Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 184 Singing and Flute Whistling

"Iron Cry is dead?"

"Yes, he actually fought back against Chu Tianshu for twelve moves, which is already quite remarkable."

However, those twelve moves were so fast that they seemed like a single move. To someone with poor eyesight, the twelve variations appeared as a single, dazzling sword strike amidst a misty haze.

The iron whistling sound was cleaved in two.

On the second floor of the ship, the glow of dusk shone through the windows, and the ripples on the lake were reflected on the windows like shimmering golden waves.

The entire room was filled with a magnificent color.

Lord Liuyun sat leisurely by the window, holding a teapot, pouring out a stream of water, and asked another question.

"Chu Tianshu...knows the Demon Blade Technique?"

Ye Zongsheng said, "It shouldn't be. His fighting style is powerful and domineering, and his swordsmanship changes like lightning. Even if he were holding an iron rod instead of a sword, it wouldn't make a difference."

The Demonic Sect's signature sword technique naturally brought out the full potential of that treasured sword.

When Chu Tianshu held that knife, it was almost as if people had forgotten that it was a curved blade.

That is definitely not the martial arts style of the Demonic Sect.

"It's really weird."

Lord Liuyun poured himself a full cup of tea.

The water level had risen slightly above the cup, and the emerald green tea resembled a clear, bright gemstone.

He placed his fingers beside the teacup, but did not immediately pick it up.

Because his state of mind at that moment was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

If you hold that cup of tea with that mindset, some tea will inevitably spill.

Lord Liuyun was utterly baffled: "How exactly did he find the leader of the Demonic Sect?"

If the leader of the Demonic Cult is still at the headquarters and has been found, it would be easier for people to understand.

However, the leader of the Demonic Cult should have already set off by then, and even the followers at the main headquarters would not know exactly which path he took or where he arrived.

Ye Zongsheng had the same question in his mind.

Because he had personally witnessed Chu Tianshu appear, carrying that demonic blade, his confusion was mixed with a deep sense of shock.

The Demonic Sect's sword has a very high reputation in the Central Plains martial arts world.

Many people have heard of, or even seen, images related to, that knife.

The lingering, eerie ferocity emanating from the knife made it even clearer that they hadn't made a mistake.

In particular, Ye Zongsheng had personally witnessed the Demonic Sect Leader unleash such a sword technique on the Lord of Liuyun Mansion.

Such a figure was quietly defeated in a place unknown to everyone, and even his treasured sword was taken away.

Even with his original confidence in Lord Liuyun, Ye Zongsheng couldn't help but waver somewhat in the face of that moment's shock.

"For tomorrow's battle, the Lord of the Manor has instructed me to bring all thirty-seven Flowing Cloud Guards to the island as well."

Ye Zongsheng said, "Perhaps when they targeted the leader of the Demonic Cult, it wasn't a one-on-one situation."

Lord Liuyun stared at the cup of tea, slowly picked it up, and drank it all in one gulp.

"He wouldn't resort to such tactics in a duel in front of everyone."

"Your mind is in turmoil. What you need to do is keep an eye on the remnants that have emerged this time."

"His killing of the Demonic Cult leader may not be a bad thing. Everything has become more straightforward. What we originally planned to use to guard against the Demonic Cult can now be used to target his side."

Lord Liuyun faced the rosy glow outside the window and waved his sleeve.

"You may step down. The duel is scheduled for tomorrow. I need to focus all my energy on martial arts."

Ye Zongsheng felt that the entire room was filled with a warm, light gold atmosphere.

He felt as if he had been carried away by the sunset, and for a moment he couldn't quite put his finger on which part of his body had been subjected to the force first.

The guards standing outside the door watched as he slowly floated out of the house, and the door was already closed.

Everything just fell into place.

The guards did not hear any strong wind that could blow a person away.

But they also saw the glow shining through the paper of the doors and windows.

The room was filled with light that lingered.

Even late at night, the room, which had no lights on, was still filled with a bright glow.

It is unlike any other place that relies on the light and shadow of lanterns.

Lord Liuyun, holding an iron flute in his hand, remained seated by the window, his eyes half-closed and his breathing barely audible.

Only after his invisible inner force was released did it light up.

Therefore, it doesn't have that feeling of a single light source with the strongest radiance.

His entire silhouette was still clearly visible as he sat in this brightly lit interior.

Light and air flowed gently and changed constantly, while his body remained still.

After midnight, more and more boats appeared on the lake.

It was already the first day of the new month.

People with all sorts of thoughts came to the lake under the cover of night, and they all noticed the brightly lit room on the large ship.

They were either wiping their knives at the bow or sitting quietly inside the boat, all waiting.

As the eastern sky gradually brightens, the light in the room gradually fades away.

The sky was already white, but the sun had not yet risen.

The scenery of the lake and mountains is refreshingly cool.

A small boat then came from the shore.

The lake's water is rarely this clear and mirror-like for a few days each year.

The other ships seemed to be ornaments that had already been placed on this large mirror, each with its own place.

Only this small boat, with a ripple of water, slowly floats on the mirror-like surface, full of vitality, and has not yet stopped.

Chu Tianshu stood on the small boat and slowly approached Kangshan Island.

The people of Liuyun Prefecture all stared at the small boat.

Whether it was the towering ship or the small boats moored, everyone's nerves were on edge.

Just then, a faint flute melody drifted from the second deck of the ship.

"Ok?"

No one expected that someone in Liuyun Mansion would have the leisure to play the flute and make music at such a time.

But as soon as the flute music started...

The oppressive atmosphere caused by Chu Tianshu's sudden appearance with the Demonic Sect's treasured sword yesterday has lessened considerably. The Southern Shaolin disciples, who had already arrived by boat around the island, all went to the bow of their boat, their faces extremely solemn.

No matter what the people of Liuyun Prefecture are doing now, in their eyes, there must be something fishy going on.

"Sonic energy?"

As Zen Master Miaokong turned his prayer beads, this thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately wanted to recite a sutra to disrupt the melody.

Who knew that the flute music was like a surging wave, and at first listen, it seemed delicate.

Before we knew it, wave after wave had passed.

When Zen Master Miaokong tried to unleash the Lion's Roar, he immediately entered the realm of sonic power and faced the pressure head-on.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Sweat condensed on his bald head and nose at a visible speed.

Many people on the lake also realized that something was wrong at this time.

The flute music, at its very first note, dispelled the oppression Chu Tianshu had brought yesterday, but conversely, it created an even more chilling sense of oppression.

The rise and fall of the tone is like searching and probing the level of each school and each type of internal skill.

As the flute notes rise and become melodious.

The internal energy of the vast majority of people has been involuntarily controlled by this sound wave.

The internal energy fluctuates, sometimes rising and sometimes falling.

Many experts standing at the bow of the boat, with their internal force suddenly dropping, caused the boat planks to break open due to the pressure, and the lake water had already rushed into the boat.

In a short while, more than a dozen ships had sunk to the bottom of the water.

Unfortunately, the people on the boat were all controlled by the sound of the whistle. Their faces showed a struggle, but their bodies were stiff. As the boat sank, the water level had already reached above their knees.

Those ships that hadn't sunk yet were all terrified, doing their utmost to suppress their inner strength.

Chu Tianshu's eyes flickered.

Although he himself was not greatly affected, he felt the infinite mysteries and ingenious variations within the music.

If one tries to forcefully suppress it with methods like a howling sound, it will consume a great deal of internal energy.

If left unchecked, the flute music enveloping the island will create an increasingly terrifying atmosphere.

Chu Tianshu could already see the hazy, rosy hues in the sky, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

This Lord of Liuyun Palace was able to utilize the power of the Misty Cloud Realm without even making a direct move.

The inner strength and intense inner struggles of the experts present became the triggers he used to manipulate the mist and clouds.

Lu Shuangyan, who was on Xiahou's ship, also gazed at the sky and felt the power of the mist and clouds.

To break this method, it seems the only way is to rush to the ship and get to the room where the Lord of Liuyun Mansion has been sitting in meditation for a long time.

"Guang...Cheng...Zi!"

Chu Tianshu looked up at the ship and sang loudly, his voice carrying far.

He randomly picked out a sentence that was somewhat fitting from the miscellaneous books he had read.

But the sentence itself is not the most important thing.

Importantly, his pronunciation was perfectly timed, coinciding with each nuance of the flute's sound.

"Guang Chengzi, twelve hundred years old, reclining high in the cold clouds of Kongtong. Teacher of emperors, dweller of heaven and earth, free and unrestrained..."

The flute melody quickened, Chu Tianshu's words becoming increasingly urgent; then the flute melody slowed, Chu Tianshu's words becoming more relaxed.

The two seemed to have some kind of tacit understanding, but in reality, Chu Tianshu was holding onto the sound of the flute.

"By the willow's shade, beneath the pine's shadow, straighten your spine and let all worldly ties be severed. Lock the restless mind, tame the wandering will, and chat about immortality..."

He used every fleeting premonition to capture the next note in the flute's melody.

Make sure the words you say are in perfect sync with the beat.

The sound spread further and further, echoing throughout the island's mountains and forests.

The people, whose bodies were half submerged in the lake, suddenly let out a long howl, jumped out of the water, and took temporary refuge on a nearby boat.

"Lord Putian, Lie Yukou, riding the wind, he pierced through heaven and earth. He summoned the Southern Star and the Northern Dipper, and in his dreams, he was carefree..."

Those who had not yet sunk but were struggling felt a sudden surge of composure and a sense of comfort throughout their bodies.

One by one, their brows relaxed, and their faces radiated with joy.

Chu Tianshu's figure suddenly leaped into the air.

He strolled leisurely across the water, traversing several dozen feet of the lake, until he reached the reef.

Because the ships from Liuyun Prefecture never landed on the island, this reef was actually the closest place to the ships.

Behind the reef is a low cliff facing the rising sun.

In front of the reef, there is a narrow strip of sunlit water and the shadows of the ships.

The wondrous flute music seemed to be mostly trapped back in this shadow.

The sound layered upon layer, but its spread was far less than before.

"No traps, no pretense, the sun and moon may come and go, but they will not decay."

Chu Tianshu spoke to the ship, his voice rising higher and higher, so loud it seemed to stop the clouds in their tracks.

"A boat sailing against the current, oars turned, clearing away the wind and debris..."

On the ship, the hundreds of people from Liuyun Mansion felt their ears ringing.

The flute music and singing made many people dizzy and sway from side to side.

The flute's melody suddenly soared to its highest point, as if gold and jade had shattered and a silver bell had broken.

Immediately afterwards, a sliver of dark light shone through the second-floor window.

The sound of the flute was still echoing on the lake when the iron flute arrived, cutting through the wind and pointing straight at the reef.

Chu Tianshu waved his hand.

He flung the iron flute away, piercing through a small reef and embedding it in another, higher reef.

On the second deck of the ship, a swift, fleeting shadow appeared, flashing towards us.

The nearly twenty-zhang distance was covered by the Lord of Liuyun Mansion using his height advantage, without the slightest pause.

No sooner had the iron flute been knocked away than he appeared in front of Chu Tianshu.

Her right shoulder leaned forward, her long hair fluttering wildly.

Lord Liuyun bumped into him with his shoulder.

The two were still five feet apart.

A powerful surge of energy was already hurtling towards the main gate of Chu Tianshu's central palace.

(End of this chapter)