Chapter 390 – Magic Flute’s Fourth Tune (1/2)
Chapter 390 – Magic Flute’s Fourth Tune
Translated by: Berrrybunz
Edited by: TN and DeAndreR
Ah Ming was a teenager that was 18 years of age. He was scrawny and tanned with nimble movements. There was a scar that was carved across his face, making look fearsome for someone so young.
He nodded while keeping his mouth shut. He took the bone whistle hanging around his neck and blew into it.
The sharp shrill echoed across the entire encampment. The formless sound ripple sped out at an astonishing fast rate, spreading out in all directions.
Bang bang bang!
Many traps were triggered. Explosions lit the night sky.
Young Master Flute raised his head in astonishment: “Bone Chilling Whistle!”
Blind Chord Old Man expression congealed. The Bone Chilling Whistle gave a loud shrill and its force was destructive. As he trained under Magic Flute, he was able to understand the tuning of the sound of the whistle.
His body trembled under the shock wave from the whistle and the wheelchair underneath him shattered into pieces. But he was unharmed as he stood still. He slowly pulled the bow strings from the Er Hu, creating a sharp shrill that rippled down his weapon.
The 2 noises clashed in the air, creating an incessant ruckus.
Ah Ming’s eyes were bloodshot. He build up his power and blew into his Bone Whistle in 3 short puffs.
At the same time, the Blind Chord Old Man pulled his string again, letting out a shrill into the air.
Bang, the Bone Whistle exploded in Ah Ming’s mouth. His face was covered in blood as he fell back onto the floor.
Clang clang clang, the Blind Chord Old Man’s Er Hu had all its strings broken as he fell back, quickly held by his mute servant by the hand to prevent himself from falling onto the ground.
“Ah Ming!”
The middle age man cried out as he dashed towards Ah Ming.
“Gui Shao Ming! It is Gui Shao Ming! They are the Flowing Wind Group!”
“Flowing Wind Group!”
A commotion of fear and dread gradually grew louder.
The Flowing Wind Group was the most notorious bandit clan. They had formidable strength and traversed across the Heaven’s Road. Except for the The 12 Ecliptic Palaces, they had attacked every other constellation, including the Serpens Constellation residing in the 10 Equatorial Palace Halls.
They were despicable and cruel. The Group had 6 bandits who possessed formidable strength, and one of them was the Gui Shao Ming, who was ranked 6th in the group.
The middle age man suddenly appeared at Ah Ming’s side. His hand reached out to Ah Ming to sense his pulse. He was alive but unconscious.
He was solemn as he choked on his words: “Leave no one alive!”
The Blind Chord Old Man the most famous martial artist in the region as well as the strongest. Ah Ming was seriously injured while the Blind Chord Old Man had his Erhu damaged and most likely had also suffered injuries. There was no one that could stop them now!
At this time, the sound of a flute playing drifted into the middle age man’s ear.
The middle aged man’s body froze, and looked up.
On the roof of the highest building was a prince that was donning a satin white cloth. The yellowish aura exuded by the copper flute dazzled in the night.
The sound of the flute drifted gently across the night sky.
“Young master Magic Flute!”
The middle age man recalled hearing this name and was surprised. He let out a cold laugh: “A mere spirit general can’t stop me and my Flowing Wind Group!”
Once finished, he ordered 2 men, who dashed straight at Magic Flute.
One had a figure like a bird, who was the Fifth Brother, Zhan Peng; the other drifted like a shadowy mist, who was the Fourth Brother, Wu Feng.
Magic Flute saw the incoming attack. He stared down at them as he prepared to defend.
“The first tune is Thousand Floating Sky. The second tune is Thousand Blade Twist. The third tune is Flute Soundwave. Gentlemen, please listen to my fourth tune, Falling Years.”
The warm voice traversed across the battlefield like a soft summer breeze.
The middle age man squinted his eyes and blurted out: “One Tune Seven Deaths!”
Magic Flute smiled. He placed his flute to his lips as he blew into it. A dash of green light flashed into the sky. The light caused a small sapling to grow in front of him. The sapling grew bigger and bigger until it became a peach tree. Within seconds, the tree was blossoming with flowers.
In the midst of the soothing sound from the flute, a fog drifted into the battlefield. The fog was shaped like a little lady, which started dancing into life.
The peaches started to burn into a splendid inferno.
A breeze blew the peach flowers down onto the floor.
When the pink petals floated onto the floor, everyone in the vicinity then realized the impending danger as they fled for cover. Before the petals flew close to them, they disappeared into thin air.
Every was stunned by the sudden disappearance of the oncoming attack.