Chapter 312 - The Fuxi Zither's Invincible Might

Everyone in the square stared at each other in shock because all of them knew perfectly well that no one could fight against the ancient divine item. “Bravo!” The Ling Family members, Wan Gufeng, and others could not help shouting in their hearts. They thought, “This time, Xiao Chen is dead!”

Murong Xian’er stamped her feet anxiously. “A hero never wins by the magic weapon! What a coward! Zuoqiu family members are all cowards!”

Seeing that their master was at the moment of life and death, Qingluan and Ziyun’er, who were next to Murong Xian’er, immediately turned into two rays of light after exchanging a look with each other. Then, the green light and the purple light rushed up to the Floating Platform. But just when they were in midair, two beams of golden light came at them out of the blue from east, followed by Situ Bei’s cold voice. “The two of them are in the middle of the battle. How can others meddle in it?”

His Mystic Power hit the two sisters, and after spitting a mouthful of blood, they fell towards the earth at the same time. Swiftly, ten people on the ground caught them. In a hurry, Qingluan told them, “Hurry up to rescue our master!”

Regardless of their danger, the other ten people in “Hidden Fragrance Wafting Under the Moon” rushed up to the Floating Platform one after another. At the eastern end of the high platform, Situ Bei snorted coldly and swung forth his palm. The earth-shaking palm strength that came from a Nirvana Realm expert was never something ordinary. It hit right at the ten people, and they fell one by one.

On the Floating Platform, Zuoqiu Yang’s face looked more and more twisted and hideous. He showed a reptilian grin. “Go to die, Xiao Chen! This world has got me, Zuoqiu Yang. You should not have appeared after me! I am the best among the young generation of Violet Manor! Go to hell, Xiao Chen!”

“Amitabha…”

At this time, someone suddenly chanted the name of Buddha in the square below the Floating Platform. It was Master Xuanji from Wuyin Monastery. With his left hand holding a Buddhist cane and his right palm on his chest, Master Xuanji chanted in a low voice, “People in the world always pay all their greed attention to pursue everything that they desire. What’s more, they take the lust of men as ideals and ambitions. Living long in the three realms, those common people feel as if they were living in burning houses. To everyone, life is suffering, so none of them can get true peace. Those people with desires will indeed suffer, and those people without will be happy. Exactly. Exactly.”

Beside him, Xu Gu put his palms together devoutly and nodded after hearing all of this. “I understood.”

Again, on the Floating Platform, Zuoqiu Yang pressed on towards Xiao Chen step by step. Under the power of the Haotian Tower, Xiao Chen had no defense against it at all. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth. “You have your magic treasure. Do you think that I do not have mine?”

After that, Xiao Chen wielded the two strings of the Fuxi Zither taken from his Divine Vessel. Instantly, the two strings turned into a half-genuine and half-sham Fuxi Zither. Except for the C major string and the C sharp major string, the other parts of the Fuxi Zither were translucent.

However, the zither’s body was full of glistening radiance and complicated engravings. As Xiao Chen’s fingers drew across the C sharp major string, the surroundings changed dramatically all of a sudden. With the overwhelming rays of the sunlight sweeping across, Xiao Chen looked as gorgeous as a god in a moment against the sunlight. At this time, other even dared not to look directly at him.

An ancient divine power enveloped the entire Jade Terrace Mountain with overwhelming momentum. Everyone’s expression changed. “It is the Archean Eon divine zither!”

The three elders on the high platform were also surprised. “The strings of the Fuxi Zither! He has the strings of the Fuxi Zither!” Beyond that, it had never occurred to them that Xiao Chen could give such a great play to the divine power of the Fuxi Zither.

“Only two strings! I do not believe you can overturn your situation by that!” Blue veins standing out under the skin of his face, Zuoqiu Yang suddenly thundered and chanted the spell faster, and then, the Haotian Tower came at Xiao Chen quickly.

“Then, you can give it a shot!”

At this moment, the Fuxi Zither had collected enough divine power. Not only the Floating Platform but also the whole Jade Terrace Mountain started to shake. Many houses and temples that had not been repaired for many years were collapsing. In a flash, smoke and dust spread all over the square. The crowd there clearly felt the coming danger and rushed to withdraw in advance.

With the sound of the zither rang out, all the dust dispersed. Clouds within a radius of 50 kilometers were scattered. A beam of colorful divine light shot up from the Fuxi Zither and went to hit the Haotian Tower. Then, after a tremendous crash, a blazing light ball was rising up in the high sky, which made everyone unable to open their eyes.

The entire Jade Terrace Mountain shook violently like the appearance of an earthquake. Then, there was a sea of fire high in the sky. In the fire, the Haotian Tower actually cracked, and countless broken pieces fell to the ground. Zuoqiu Yang could not believe the scene that was happening in front of him. The scene was like a nightmare to Perfected Immortal Feng Lan, and he was totally dumbfounded.

There were three kinds of true samadhis fire in the Haotian Tower. Now, the true fire was falling, and it would instantly burn everything that touched it to cinders. The fire directly burned some of those cultivators who had no time to escape, and then there was rarely anything left of them.

Seeing such a scene, more than a dozen Elders of the Immortals’ League as well as Sect Leaders and other Elders from each sect, together they propped up a barrier to resist the three kinds of true samadhis fire that kept falling from the high sky. The crowd was quickly evacuated.

In moments, the entire square was empty, lying in ruins. The raging fire kept burning, and the air was full of a burning smell. On the Floating Platform, Xiao Chen whose face turned ghastly pale now pulled the zither string once again, and this time, he targeted at Zuoqiu Yang.

“Since you want me to die, then I cannot let you live!”

Xiao Chen exclaimed. After that, he suddenly loosened the strings, and a colorful light rushed toward the stupefied Zuoqiu Yang. He could not escape, nor could he block it. This moment, Zuoqiu Yang truly felt what it meant to die.

Just then, a beam of white light flashed across, and Zuoqiu Yang disappeared instantly right on the spot. It turned out that Perfected Immortal Feng Lan got him out in the emergency.

After he landed on the high platform, Perfected Immortal Feng Lan cast a glare at Perfected Immortal Qing Chen and said in a cold voice, “What a great disciple from your sect! How awesome he is!”

But Perfected Immortal Qing Chen remained silent, twirling his mustache. Next to him, Perfected Immortal Tai Yi said with a smile, “Your disciple also not bad. You know, he had the Eight-treasure Haotian Tower.”

At this time, a senior Elder advised, “Hey, you two brothers, stop arguing. All of us didn’t expect this.”

Situ Bei suddenly asked coldly, “Is that person Xiao Chen?”

Su Yue sneered. “Senior Situ, it seems that you remember his name clearly this time, right?”

“Of course!” Situ Bei replied coldly.

Even at this time, many people below had hardly recovered from the shock. Though the battle just now was not an incomparable one in the contemporary era, it was an eye-opener. More importantly, the Archean Eon divine zither in Xiao Chen’s hands shocked them deeply. “Perhaps, even a Nirvana Realm cultivator cannot survive from the attack that Xiao Chen launched by the string just now.” They thought.

Three days passed quickly. The entire Tianyuan City was buzzing with the news that Xiao Chen smashed the Eight-treasure Haotian Tower with the Archean Eon divine zither. After Zuoqiu Yang returned to the Divine Mist Sect, he closed himself in the door to practice austerities, swearing that he would never get out before he reached the Nirvana Realm.

Originally, people from Jade Terrace Mountain planned to hold the first Summit Finals three days later. But because both the Floating Platform and the square were seriously damaged, it was postponed to seven days later.

It was a day of brilliant sunshine, and the sky was cloudless. Murong Xian’er pestered him for a tour to the city. So they called on Yu Yifeng and others, and they headed for the city at the foot of the mountain.

In the early spring of February, many places on Jade Terrace Mountain still covered by snow, but Tianyuan City was already a radiant and enchanting spring scene. On both sides of the street, willows stretched their long branches while flowers were blooming. Pedestrian followed closely one after another, most of them were young men and women.

The few of them walked along the lakeside. On the shore, the tender willows gently brushed their shoulders, and their reflections were swinging slightly in the water. In the distance, many people were boating in the lake with circles of ripples. Murong Xian’er jumped up and down all the way, but the butterflies in the flowers were not scared. Instead, they flew around her.

Looking at the landscape of lakes and mountains in the distance, Yu Yifeng could not help sighing. “In people’s haunt I build my cot; of wheel’s and hoof’s noise I hear not. Such an amazing scene seems too short for us, after all. What a pity.”

Indeed, walking along the river, enjoying the cool under the willows, boating in the lake, these were the contents of mortals’ lives. Mortals admired immortals, but they did not know that immortals also admired the quiet lives of mortals.

Xiao Chen remembered the spread of the devils on Thousand Summits Mountain and the fact that he still could not find a clue of everything that happened thousands of years ago. As long as he thought of these things, he would frown anxiously even if the landscape at this moment looked quite pleasant.

When the night screen began to hang down, the few people returned to the Jade Terrace Mountain. Today could be considered as the most comfortable day that Xiao Chen had spent recently. Three days more days passed. Now, it was the first Summit Finals. The rules were very simple. The six people who qualified for this round went up on the platform at the same time. In the end, the last one who was able to stay on the platform would be the winner and would be reward by the Immortals’ League.

On this day, the square was once again full of people. More seats for spectators were placed on both sides of the north and south. All those who could have seats there were from distinguished families. A dozen Elders of the Immortals’ League also strengthened the Floating Platform and the formation because they would not allow the situation last time to happen again.

Under the eyes of the public, One-dot Red from the Fallen Immortals Sect went on the Floating Platform first. Next, it was Yang Shaochen from the Yang family. Standing next to Su Yue, Su Zimu whispered, “Aunt, I am going there.” After that, he tipped his toes lightly on the ground. Su Zimu strode in the air to the Floating Platform, his right hand holding a folding fan while his left hand at his back. Upon seeing the elegant figure of Su Zimu, countless girls below screamed with excitement.

Xiao Chen patted Murong Xian’er’s shoulder. Then, he nodded to Yu Yifeng and others and also flew to the Floating Platform.

Finally, Xiaoyue slowly fell from the sky. With her dress dancing, she was like a fairy who came down to earth. Immediately, all the men presented greeted her with cheers.

Huangfu Xin’er abstained, and so there were only five contestants in today’s match for the championship. Although there were only five people, they were the tip-top strong ones from the younger generation in the whole world. Among them, who could win the match eventually? Could it be Su Zimu from the Su family, the largest family in the Middle Continent? Or could it be Xiaoyue, a descendant of the Ancient Immortal Clan? Besides them, it possibly could be Xiao Chen, a young man with a mysterious background who was rising to fame lately. Well, with 12 artificial Spiritual Meridians, One-dot Red might also win the match.

Everyone discussed the possible result of the match animatedly. After this match, the rank on the Heaven List would change accordingly. All the people on the Jade Terrace Mountain were chatting in their highest spirits. At this point, a strange little voice came out from the bottom of the Demon Seal Tower in Wuyin Monastery, an ancient temple with a thousand years’ history. “A devil? An Inner Demon?”