprise.

"The Burning Heart Pavilion's methods of arousing desire are nothing but child's play in front of Jiang Heying!"

"To be able to make that madman from the Blood Fiend Pavilion almost cry, this Junior Sister Jiang is truly a god!"

The disciples of Burning Heart Pavilion were speechless and blushing.

The methods of flirting and arousing affection that they pursue are something they can handle with ease and effortlessness, turning them into a sharp sword to win hearts.

Halfway up the mountain.

The alluring Sword Master Xinluan of Burning Heart Pavilion suddenly stood up from her seat, staring intently at Jiang Yi and murmuring, "A single thought brings joy, another brings sorrow; the seven emotions flow and are controlled at will... This woman is well-versed in the art of touching hearts with emotions. Why... why doesn't she come to my Burning Heart Pavilion?!"

His tone was filled with amazement, regret, and bewilderment.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mi Chen Sword Lord from Wuxiang Pavilion sneered without any politeness, rolling his eyes very obviously.

"Junior Sister Xinluan, look at all these people here! Who doesn't want to snatch this little girl back to their own pavilion? Keep dreaming! You want to take her in? Take her my ass!"

The other Nascent Soul Sword Masters nodded in unison, each casting almost identical eye rolls at Xinluan Sword Master.

In the arena, Jiang Yi's "Lament of the Wind" was low and sobbing, as if telling the deepest despair in the world. This profound sorrow instantly struck the deep, unhealable wounds in Tu Bailian's heart.

"Father! Mother! Your child has failed you so badly!!"

A heart-wrenching wail drowned out the music and the clang of the sword. The Blood Fiend female cultivator, who had just been acting like a madwoman, suddenly collapsed to her knees, pounding her chest and crying out in pain. Tears streamed down her face, her voice shrill and mournful, "I finally mastered the Killing Sword, able to personally sever the head of my enemy, but he died ten years ago! I can't avenge my parents with my own hands, so what's the use of all this skill I've acquired? Father! Mother! All my training has been useless! All my training has failed you!!"

Amid Tu Bailian's cries of pain, Jiang Yi's zither music accompanied her perfectly, as if heaven and earth were mourning her lament.

The intense, poignant resonance spread through the music, bringing tears to the eyes of many sentimental onlookers.

The male disciples of Burning Heart Pavilion, feeling the same way, had red eyes and trembling lips, unable to control themselves.

Seeing Tu Bailian kneeling there, covering his face with his hands, crying his heart out, Jiang Yi pressed down on the strings of his zither and sighed.

"Senior Sister Tu, don't be too sad. The fact that you are alive is the greatest comfort to your parents. How about I play you another song, 'Laughing Pine Breeze,' to cheer you up? Life is still beautiful."

"stop!!"

Tu Bailian suddenly looked up, her voice shrill and off-key, her eyes trembling with terror.

Jiang Yi is quite ruthless to have scared even the most fearless madmen of the Blood Fiend Pavilion like this.

Tu Bailian wiped away her tears and waved her hands frantically, "Stop playing! Please don't play anymore, Grandma! I give up! I give up, okay?"

She didn't want to cry and wail in public and then laugh out loud; the image was too vivid for her to bear. What would become of her reputation as Tu Bailian? Was she just going to stop living after today?
Tu Bailian stood up with his sword, gave a swift bow, sniffed, and rushed out of the arena without looking back. He flew away on his sword, not even bothering to watch the last two final matches.

Jiang Heying... wins!

The voice of the Shadowless Sword Master carried a hint of helplessness and numbness that even he himself was unaware of; he was too lazy to make judgments anymore.

Jiang Yi let out a soft breath, feeling somewhat exhausted. The "Qin Xin Jue" was incredibly powerful, but it also consumed a great deal of mental energy, especially when playing the Seven Emotions Melody. Her mind could not relax even slightly, otherwise she would suffer heavy losses herself.

Just as everyone was still immersed in Jiang Yi's astonishing mastery of the zither and sword and the dramatic scene of Tu Bailian's collapse and surrender, a calm voice rang out.

"Star Chess Pavilion, Star Pivot, please enlighten me, Junior Sister Jiang."

A figure appeared silently in the arena; it was none other than Xing Shu, the strongest Golden Core cultivator in Xingyi Pavilion at present.

He wore a jade-green Taoist robe embroidered with intricate star trail patterns. His face was not particularly handsome, but he exuded an extraordinary composure and confidence.

Xing Shu's eyes were clear and deep, like a lake reflecting the stars. A faint smile played on his lips as his gaze swept over the Qinghui Qin on Jiang Yi's lap, over the still-recovering Zhao Ming, and finally back to Jiang Yi's slightly tired but still bright face.

"Junior Sister Jiang has fought a series of battles, displaying all her skills in a spectacular manner. Xingyi Pavilion cultivates the Heavenly Mystery Sword Dao and is skilled in observing celestial phenomena and deducing ever-changing situations. I have already taken full account of Junior Sister's various wonderful techniques."

Xing Shu's voice was calm and unhurried, carrying a sense of certainty that he had everything under control.

"Junior Sister Jiang, do you dare to make a bet with me? I am confident of victory in this round."

This composure and confidence, this "I have seen through everything" attitude, did not seem ridiculous after Jiang Yi's previous incomprehensible behavior. Instead, it brought heavy pressure to the onlookers.

The crowd whispered amongst themselves.

"Could it be that he has really found a way to restrain Jiang Yi's monstrous methods?"

"The people in Xingyi Pavilion are all incredibly clever; no one can outsmart them. It's quite possible."

"Wow, I'm really looking forward to this match. I really want to see Senior Brother Xing Shu defeat Jiang Heying."

"Yes, Jiang Heying is already unrealistically strong. If she can still win, it would be too incredible."

Everyone perked up, their eyes fixed intently on the two people in the arena.

Even the other Nascent Soul cultivators from the Sword Pavilion straightened their backs, leaned forward, and stared intently at the scene.

(End of this chapter)