One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

The afternoon sun was quite scorching, making the bluestone pavement of the drill ground slightly hot.

After the series of farcical events that morning, coupled with the bizarre injury of that foul-mouthed audience member, the atmosphere at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony became somewhat strange.

The initial excitement had dissipated considerably, replaced by a suppressed, somewhat inquisitive, and somber mood.

The final match of Group B, White Tiger, is about to begin.

In the stands, the audience was still whispering among themselves, but their voices were noticeably quieter than before.

Everyone's gaze, intentionally or unintentionally, swept toward that shady corner on the sidelines.

There, the figure in the tattered Taoist robe slowly stood up, stretched, and then swayed towards the center of the arena.

Zhang Chu.

Now, this name has become an enigma on Longhu Mountain.

Some say he is a hidden master, some say he is a plant arranged by the Celestial Master's Mansion, and some even claim that he is actually a wicked cultivator who knows sorcery.

But no matter how you look at it.

The three large holes in the wall, which have not yet been fully repaired, are still there in a real way.

"Next match: the final of Group B, White Tiger!"

The referee, a Taoist priest, stood in the center of the arena, glanced at the roster in his hand, and spoke in a loud voice:

"Celestial Master's Mansion, Zhang Chu!"

"Against..."

"Phantom Sound Pavilion, Liu Ruyan!"

The voice just fell.

A pink figure, like a butterfly flitting among flowers, landed lightly on the arena.

It was a man with an extremely effeminate appearance, dressed in a pink robe, holding a jade flute that looked as green as jade.

Although he was a man, his every smile and gesture, even the corner of his eye, exuded an indescribable charm.

Huan Yin Fang.

A very special sect in the world of supernatural beings.

They do not practice physical training or swordsmanship; they specialize in music and mental attacks.

Legend has it that the masters of the Illusionary Sound Pavilion can use a single piece of music to rip out a person's heart in a state of ecstasy.

After landing, Liu Ruyan did not adopt an attacking stance like Zhao Dalong and the others had done before.

in contrast.

Swish!

His toes touched the ground, and he instantly floated backward a full twenty meters.

He didn't stop until he reached the very edge of the ring, with his back against the railing.

This action immediately drew sighs from the stands.

"You're already chickening out?"

"They've retreated this far before even starting the fight?"

Liu Ruyan ignored the boos from those around her.

His long, narrow, alluring eyes were fixed on Zhang Taichu, who was standing in the center of the room, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He's not stupid.

The example of those three idiots, Zhao Dalong, is right there for all to see.

That Taoist's close-range explosive power was terrifying; he was practically a humanoid beast.

Engage in close combat with this kind of person?

That's like lighting a lantern in the toilet—it's suicidal.

"As long as we keep our distance..."

Liu Ruyan took a deep breath and gripped the jade flute tightly in her hand:

"As long as I don't give him a chance to get close, with my methods, killing him is as easy as killing an ant!"

With that thought in mind, Liu Ruyan no longer hesitated.

He slowly placed the jade flute to his lips.

woo-

A mournful yet melodious flute note instantly resounded throughout the entire venue.

But this is just the beginning.

As the flute music began, a visible pink wave of energy surged out from the holes in the jade flute.

The energy wave did not directly attack Zhang Taichu, but instead spread rapidly, like a pink mist, enveloping most of the training ground in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, a sweet and cloying fragrance filled the air.

The aroma wasn't pungent; on the contrary, it made one's bones feel weak after smelling it.

In the stands, the spectators who were initially making noise gradually quieted down.

Their eyes began to glaze over, and a silly smile unconsciously crept onto their lips.

"Hehe... What a huge wine tank..."

"So many American aluminums..."

"I can't take it anymore... I want to fly..."

Even the Taoist priest who was the judge with slightly weaker composure was now unsteady on his feet, holding his forehead as the scene before him began to distort and overlap.

The ultimate skill of the Illusionary Sound Pavilion—The Melodious Sound.

This is not merely an attack of sound, but a hallucinogenic poison that directly affects the soul.

Zhang Taichu, who was at the very center of the sound wave, was now completely enveloped by the pink mist.

He remained standing in the same spot, his hands tucked into his sleeves.

But those once bright eyes now seemed to have lost focus, becoming dull and lifeless.

His body swayed slightly, like a drunk person who was about to collapse at any moment.

Seeing this scene.

A flash of wild joy appeared in Liu Ruyan's eyes.

"I won!"

"Even if you are a grandmaster of physical martial arts, if your spiritual cultivation is insufficient, you will still have to kneel before my seductive music!"

Liu Ruyan did not stop playing immediately.

He maintained the frequency of the flute music while moving his feet.

His movements were extremely strange and silent, like a venomous snake gliding through the grass.

One step, two steps, three steps...

He moved around to Zhang Taichu's side.

Zhang Taichu remained unresponsive, staring blankly at the void before him, as if some breathtakingly beautiful scene had captivated his entire being.

Liu Ruyan's smile deepened, and the murderous intent in her eyes grew stronger.

At this moment, he was less than five steps away from Zhang Taichu.

This is a golden opportunity.

Liu Ruyan's right hand, which had been pressing on the flute hole, suddenly loosened its grip.

With a flick of the wrist.

A dagger gleaming with a cold, blue light appeared in his palm without him even noticing.

The flute music continued, only becoming more urgent and shrill, like a death knell.

At that instant, Liu Ruyan's figure suddenly shot up!

There were no fancy moves.

It all boils down to one word—fast!

Like a pink lightning bolt, it instantly covered the last few meters.

The dagger in his hand went straight for Zhang Taichu's throat!

"Go to hell!"

Liu Ruyan roared inwardly, a ferocious smile of a victor appearing on her face.

Nearly.

closer.

The dagger's sharpness had even pierced the skin on Zhang Taichu's neck, creating a faint gust of air.

however.

In that fatal blow, just a fraction of a second before it pierced his throat.

Ding.

A faint, crisp sound rang out.

Liu Ruyan's forward-charging figure, her ferocious smile, and her determined strike.

In that instant.

Freeze all.

The mesmerizing flute music playing in the training ground also came to an abrupt end.

Liu Ruyan's eyes widened, her pupils contracted sharply, and her eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

His gaze slowly moved downwards.

He saw that his own dagger, sharp enough to cut through iron like mud and coated with deadly poison, was stopped half an inch in front of the Taoist's Adam's apple.

It could not advance even an inch further.

because.

Two fingers were firmly gripping the blade.

"this……"

Liu Ruyan desperately tried to pull the dagger back.

But they found that it didn't move at all.

Those two fingers were like a majestic mountain, firmly suppressing that bit of cold light.

Followed by.

Liu Ruyan saw it in horror.

The Taoist priest who should have been lost in a deep hallucination, with a vacant look in his eyes.

He slowly turned his head.

Where was there even a trace of dazedness in those eyes?

Crystal clear.

Even... it carried a strong sense of disdain.

Zhang Taichu frowned and tilted his head to look at the man dressed in pink in front of him.

He did not act immediately.

Instead, she stretched out her other hand and fanned it in front of her nose, as if trying to drive away the cloying fragrance.

"that……"

Zhang Taichu spoke up.

The tone was sincere and the attitude was serious.

"Although I don't know much about music."

"But that thing you were blowing on just now..."

"It really sounds awful."

Liu Ruyan's expression froze.

The audience, who had just woken up from their hallucinations, were all stunned.

Zhang Taichu sighed and continued:

"When I used to sleep on the back mountain, the monkeys in the trees calling for love had a more rhythmic feel than this."

"You call this a talent?"

"It's simply creating noise pollution."

puff--

On the stands not far away, Zhang Chulan, who was drinking water, sprayed a mouthful of water directly onto the back of the head of the person in front of him.

But in front of Zhang Taichu.

Liu Ruyan's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

humiliation!

This is a blatant insult!

He, a top disciple of the Illusionary Sound Pavilion, whose musical skills are unparalleled, was actually said to be inferior to a monkey's mating call?!

"I'm going to kill you!!!"

Liu Ruyan let out a sharp scream, her Qi surging wildly within her body, trying to detonate the mechanism on the dagger.

but.

late.

Zhang Taichu's two fingers, which were holding the blade, shifted slightly.

Boom!

A crisp sound.

The steel dagger, like a crisp cookie, broke in two.

Liu Ruyan was completely dumbfounded, holding the remaining half of the knife handle.

Before he could react...

call--

That familiar right hand, with its patched cuffs, was rapidly growing larger in his field of vision.

"You're blowing such a horrible whistle and you still expect good reviews?"

Zhang Taichu's voice came coldly:

"Terrible review!"

Snapped! ! !

The slap landed squarely on Liu Ruyan's delicate face.

The immense force did not send the person flying like it had last time.

Instead, it carries a strange, spiraling force.

That instant.

Liu Ruyan was like a spinning top that had been whipped.

Whoosh whoosh—

He started spinning wildly in the air!

The speed was so fast that it even left afterimages, and the surrounding pink mist was sucked into the swirling airflow, forming a small pink tornado.

"Aaaaaahh ...

The series of distorted screams, along with the frequency of the rotation, produced a strange vibrato effect.

It spun for a good ten seconds.

Finally, under the influence of centrifugal force, the human-shaped spinning top broke free from the ground.

call out!

He drew an extremely graceful arc, covering a distance of more than ten meters, over the fence, and over the referee's head.

At last.

Boom!

A muffled thud.

He plunged headfirst into the sand pit outside the field.

Only its two legs were exposed, still twitching and spinning slightly due to inertia.

In an instant, the training ground fell into that familiar deathly silence once again.

Everyone gaped, staring blankly at the two legs that were still swaying slightly.

Does this work too?

This is actually allowed?!

In the center of the field.

Zhang Taichu clapped his hands and casually tossed the broken blade he was holding between his fingers onto the ground.

With a clang.

The sound startled the dazed referee.

"Um..."

Zhang Taichu glanced at Liu Ruyan, who was still stuck in the sandpit, and scratched his head:

"That headstand pose looks quite unique."

"I shouldn't need to pull him out, right?"

The referee swallowed hard, feeling like his throat was on fire.

He glanced at the human-shaped bonsai, then at Zhang Taichu's innocent-looking face, and quickly raised the flag in his hand.

"The final round of Group B... Group B White Tiger..."

"The winner is Zhang Chu!"

This time, there were no boos.

There was no cursing.

The entire audience seemed to be frozen in place.

They watched the figure slowly walk out of the venue, their eyes filled with only one emotion.

It was a powerful force against the unknown and the incomprehensible…

Deepest reverence.

in the corner.

Feng Baobao slammed the shovel in her hand to the ground, and blinked her empty eyes twice.

"Um……"

She looked at the sandpit and nodded thoughtfully.

"This planting method...doesn't require digging holes, which saves time."

"I've learned something."