Spirit Vessel

She clearly remembered everything Feiyun told her a decade ago and used them to lessen the fear of death.

Feiyun thought that he had never done anything successfully. He was a failure when it came to romance. His cultivation path required dangerous innovation. As for his conduct and moral character, he was neither good nor evil.

Breaking the curse of the half-demons didn’t make him proud either. However, this female disciple made him think that he wasn’t just a troublemaker. At the very least, he got one thing right. n0.0

“Jin Dynasty is too small to bring out your talent. Do you wish to participate in tougher tests and compete with the best?” Feiyun asked.

“You want to bring me alone, Master?” Shi Lan asked.

Feiyun nodded.

Shi Lan got on one knee again; her eyes becoming slightly moist as she answered: “I lost everything when I was seven. Big Sis told me that as long as I’m alive, there is still hope for a brighter day. You were the one who illuminated my life, Master, so you’re my only family now. I wanted to follow you but you said that I needed to defeat the strongest person in this world and break out on my own. Even then, it would be too late to find you in your vast world. I wanted to cry but I didn’t because I knew I would be able to see you again. I have done what you asked of me and will obey your commands if you let me stay by your side.”

Her shimmering black eyes stared hopefully at Feiyun after finishing the emotional speech. He was no less than a god in her heart.

Ximen Chuixiao and the turtle observed in a distance.

“I suddenly want to recruit a disciple.”

“I suddenly want to recruit a female disciple.”

The two of them blurted out two similar lines; it’s just that Ximen Chuixiao added the word “female”.

The turtle stared at him and shook its head: “Another animal.”

“Hey, it’s nice having a female disciple. She can help me record musical sheets, do the laundry, bring me tea and water, wipe off my sweat when I’m tired, massage me, play the flute at night

“Beast.” The half-sleeping fruit mumbled.

“What a dirty mind, I’m talking about playing the flute so that I can fall asleep at night.” Ximen Chuixiao corrected.

Suddenly, an elegant tune played with the flute sounded. The water became calmer than before, seemingly turning into a blue mirror.

Trees and white flowers started growing along with duckweed. A great portal manifested into the air along with ethereal palaces.

Birds gathered after hearing the incredible song capable of affecting the laws of the world. It also purified the souls of listeners.

“Boom! Boom!” Feiyun gained two more phoenix bones just by listening.

Shi Lan became radiant as she also gained another phoenix bone. Moreover, a fifth death cycle began as she fell into a mysterious state.

The blood dragon, Ximen Chuixiao, the turtle, and the fruit all entered a zen state as well. Their cultivation increased and destroyed any bottleneck.

This was akin to entering an immortal world and immediately absorbing the?higher-level energy.

Feiyun gained thirty phoenix bones in this session. Of course, this was mainly due to his prior accumulation but the tune suddenly helped.

Once the tune was finished, the remnant sounds still echoed among the region.

Feiyun woke up first and immediately tried to find the musician. He teleported ten times or so and checked all directions.

“Come out, I know it’s you.” He leaped across the river using Swift Samsara while only issuing tiny ripples.

“Why don’t you come out when you’re already here?!” He raised his voice.

Meanwhile, the others started waking up as well.

The blood dragon went from the third to the limit of the fourth level, nearly becoming a grand demon monarch.

“Does Feiyun know the flutist?” He asked in disbelief.

He felt as if he was listening to a saint preaching the dao and becoming enlightened.

At the same time, Ximen Chuixiao got on his knees with tears streaming down his cheeks: “Master, please take me in as a disciple.”

“I thought you said you were the best flute player in the world.” The turtle said.

“I’m not even worthy of carrying the master’s shoes. I was an arrogant fool to think so in the past. I’m sure the song was a test to see if I have the aptitude to be a disciple.” Ximen Chuixiao responded and kept on kneeling.

Among the dense mist, Feiyun found a wooden raft. He landed and could still smell a particular fragrance.

Nearby were numerous spirit flowers and grass. They were created after listening to a song at the saint level.

On top of the raft was a table with a seat and a clay tea set. The water was still warm and slightly steamy.

She had just left recently.

Feiyun looked around and couldn’t see anything due to an ocean of colorful flowers and grass.

“I know you’re looking at me right now. Are you angry that I didn’t protect Hongyan well?” Feiyun shouted and scared the birds.

Unfortunately, there was no response.

Ye Xiaoxiang left back then after finding out that he was in love with Nangong Hongyan whom she viewed as a sister.

Feiyun had chased after her but he was one step too late. He could tell that the flutist earlier was her but she didn’t wish to see him.

He focused his gaze and looked around only to see the large statue of Nangong Hongyan.

“Do not worry, I have found a way to revive Hongyan.” He said, wanting to bait her out.

Alas, there was still no response.

He eventually left in disappointment, aware that she didn’t wish to see him again. When a woman made up her mind, she could stick with her decision for a lifetime.

After he was gone, a figure appeared on the raft again with a flute in her hand. She stared at the water, looking like a scenic painting.

“What’s the point of meeting again? Only more sadness.”

***

Feiyun returned to the islet and everyone stared at him with curiosity.

“You actually know that flute master?” The blood dragon asked.

“What flute master? I’m absolutely certain that it was a reclusive saint, using music to reach the dao. This is so rare, I can’t believe it. This place is indeed the reincarnation land for all the sages from Time Immemorial. If Ethereal Dynasty were to hear about this, I can’t imagine the shock.” Ximen Chuixiao said.

“It’s rare for humans to have several saints appearing in the same generation. Is it another golden age?” The blood dragon didn’t buy it.

Just one saint alone was enough to keep others from bullying humans. However, several appearing at the same time? That would be ridiculous.

“Using music to become a saint is only a tale in the legends. The only reason I know is that after listening to the music, our cultivation soared like the wind. This is because the melodies contain the laws of heaven and earth. The more talented, the more comprehension. Regular saints can’t do the same thing with this level of effectiveness. Music harmonizes with the soul and can purify it, allowing everyone to communicate with the dao. Simply magnificent!” Ximen Chuixiao blabbered on and on after witnessing a legend in real life.