Chapter 161: An Eternal Melody
With Ye Chen's current strength, elevating the Ninth Layer of Emperor Martial to Saint Martial was as easy as turning over his hand.
In just three days, more than thirty Emperor Martial experts from the Sword Pavilion had all broken through to Saint Martial. This shocking scene left Mo Wenjian and others speechless with astonishment.
But more than that, they were excited.
The Sword Pavilion could undergo a radical transformation. If this matter spread, it would surely shake the Nine Desolation Realm.
"Chen Shao, there are a total of thirty-eight Saint Martials," Mo Wenjian said excitedly with a big smile on his face.
"It's just Saint Martial. Don't get too excited. Otherwise, I'm afraid your hearts won't be able to handle it in the future," Ye Chen said casually, waving his hand. He didn't care much about mere Saint Martial levels.
Without Immortal Martial Realm, how could one step onto the Tower of Ascending Immortality?
Mo Wenjian's heart trembled. Even these words were almost unbearable for him. He dared not think about what future opportunities might arise.
But one thing was certain: his loyalty would not waver.
"Chen Shao, shall we head to the secret realm now?" Mo Wenjian asked.
He was really smart, knowing what Ye Chen was thinking and what he cared about.
"Not in a hurry," Ye Chen shook his head gently, then gave some guidance to several Tianjiao, who all gained some insights and began to focus on breaking through their own realms.
Afterwards, he also bestowed Mo Wenjian with several sets of sword techniques, all powerful ones selected from his memory. Each set was no weaker than the sword techniques originally practiced by the Myriad Sword Sect.
This greatly shocked Mo Wenjian.
With these sword techniques, he dared to guarantee that the strength of the Sword Pavilion would be elevated several levels.
But Ye Chen instructed that these sword techniques were not to be practiced by anyone other than the inner disciples.
After these tasks were completed, Ye Chen said, "You take the inner disciples of the Sword Pavilion and head to the Boundless Palace. As for Yiyin, leave it to those outer disciples."
"Understood, Chen Shao's orders," Mo Wenjian solemnly responded, then added, "Chen Shao, the inner disciples of the Sword Pavilion need to stabilize their realms and digest their insights. They will need to stay for some time before heading to the Boundless Palace."
"Very well," Ye Chen nodded, then waved his hand, signaling Mo Wenjian and the others to withdraw.
Mo Wenjian wanted to hand over the resources of Yiyin to Ye Chen, but Ye Chen refused, letting him go to the Boundless Palace and entrusting Yiyin to Yefeng.
The Boundless Palace had already taken shape, and it also required a large amount of resources in daily life. Yefeng also needed countless resources to support the operation of the sect and his own cultivation.
After leaving the main hall, Mo Li was still in shock. He looked at Mo Wenjian and said excitedly, "Father, our Sword Pavilion has ushered in a radical change!"
Mo Daohua was also astonished, saying, "At first, I didn't understand father's decision, but now I understand. While the Myriad Sword Sect is no more, the Sword Pavilion will surely usher in a new glory."
Mo Wenjian glanced at his two children and sighed softly.
It had to be said that Mo Daohua and the others were both struggling to bear the responsibility of being the masters of a sect. If it weren't for him, the Myriad Sword Sect would probably have already offended Ye Wujin to death, and there wouldn't be the current situation.
It could be said that he single-handedly saved the Myriad Sword Sect and forced it back on track.
"From now on, you must remember one thing: Lord Yewujin and the Ye Family will be the objects of our loyalty. There must be no disobedience. Do you understand?" Mo Wenjian said solemnly.
As long as these two children could remember this, even if his life were to be exhausted, he could rest assured.
"We understand, father," Mo Daohua and the two others replied solemnly.
What they didn't know was that their conversation was heard by Ye Chen.
In the main hall, Ye Wujin smiled faintly, then looked at Lin Miaoyin and said, "Miaoyin, your attainment in music is profound, but do you know that music can also harbor terrifying killing intent?"
"Music can also kill enemies?" Lin Miaoyin's beautiful eyes flickered.
"Give me your long zither," Ye Chen reached out his hand.
Lin Miaoyin took out the long zither and handed it to Ye Chen.
As the zither strings vibrated, a melody emerged, as if traversing time and space, cutting through the hearts of several people, making Lin Miaoyin tremble suddenly.
As for Wu Qingxue, she only felt a slight movement in her mind, and her whole person seemed to be struck by lightning, gradually becoming fascinated, as if lost in the sparse melody.
It wasn't just the two of them. All the disciples of the Myriad Sword Sect, including many closed-door disciples, were unable to resist the sweep of the melody and began to lose themselves.
The sparse melody traversed time and space, shining through the ages, centered on the Myriad Sword Sect, spreading outward in all directions. In an instant, everyone in the city looked towards the direction of the Myriad Sword Sect, and eventually became fascinated.
At this moment, the entire city of the Myriad Sword Sect became silent, with only the lingering sound of the zither.
Countless people, like statues, were entranced, unable to extricate themselves, as if they had completely lost themselves.
After a long time, no one knew how long had passed, the melody dissipated, and everyone gradually woke up one by one.
"Phew, that was terrifying. I feel like I've lived through a whole life, only to wake up abruptly just before my life ends."
"I feel the same way. It's as if I would really die once I fell down."
Countless people were shocked. That feeling of nearing death was too real, so real that it left no room for doubt, as if just a moment ago, the god of death had really descended, only to spare them at the last moment.
Countless people, including the upper and lower ranks of the Myriad Sword Sect, all had this feeling.
"Look, the river has frozen, turning into rocks, and is beginning to disintegrate."
By the riverside, someone exclaimed in horror. Many people looked over and saw the rushing river, strangely freezing and turning into rocks, before finally dissipating with the wind.
The river that traversed Yiyin dissipated in the sight of everyone.
Not only the river, but many mountains, buildings, began to turn into rocks and dissipate with the wind.
The entire city of the Myriad Sword Sect, except for humans, everything else was dissipating. This scene shocked everyone, terrifying them beyond measure.
"Could it be that the feeling of death just now was real, and the god of death spared us?"
The crowd looked at each other in horror.
It was unimaginable that just by listening to a piece of
music, they would be led to death. This was too terrifying.
Inside the Myriad Sword Sect, many buildings had already dissipated.
Lin Miaoyin came back to her senses, her face filled with horror. When she looked around at the gradually dissipating surroundings, her shock was even greater.
"One eternal melody, one thought of life and death, comprehend with your heart, play with your heart, and you will construct your own world of zither music, mastering life and death," Ye Chen's words echoed in Lin Miaoyin's ears.
Lin Miaoyin suddenly came to her senses, looking around, but couldn't find Ye Chen's figure, not even Wu Qingxue.
The next moment, her body trembled, as if struck by lightning. A smile appeared on her pretty face.
"Chen Shao, thank you."
Lin Miaoyin smiled and murmured softly.
She could feel that a zither melody had emerged in her mind. She knew that this was the martial skill bestowed upon her by Ye Chen.
An Eternal Melody!
With this martial skill, and it being her favorite zither melody, she could accompany Ye Chen even further in the future.
At this moment, she only felt very happy.