Chapter 227 Wu Qingzi (1/2)

Fenghe left after taking the order, and Jingting Tongzi came in.

Xuantong Demon King whispered, ”Seeing how big the world is, it wouldn't be surprising that I don't recognize all of the powerful men. However, this person looked weak and he called himself as ”Mister Qingxia”. His level of attainment is deep, which is really rare. Hence, it will not be difficult to take a guess.”

Jingting Tongzi bowed and replied, ”I trailed after him for a while and noticed how remarkable his Qi dynamic is. It could be described as a bright moon that shone brightly up in the sky, and yet it was not conspicuous. This is not a characteristic exhibited by non-formal cultivator and he is definitely from one of the big celestial schools. As Guangqing is getting better lately and has been producing many talents, could he be from Guangqing?”

”If he is from Guangqing, his aura would have been harsher and cruder. Moreover, this person is really young and he is not even a hundred years old yet. Wu Qingzi from Taishang Daoist Sect has arrived earlier, and now this person has come. What an interesting turn of event,” Xuantong Demon King laughed gently.

Jingting Tongzi remained silent. With the King's status today, they merely needed to be polite to these guests. After all, there was no ranking or hierarchy between humans and demons. Despite how exceptional the four main Daoist sects were, surely they would not act on their whims here.

After smiling, Xuantong Demon King spoke, ”Actually I am aware of the true identity of this Mister Qingxia, but I can't expose him. After all, he rescued Jimeng and his group. I owe him one. However, I don't think he would be interested in anything here besides the few items that will be brought forth during the Treasure Auction.”

Jingting Tongzi was intrigued, ”Who is he really?” He asked. Even though he was the servant of Xuantong Demon King, but they were much closer than that. After all, he shapeshifted through the external help he received from Xuantong. This was why he did not feel the need to filter his words.

”This person is connected to a lot of contentious issues. It is better that we feign ignorance,” Xuantong replied.

When Xuantong was done speaking, the bells rang behind the curtains.

The dark air started to seep out – the Demon King had started to operate the techniques. Jingting Tongzi left quietly and stood guard outside of the hall.

Shen Lian lived alone at the quaint tower, and he operated the Taixu Strategy quietly. His mana vibrated through the acupoints, cultivating the blood and flesh in the process. The depth increased gradually, and time flowed like a river without him realizing.

When he opened his eyes again, the moon had risen. Its ray streamed gently like that of flowing water, and the ground was covered in silver. Shen Lian looked at the brilliant moon. It was like a big silver tray that existed in isolation. It made one feel like one could take refuge in it and escape from the events of the world.

Acting on the spur of the moment, Shen Lian reached for his zither.

The music he made drifted all over, just as how the water in the mountains would, and it could be heard even in the rest of the courtyards.

In Courtyard Number Three, there was a person dressed in Taichi Daoist robe and wore his hair down. His eyes were clear and deep, and he was standing outside the window. He spaced out as he stared at the brilliant moon and the stars that dimmed in comparison.

At that moment, the music reached him. It reminded him of the sound of nature, the chirping of birds and insects. Though, as he listened closely, he noticed a sense of pride in it. That was beyond the sound of zither.

It was the zither, and yet it was the person; it had begun in improvisation, and it ended with the personal emotions. He was impressed by the state of mind that was conveyed through the tune, the way a person remained unbothered by the countless occurrences in the world. After hearing such great music, he could not help but to trace its source.

The outline of his body changed, and there were spots of light at where he once stood. Within moments, he stood at the door of Courtyard Number Seven.

The sound of the zither was getting clearer and classier, and the tune was something that he had never heard of.

He could not help himself from clapping, and the music stopped immediately.