The Reversal of Heaven Begins with The Smiling, Proud Wanderer

Lin Fu replied respectfully, "We are still waiting for your reply in the side hall, young master."

"tell her."

After a moment's thought, Lin Mu put the invitation into his sleeve: "I will definitely be there on time tomorrow."

"Yes."

Lin Fu bowed in agreement, said nothing more, and immediately turned to go to the side hall to give his reply.

He knew that his young master was no ordinary man and that he acted according to his own rules.

Lin Mu walked through the corridor and entered the quiet backyard.

Lin Mu returned to the backyard, where Si Lili served him tea, and Sang Wen played the zither.

This place is like a different world from the hustle and bustle outside the mansion; it is lush with greenery and has the sound of flowing water.

In a corner of the pavilion, Si Lili was preparing tea with her delicate hands. When she saw Lin Mu return, she smiled and handed him a cup of warm, fragrant tea.

Not far away, Sang Wen knelt on a prayer mat, with an ancient zither in front of him. He gently plucked the strings with his fingertips, producing a few scattered but melodious sounds.

Lin Mu took the teacup, took a sip, and briefly recounted the events of the day, including the Princess's invitation.

Upon hearing this, Si Lili frowned slightly, put down the teapot, and a hint of worry flashed in her eyes: "The Princess is a deep and unpredictable person. Her sudden invitation is probably not out of goodwill."

"My identity has been exposed. Should I leave Nanqing temporarily to ensure my safety?"

Lin Mu put down his teacup and looked calmly at Si Lili: "No need. Stay here in peace. As long as I don't fall, no one in this capital will dare to touch you."

He knew full well that Emperor Qing was a cunning old fox who valued his life highly and was extremely suspicious. He would never easily take action against him without absolute certainty.

Li Yunrui's actions, to some extent, may have been tacitly approved or observed by Emperor Qing.

His gaze shifted to Sang Wen, who was tuning the strings, and he suddenly asked, "Sang Wen, how's your practice of the Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds going?"

“Sang Wen is dull-witted and has only just begun to understand the basics.”

Sang Wen's tone was weak and pitiful.

"come over."

Lin Mu beckoned Sang Wen to come to him. He extended his right index finger, and a faint, almost imperceptible blue light emanated from the tip of his finger.

It is indeed the blue hand of the dual-wielding master.

It can not only modify memories and manipulate the soul, but also infuse knowledge and insights.

The effect is better than teaching by words and deeds.

"Concentrate, calm your mind, and carefully feel."

Lin Mu gently touched Sang Wen's brow with his fingertip.

In an instant, Sang Wen felt a vast and profound torrent of information flood into his mind without any obstruction.

It's not just simple words or graphics, but a profound understanding of the essence of sound, and a method for using special techniques to drive the true energy to resonate with the strings!

Countless ancient musical notes, energy pathways, the vibrational frequencies of true qi, and eight distinct yet complementary terrifying musical moods: collapse, blockage, turbulence, chaos, destruction, annihilation, extinction, and killing.

It was deeply etched into the depths of her consciousness, like a brand.

She seemed to see a series of illusions: invisible sonic blades cleaving through the void, thousands of troops crumbling to the mournful strains of the zither, and skyscrapers collapsing amidst the shrill sound waves...

The infusion process may seem lengthy, but it actually happens in the blink of an eye.

When Lin Mu withdrew his finger, Sang Wen stood there stunned, his eyes glazed over, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, his chest rising and falling slightly, as if he had just gone through a fierce battle.

Her brain was buzzing from receiving such a massive amount of information all at once.

However, the complete cultivation method of "Tianlong Eight Sounds" is clearly imprinted in it, and even includes many higher realms that she cannot fully understand at present, but knows to exist.

"Young master, I understand."

Sang Wen's voice trembled slightly, a mixture of extreme shock and instinctive fear.

She subconsciously looked at her hands, which were originally only used to play romantic tunes, and found it hard to imagine that one day they could wield sound blades that could cut through gold and jade.

Lin Mu took out the Heavenly Demon Harp and handed it to Sang Wen: "Comprehend it well and practice diligently. When I'm not around, you'll be able to protect yourself."

Only those who cultivate the "Eight Sounds of Heavenly Dragon" can use the Heavenly Demon Harp; otherwise, if their skill is insufficient, they will be injured by the Heavenly Demon Harp when they pluck the strings.

It must be said that the "Dual-Handed Technique" is indeed powerful. It allows one to directly infuse their understanding of the technique, saving ordinary people from years or even decades of arduous cultivation and comprehension.

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However, whether Sang Wen can truly master this domineering sonic technique and the Heavenly Demon Harp ultimately depends on whether his own comprehension and temperament can match it.

Sang Wen took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and his eyes gradually changed from confusion to determination.

She bowed deeply to Lin Mu and said, "Sang Wen thanks you for your kindness in imparting knowledge to me! I will live up to your expectations and study diligently."

Lin Mu did not show favoritism; he used the same method to pass on his insights from "The Poet Immortal's Sword Preface" to Si Lili, enabling her to reach a higher level in swordsmanship.

In the evening, the diligent and studious Si Lili and Sang Wen took the initiative to seek out Lin Mu for dual cultivation to consolidate their cultivation.

The next day, at 9:00 AM.

South of the city, there is "Hanyuan".

This villa was not the main residence where the princess usually lived, but it was famous in the upper echelons of Kyoto for its exquisite elegance and seclusion.

Guided by a well-mannered maid dressed in a pale yellow palace gown, Lin Mu slowly walked into the garden.

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The garden's layout is indeed ingenious, with ever-changing scenery and winding paths leading to secluded spots.

The artificial hills are layered and rugged, with flowing water forming streams that murmur past the bamboo groves; the winding covered bridges connect pavilions and waterside terraces, and every window offers a meticulously composed view.

In early summer, exotic flowers and rare herbs in the garden are vying for beauty, their fragrance rich yet not cloying.

However, behind this ultimate elegance, Lin Mu keenly sensed an indescribable atmosphere.

Every blade of grass, every tree, every stone, and every drop of water appears natural, but in reality, every inch of their arrangement is meticulously planned, exuding an artifice that has been deliberately crafted to the extreme.

An invisible tension permeated the air, along with an almost suffocating extravagance deeply hidden beneath the elegance.

Inside the main hall, the banquet had already been set up.

It was not a grand affair; there were only two seats, one for the host and one for the guest. Several dishes of imperial cuisine were laid out on the rosewood table, and the wine pot was warm, emitting a mellow aroma.

Princess Li Yunrui did not sit in the main seat, but leaned against a large and luxurious soft couch.

The soft couch was covered with a complete white tiger skin, which made her look even more stunning.

Today she wore a plain white palace dress made of priceless ice silk, which shimmered softly in the light.

Her hair was piled high in the clouds, styled into a stunningly beautiful bun, and adorned with a red-gold phoenix hairpin with kingfisher feathers and pearls, which swayed slightly with her breath, shimmering with light.

Her complexion was as clear and lustrous as jade. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a hazy glow on her face. Her eyebrows and eyes were exquisite, and her delicate nose and cherry lips combined to create a face that could topple kingdoms.

However, what is most striking about her is not her beauty, but her unique temperament.

With a glance, she possessed both the innate elegance and nobility of royalty, and a touch of perfectly timed languid charm, as if she were indifferent to everything.

But upon closer inspection, one can discover that hidden beneath that languid exterior lies a sharp, hawk-like gaze, and beneath that delicate exterior, a bloodthirsty beast seems to lurk.

Chapter 92: A Counter-Plot

When she saw Lin Mu enter, she did not stand up. Instead, she raised the corners of her lips into a faint but enigmatic smile, raised her slender hand, and gestured to the seat opposite her: "Mr. Lin is indeed a trustworthy person. Please sit down."

Her voice was soft and melodious, like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

Almost the instant he stepped into the hall, Lin Mu's incomparably powerful divine sense spread silently like mercury spilling onto the ground.

The next moment, he "saw" a figure behind a courtyard wall a hundred meters away.

He was a tall and slender man dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit.

His face was cold and stern, with strong features and an astonishingly sharp pair of eyes, like an eagle soaring in the sky, fixed intently on Lin Mu in the hall through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

He carried a huge iron bow on his back, almost as tall as himself. The bow was dark and dull, yet it exuded a chilling aura.

His arms hung naturally at his sides, his fingers long and strong, his movements terrifyingly steady. He was like a lurking cheetah, seemingly still, yet containing explosive power, ready to unleash a devastating strike at any moment.

Yan Xiaoyi, a ninth-rank archer.

One of the most renowned martial arts masters in Kyoto, and the most loyal mastiff of the eldest princess.

As Lin Mu was observing his surroundings, a system notification sounded.

[Ding! You have come into contact with the destined figure Li Yunrui, triggering the side quest: Overthrow the Imperial Power.]

[Mission Requirements: Within one year, help Li Yunrui overthrow Emperor Qing's rule.]

[Task Reward: Randomly selected.]

[Ding! You have encountered the destined figure Yan Xiaoyi, triggering the side quest: The Mystery of the Massacre.]

[Mission Requirements: Within one month, help Yan Xiaoyi find the true culprit behind the massacre of the village.]

[Task Reward: Randomly selected.]

Lin Mu's eyes flashed almost imperceptibly.

Two side quests, definitely worth the trip.

Overthrowing imperial power?

It doesn't conflict with my goal; killing Emperor Qing would be a piece of cake.

Once a person dies, they can no longer rule Nanqing.

As for the mystery of Yan Xiaoyi's family's massacre...

Lin Mu's mind raced, and memories of watching the drama surfaced.

If I remember correctly, the mastermind behind this is none other than the smiling, powerful Princess Eldest in front of me.

She had taken a liking to Yan Xiaoyi's amazing archery talent back then, and ordered her men to disguise themselves as bandits and slaughter Yan Xiaoyi's village. Then she appeared as his savior, taking this seed of hatred under her wing and cultivating it into the strongest weapon that was loyal only to her.

With his mind made up, Lin Mu's expression remained unchanged, as if he had not noticed anything. He calmly walked to the guest seat and sat down, his posture relaxed, as if he had just come to attend an ordinary banquet.

"Mr. Lin has recently become famous in the capital. His poems are all brilliant and his medical skills are superb. He even cured Wan'er's stubborn illness. I had heard of him before. Seeing him today, I can see that he is indeed extraordinary."

Li Yunrui personally picked up the white jade wine pot that was warm to the side and gracefully filled the luminous cup in front of Lin Mu with amber-colored wine, the aroma of which became increasingly mellow.

"Sir, do you know why I specifically invited you here?"

She put down the wine pot, her beautiful eyes, which seemed to see right through people, fell on Lin Mu's face with scrutiny and a hint of barely perceptible inquiry.

"I am unaware of this, please enlighten me, Your Highness."

Lin Mu picked up his wine glass, not caring whether it was poisoned or not, and drank it all in one gulp.

Li Yunrui chuckled softly, leaning forward slightly, and a faint fragrance of cold plum blossoms wafted over.

Her beautiful eyes were fixed on Lin Mu, as if trying to catch something from the subtle expressions on his face: "I've heard that you have superb medical skills, especially in treating difficult and complicated diseases."

"In recent years, I have been frequently troubled by headaches. The quack doctors in the Imperial Physician's Garden have prescribed countless remedies, but none of them have been able to cure me."

"Does sir possess any unique method that can alleviate my suffering?"

Her tone, carrying just the right amount of distress and a hint of hidden expectation, perfectly captured the essence of a frail woman tormented by illness.

If Lin Mu hadn't known his true nature beforehand, he probably would have been deceived by this appearance.

Lin Mu understood immediately; this was probably an attempt to seduce him and make him risk his life.

Although Li Yunrui was good-looking, Lin Mu didn't accept just anyone. He immediately put down his wine glass and said slowly, "Headache is a disease with many causes. Emotions, wind, and blood can all be contributing factors."

"It is difficult to diagnose a disease based solely on verbal descriptions."

"However, I do have a family-inherited massage technique for calming the mind and refreshing the brain, which may temporarily relieve the pain and make Your Highness feel a little more comfortable."

"Oh?"

Li Yunrui's eyes lit up slightly, seemingly very interested: "Such a wonderful method? Then I would be grateful if you could try it out for me right now, sir."

She took the initiative to invite him, leaning back slightly to reveal her fair forehead and temples. Her posture appeared relaxed, but every subtle movement was full of calculation and probing.

"That's offensive."

Lin Mu nodded slightly.

Since Li Yunrui wanted to use a honey trap, Lin Mu decided to play along and test the other uses of the "Dual-Handed Technique".