Crossover: The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, starting with cultivation with the Six Flowers Im

A female disciple named Lin Wan'er frowned, her tone carrying a hint of displeasure:

"No boy has ever been in the music room before. Don't you know this is a restricted area?"

Nangong Yehua was slightly taken aback, then revealed a gentle smile, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, and said:

"My name is Nangong Yehua. I have long admired the sect's renowned qin skills and have come to the qin room to observe and learn. If I have been too forward, please forgive me, Senior Sister Lin and all the other senior sisters."

Seeing Nangong Yehua's sincere attitude, Lin Wan'er's expression softened slightly, but she remained vigilant.

"The music room is a place for female disciples of my sect to cultivate, and it is not appropriate for men to stay for long. If you are truly here to learn, you must abide by the rules of my music room."

Nangong Yehua nodded in agreement. It seemed that he had come up with a trump card. After all, he was a Mahayana cultivator in his previous life, so he still knew a little about music. Nangong Yehua thought to himself.

He walked to an empty guqin, sat down, took a deep breath, and then gently plucked the strings.

The melodious sound of the zither filled the air, instantly attracting the attention of the female disciples present.

A female disciple named Yunmeng walked over curiously and exclaimed in admiration:

"This music is truly beautiful; Junior Brother Nangong's musical skills are quite remarkable."

Nangong Yehua responded modestly:

"Senior Sister Yun, you flatter me. I only know a little bit about it, and I have come here today to ask for your guidance."

Another female disciple named Yueyao also joined the conversation:

"Since Junior Brother Nangong has this intention, we are naturally willing to offer some guidance."

"However, you must first tell us how you found out about the music room?"

Nangong Yehua smiled slightly and explained:

"I have long admired a junior sister named Su Wan'er, who possesses exceptional musical skills within the sect."

"I happened to pass by this place today and thought I'd like to come and see if I could have the opportunity to exchange musical skills with her."

Yueyao and Yunmeng exchanged a glance, a knowing look flashing in their eyes:

"So you wanted to get closer to Junior Sister Su. However, Junior Sister Su's zither skills are indeed extraordinary, you'll have to work hard to catch up."

Nangong Yehua nodded gratefully:

"Thank you both for your guidance. I will work hard."

As Nangong Yehua was chatting happily with her female disciples, the door to the music room was gently pushed open again, and a delicate floral fragrance wafted in, accompanied by light footsteps.

Everyone's gaze turned to the doorway, where a woman dressed in an elegant long dress, with a refined and graceful demeanor, slowly walked in.

Her face was stunningly beautiful, and her eyes were as clear as water. She was none other than Su Wan'er 3.4, a beauty who was highly regarded in the sect.

As soon as Su Wan'er entered the music room, she felt the warm and harmonious atmosphere inside.

Her gaze swept across the crowd and finally settled on Nangong Yehua.

She was slightly taken aback, seemingly surprised by the appearance of this strange man.

Nangong Yehua also noticed Su Wan'er's arrival. He was overjoyed and quickly stood up to greet her.

"Junior Sister Su, my name is Nangong Yehua. I have long admired your reputation and have come to the music room today to observe and learn from you."

Chapter 179 Too aloof, can you handle the pranks?

Su Wan'er smiled in response and said softly, "You're too kind. But I don't know you."

As she spoke, Su Wan'er walked to a guqin (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument), sat down, and gently plucked the strings.

Her piano playing was melodious and graceful, seemingly possessing an ethereal quality that captivated listeners.

While Nangong Yehua and the other female disciples were immersed in Su Wan'er's zither music, Su Wan'er appeared unusually aloof.

She focused on her piano playing, seemingly oblivious to Nangong Yehua's advances and the stares of the crowd.

She gently stroked the strings, her fingertips dancing across them as if she were one with the instrument.

Every note is like a monologue from her heart, melodious and profound, making it impossible for anyone to glimpse her inner world.

Seeing that Su Wan'er did not communicate with him, Nangong Yehua felt a little disappointed, but he was even more impressed by Su Wan'er's musical skills.

He understood that Su Wan'er's aloofness was not arrogance, but rather her focus and love for the art of playing the zither.

So, Nangong Yehua calmed down and began to listen attentively to Su Wan'er's zither music.

He tried to sense Su Wan'er's emotions and state of mind through the music, hoping to find an opportunity to communicate with her.

As time went by, Su Wan'er's zither playing became more and more passionate, as if it wanted to break free from the constraints of the music room and soar into the sky.

Nangong Yehua also found his own rhythm in the stirring music. He began to echo Su Wan'er's music, trying to resonate with her.

However, Su Wan'er seemed unaware of Nangong Yehua's efforts.

She remained immersed in her musical performance, as if the whole world consisted only of her and her instrument.

Although Nangong Yehua felt somewhat helpless, she could only continue to listen and feel silently.

Only when the music gradually subsided did Su Wan'er stop what she was doing. She looked up at everyone, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

She seemed surprised that her piano playing would attract so much attention.

However, she didn't say much, just nodded slightly, and then turned and left the music room.

Nangong Yehua watched Su Wan'er's departing figure, his heart filled with mixed emotions. "It seems I'll have to try a different approach."

As she left the music room, Nangong Yehua took a deep breath of fresh air, trying to calm the turmoil in her heart.

However, as he set off on the path back to the bamboo house, his thoughts surged like a tide.

He knew he had to find a way to both respect Su Wan'er's love for the zither and establish a genuine connection with her.

Back in the bamboo house, Nangong Yehua sat by the window, gazing at the bamboo forest outside.

The bamboo leaves swayed gently in the wind, making a rustling sound, as if they were telling a story.

He closed his eyes, letting his soul merge with the bamboo forest, feeling the tranquility and harmony of nature.

Gradually, Nangong Yehua's thoughts began to become clearer.

Recalling his experience in the music room, Su Wan'er's aloofness and focus made him feel deeply frustrated.

After careful consideration, he gradually realized that perhaps the gap between him and Su047 Wan'er on the path of musical skill was too great to be overcome.

Therefore, Nangong Yehua decided to abandon his pursuit of in-depth study of the zither and instead look for opportunities to establish contact with Su Wan'er from other aspects.

He understood that everyone has their own strengths and interests, and although Su Wan'er was particularly fond of playing the zither, it did not mean that she had no interests or needs in other areas.

After careful consideration, Nangong Yehua suddenly came up with a somewhat mischievous but amusing idea—to play a prank on Su Wan'er.

He believed that by playing some lighthearted and fun pranks, he might be able to break down Su Wan'er's aloof image and let her show a different side of herself.

Chapter 180, Step One: "The Mysterious Concealment of Ghosts"

Nangong Yehua decided to take a more indirect and subtle approach to approach Su Wan'er, so he began to secretly follow her and observe her daily activities and preferences.

After a night of deep thought in the bamboo house, Nangong Yehua finally made up her mind to take action.

He stepped out of the bamboo house, and sunlight shone through the sparse clouds onto him, bringing him energy for the day.

He took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling the tranquility and harmony of nature around him.

As Nangong Yehua approached the vicinity of the music room, memories of her past life surged through her mind.

He racked his brains and finally found an ancient method of invisibility.

Nangong Yehua closed his eyes and silently recited the incantation in his mind.

"Ghost Concealment Technique, activate!"

Its form gradually became blurred, as if it had merged into the surrounding air.

He stood on a large tree outside the music room, using the dense foliage as cover, and secretly observed the movements inside.

A short while later, Su Wan'er gracefully approached.

She wore an elegant light blue dress, the hem of which swayed gently, like willow branches fluttering in the wind in early spring.

The dress is made of a light and thin fabric, and the sunlight reveals the delicate embroidery on the hem, which depicts blooming lotus flowers, as if bringing a summer lotus pond into this music room.

A matching ribbon was tied at the waist of the dress, gently binding it, which not only showed off her graceful figure but also added a touch of elegance.

Su Wan'er's hair was simply tied into a low ponytail, with a few strands swaying gently in the wind, adding a touch of liveliness.

Her face was beautiful and refined, with eyebrows like distant mountains and eyes like autumn water, exuding a faint melancholy and determination.

Su Wan'er has a high nose bridge, rosy lips, and a slightly upturned mouth that always seems to carry a smile.

Her skin was as white as jade, with a faint rosy glow, as if it had been gently kissed by the sun.

Su Wan'er pushed open the door, walked into the music room, placed the sheet music in her hand next to the guqin, and then sat down gently.

Su Wan'er adjusted her posture and gently placed her hands on the strings.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, as if engaging in a spiritual dialogue with the guqin.

Immediately afterwards, her fingers began to dance across the strings, and a melodious and profound piano sound rang out.

Su Wan'er's fingers were slender and long, with neatly trimmed nails that had a faint pink hue.

When she gently sat down and placed her hands on the strings, her hands seemed to become one with the guqin, radiating a harmonious and beautiful aura.

Standing on a tree outside the music room, Nangong Yehua seemed to have become one with the tree trunk. He gazed at Su Wan'er quietly, his heart filled with curiosity and admiration for her.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling his body, but he seemed oblivious to the passage of time, focused only on Su Wan'er before him.

Su Wan'er's fingers danced across the strings for a long time, and her music flowed like a clear spring or a gentle rain, as if it could cleanse one's soul.

Her gaze was focused and profound, as if the whole world was immersed in her music.

After about two or three hours, Su Wan'er finally stopped pointing.

She gently raised her head, closed her eyes, as if savoring the music she had just heard.

A satisfied smile appeared on her face, as if she were having a conversation with her inner self.

Then, Su Wan'er slowly stood up and gently patted the dust off her dress.

She walked to the guqin, tidied up the sheet music, and then gently closed the door to the music room.

She turned and left, her steps light and graceful, as if she were walking on clouds.

Chapter 181 Don't Call Me a Good Person

Su Wan'er stepped out of the music room, the sunlight shining on her elegant dress, making her appear even more fresh and refined.

She let out a soft sigh, as if she had shed all her weariness, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face. She walked lightly along the path, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.

Nangong Yehua waited quietly in the tree until Su Wan'er had walked a distance before he prepared to climb down.

He moved his feet gently, carefully grabbed the branch, and prepared to jump down.

However, just as he was about to land, a sudden shout shattered the silence.

"Ah—!" The scream was sharp and piercing, as if it came from all directions, making Nangong Yehua's heart jump instantly.

He shuddered, the branch beneath his feet suddenly slipped, and he lost his balance, falling backward.

Nangong Yehua was startled and hurriedly reached out to grab at things, trying to steady himself.

However, his fingers only caught a falling leaf, and his body continued to fall backward.

Just when Nangong Yehua thought he was about to fall flat on his face, he quickly grabbed another tree branch.

He hung in mid-air, his body swaying violently, his heart filled with fear and regret.

He secretly rejoiced that he had reacted in time, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Nangong Yehua composed herself and carefully climbed back up the tree trunk along the branches.

With that sharp shout, the once peaceful atmosphere in the sect instantly became tense.

Nangong Yehua was startled, realizing that his invisibility technique, "Ghost Concealment Mystic Art," had expired and automatically deactivated.

He was dressed entirely in black, wearing a black cloak, and stood out conspicuously in the sunlight, appearing like a ghost suddenly in the sect.

The female disciple was passing by on a path not far away. She was deep in thought when she suddenly saw a strange figure dressed in black in front of her, and she was immediately terrified.

She screamed and instinctively backed away, shouting at the same time:

"Bad people have invaded our sect! Help!"