The stolen magic is a bit magical

Yes, the Moon Demon is a member of the Burial Moon Valley, and her Burial Moon Valley was destroyed by the current Demon Emperor. This woman created a song called "The Song of Martyrdom for the Moon," in which she martyred her people and the moon. But isn't she accusing the Demon Emperor?

A hundred years ago, this piece made its debut, stunning all forty-nine demon realms, but it also greatly displeased His Majesty the Demon Emperor. Under immense pressure, the Moon Demon vowed to seal the zither for three hundred years.

But today, he broke his vow and re-emerged, pushing the Song of Martyrdom to its peak.

Judging solely from this piece, it is absolutely exquisite.

Considering the context in which this piece was played, it can be considered the right path—healing a friend's spiritual wounds.

However, it's hard not to wonder if she had her own considerations behind this, such as accusations against the Demon Emperor!

Above the sky, the blue waves are faintly visible.

On the azure waves, the lights are dazzling.

The turquoise waters seemed to reflect the dew-covered lake beneath our feet.

The light spots seem to resemble spirit fish leaping across the water.

A powerful aura of the Great Dao permeated the heavens and earth, emanating from the horizon.

"The spirit fish leaps across, inscribed with joyful patterns!" someone exclaimed softly.
"Indeed, the inscription on the Dao of Music is so clear; her Dao of Music has indeed broken through!"

"Pull into the secrets of heaven, lest you miss your chance to cultivate the Dao..." In an instant, countless people sat cross-legged.

Inside the pavilion, Han Yan closed her eyes. In her sea of ​​consciousness, waves surged and spirit fish darted up and down. Her once shattered Dao realm was now quietly being repaired.

Because she suddenly understood.

Her friends, along with their entire clan, perished together, a sacrifice to the moon for a thousand years.

And what about her?
It was just a major blow to the clan's fortunes, but the clan members were still alive. Compared to Yue Yao, her injuries were nothing.

Her Dao injury might have truly been healed by the Dao patterns of the Heavenly Dao, or it might not have been; rather, it was the Moon Demon using her own experience to comfort her, reminding her that her people were still alive!

Your hurdle is nothing.

With this thought in mind, she understood much more, and her Dao injury was half healed.

"Brother Su!" Gu Suixin's voice transmitted to Lin Xiaosu: "Is this woman's music really that good? I see that you are also deeply moved."

"This woman's love of Taoism is secondary; her cultivation is astonishing!" Lin Xiaosu said, "Wherever the moonlight reaches, it becomes a sharp blade. If she had the will to kill, she could kill anyone under the moonlight with a single thought!"

This is where laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door.

His divine insight clearly saw two things.

Firstly, in fact, the Moon Demon is not in the sky at this moment; the sky is merely her projection. The real her is still on the lake.

Secondly, the moonlight falling from the sky contains her Dao intent. Wherever the moonlight reaches, it becomes her eyes, ears, hands, and feet. In the blink of an eye, she can truly kill all living beings under the moonlight.

Of course, the premise is that these creatures are ones she is capable of killing.

This is the true magic of music.

Enjoying the Way is a refined skill, but when it is elevated to the level of the Way, it can be transformed into a weapon of life and death at any time.

Gu Suixin took a deep breath: "Brother Su has a discerning eye, indeed! Why would this woman display this great divine power of music in front of so many experts? Is it a show of force against the Demon Emperor?"

“Perhaps there really is such a meaning!” Lin Xiaosu said, “The ridiculous thing is that this nineteenth prince of the Demon Emperor actually wants to get close to her.”

The fact that the nineteenth prince of the Demon Emperor was pursuing the Moon Demon was, of course, a message passed on to the two of them through the discussions of those present.

The music faded into the distance.

The music gradually faded.

But the more distant and lower the place, the more poignant the sorrow it evokes becomes, and the bright moon in the sky seems to transform into an eyeball.

A single tear trembled precariously in her eye.

Finally, the last note faded into the sky, and a tear fell, landing on the attic floor.

Above the pavilion, a circle of Dao patterns, like waves, like a pool of spring water, crashed into Han Yan's spiritual platform.

Half of the dust has been swept away from her mind!
Her Taoist wound has healed by about 60%.

"Good!" Everyone on the platform stood up and shouted.

"A truly wonderful experience, a legend to be enjoyed for another century!" someone exclaimed excitedly.

"The joyous gathering of all races has reached its zenith!"

"..."

In an instant, cheers erupted from the high platform and throughout the city.

The nineteenth prince of the Demon Emperor straightened his clothes, preparing to head to the pavilion to welcome his goddess and stage a triumphant return...

Just then, Lin Xiaosu and Gu Suixin stepped onto the high platform.

Beside the high platform, two demon guards simultaneously raised their hands: "This is a high-level event; unauthorized personnel are prohibited from entering!"

They were refused entry.

Lin Xiaosu said calmly, "The Myriad Races Music Festival, are you refusing to let musicians ascend the tower?"

His voice is very loud.

Half the people in the high-rise building suddenly turned their gazes to his face...

"A musician?" The guard was also slightly taken aback.

Didn't the musicians at this grand event spend seven days and seven nights on the high platform?
How could there possibly be musicians climbing the tower at this time?
"You are human!"

"Yes!"

"This is a music festival of the demon realm; no human musicians have been invited..."

"I originally did not intend to climb the tower, but upon hearing Yue Yao's song 'Ode to the Moon,' I was deeply moved and wish to dedicate a piece to Yue Yao in order to connect through music. I wonder if Yue Yao would be willing to become a kindred spirit in music with me?"

The Moon Demon, who had just arrived at the attic, suddenly turned around.

Through the window, she saw Lin Xiaosu's face.

A handsome young man with a dashing and spirited demeanor.

Han Yan was busy healing the wounds by pulling on the tail of Le Dao Mingwen, trying to heal as much as possible, when she suddenly heard these words. She opened her eyes abruptly, stared at Lin Xiaosu through the window, and her mind went blank for a moment: "Su Lin!"

Upon hearing the name Su Lin, Yue Yao's eyes lit up: "He is... the one who severely injured you with the song 'Spring River Flower Moon Night'... Su Lin?"

“It’s him, that scoundrel…” Han Yan gritted her teeth.

What is this called?
Should I travel thousands of miles away to stab her in the back?

I haven't even bothered you, and you still come at me...

Suddenly, her mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts, and the Dao injury that had been healed by more than half seemed to have regressed in an instant.

The Moon Demon was difficult to deal with in a short time.

Deep down, she really wanted this Su Lin to perform "Spring River Flower Moon Night" again, so that she could experience the amazing masterpiece that her human friend had described as divine. However, she was rational. She knew that her friend had been deeply hurt by this person's performance of "Spring River Flower Moon Night," and at this critical juncture, she couldn't afford to suffer a second blow.

Just then, someone stepped forward.

The nineteenth son of the Demon Emperor stepped forward: "You dare to be a kindred spirit to the Moon Demon? Get lost!"

With a sudden outstretched hand, the boundless demonic power of the Sky-Patrolling Demon Eagle surged forth.

Expel them immediately!
If everyone in the audience was pleased by the music and wanted to hear the human musicians' skills again, he would not agree.

Because this person speaks rudely.

What does it mean to "communicate with the moon demon through music"?
What does it mean to find joy in music and connect with kindred spirits?

Can't you see I'm waiting right here?

The goddess of happiness that I've been longing for but haven't been able to win over, do you think a nobody like you can just lay a finger on her?

As soon as the peerless demonic power from the Sky-Patrolling Demon Eagle was unleashed, dozens of people behind Lin Xiaosu were swept away and fell directly from the top of the lotus flower.

However, Lin Xiaosu's hair fluttered slightly as she stood as steady as a mountain.

His expression remained unchanged. With a flick of his wrist, a long flute appeared in his hand: "The fairy is like the moon in the sky, while I am but a mortal. Having exhausted all worldly affairs, I have nothing left to offer. I present you with a song, 'The Burial of Flowers'!"

The sound of the flute began, like a shower of blossoms falling from the sky.

Just the first note, and it went straight to the brain and heart...

Everyone in the audience felt their hearts leap into their throats.

Those present were all talented musicians who could discern the essence of music simply by listening to it. This person merely played the flute, yet the naturalness of the melody and the control of the emotions were already masterful.

The hearts of Yueyao and Hanyan in the attic also pounded at the same time.

The piece he played this time was not "Spring River Flower Moon Night," which caused Han Yan to be hurt, but "The Burial of Flowers."

what for?

"The Lament for Fallen Flowers" is too sensitive.

The tune that Han Yan played when she fought him on Moon Lake is also called "The Burial of Flowers," which is one of the seven great battle techniques of Tiandu, performed by Han Yan using music.

Today, he came to Lonely Leaf City in the Demon Realm, and while Han Yandao's injuries were still healing, he also played a tune of "The Burial of Flowers".

What do you mean?
Will they once again crush Han Yan in her most formidable territory?

His intention was to completely destroy Han Yan.
It's not surprising that the two women had this idea; from the perspective of the adversary, this is a brilliant strategy against the enemy.

First, defeat you with my own moves, then defeat you with your best methods. That's what it means to kill someone by destroying their spirit!
Immediately, Yueyao and Hanyan raised the cordon.

However, when "The Lament for the Fallen Flowers" was performed, they were all astonished.

This is not Han Yan's "The Lament for Fallen Flowers".

This melody, though melodious, carries a sense of destiny.

This song carries a sense of hope amidst sorrow.

Even if this hope is as fragile as a cicada's wing, it is still quietly sustained by the musical notes...

It is precisely this unique artistic conception of sorrow without grief that makes this piece stand out from the very beginning...

Even more incredibly, characters emerged from the flute he played, arranging themselves around him...

It's a long poem!
"Flowers fall and fly, filling the sky; their red fades and fragrance dies, who will mourn them? Gossamer threads softly bind the spring pavilion, and falling catkins lightly brush against the embroidered curtains..."

"Oh my god!" Yue Yao's eyes widened in surprise.

Han Yan stared blankly at the long poem.

High above, the entire city watched in stunned silence. This was a spectacle they had never seen before: flutes being played and lyrics being sung.

Moreover, the lyrics accompanying the poem were absolutely wonderful verses that I had never heard of or seen before.

Every word is imbued with a delicate fragrance, each character permeated with the aroma of books.

Is this the style of human scholars?

Is this the mystery that haunts the hearts of the women in the tribe?

"A young lady in her boudoir laments the passing of spring, her heart filled with sorrow she cannot soothe. She takes her flower hoe and steps out from behind the embroidered curtain, reluctantly treading on fallen blossoms as she comes and goes. Willow catkins and elm seeds bloom in their own time, heedless of whether peach or plum blossoms fall. The peach and plum trees will bloom again next year, but who will be in her boudoir then..."

In the attic, the Moon Demon was completely stunned.

Is this poetry?

of course!
But is this just poetry?

No!

This is that period of history!

This was her former home!

She is a flower fairy, and the peach and plum trees mentioned in his poems are all her sisters.

A catastrophe struck, and all loved ones were lost.

In the Valley of Burial Moon, she returned alone. She buried her brothers, sisters, parents and relatives with her own hands. At that moment, looking at the ordinary peach and plum trees that would still bloom, she asked the earth and the heavens, "Will the peach and plum trees bloom again next year? Who will be in the boudoir next year?"

there is none left!
The students who flourish again are just students; the departed loved ones have entered the cycle of reincarnation...

Two lines of tears flowed silently down.

The long poem flowed down her face, but it could no longer be seen through her tear-filled eyes...

She gently wiped away her tears and saw the last few lines of music coming from his flute...

"At the ends of the earth, where is there a fragrant mound? Better to gather the beautiful bones in a brocade pouch, and bury the elegance with a handful of muddy earth. Pure in essence, it comes and goes in purity, better than being trapped in a filthy ditch. Now that you are dead, I will bury you, but I do not know when I will die. Today I bury flowers and people laugh at my folly, but who will bury me in the years to come? Look at the fading spring flowers, that is when beauty grows old and dies. When spring ends and beauty fades, flowers fall and people die, and neither knows the other."

The poem ends, the music falls silent.

Lin Xiaosu sighed, and the long poem in front of him turned into fallen petals scattered on the ground.

As the fallen petals landed in the pool below, countless spirit fish emerged from the water. The surface of the water was covered with Dao patterns, clear as if carved by a knife, radiating endless Dao light.

This path encompasses the path of joy, the path of literature, and above all, the brilliance of humanity…

"The spirit fish has emerged directly from the water!" someone exclaimed. "The spirit fish has emerged from the water, turning the illusory into the real!"

"This is the highest realm of finding joy!"

"My God, what... what have we witnessed? A human prodigy has achieved the pinnacle of the Demon Realm's Myriad Races Gathering?"

In an instant, the whole city was filled with exclamations.

On the high platform, everyone stared at Lin Xiaosu.

Shocked, or fascinated...

The music industry giant was shocked, while the most talented women of the demon realm were captivated...

There is a long-standing rumor in the Demon Realm that human scholars are the epitome of elegance, but many geniuses disagree, including those self-proclaimed talented female demons.

However, today, at the pinnacle of the Demon Realm, representing the highest hall, this suddenly appearing human genius, with a wonderful musical composition and an unprecedented long poem, has become the most stirring legend in their hearts...

Inside the attic, Han Yan slowly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with disbelief.

There are two unbelievable points.

Firstly, her injuries had almost completely healed.

Why?

Because she found a weakness in her introductory piece, "The Burial of Flowers".

Her lament for the fallen flowers is a lament of the ways of Heaven.

And this is the song "The Lament for Fallen Flowers" that he performed.

It is a tragedy for humanity.

The lament of Heaven is unrelated to worldly affairs; it lacks humanity.

Human tragedy is a more down-to-earth tragedy; it incorporates humanity and therefore hope.

She empathized with this lament for the fallen flowers.

She suddenly felt her Dao realm was much fuller...

Another unbelievable thing was that she saw the Moon Demon's tears.

The Moon Demon always wore a smile; people had almost never seen her without one. But today, her smile was gone, and tears streamed down her face.

Han Yan knew perfectly well why.

It's also because of empathy.

This empathy is different from the empathy she felt for Han Yan.

The cold smoke reflects human nature.

And she is part of history.

"Sister Hanyan!" Yueyao said softly, "Your Dao injury seems to have completely healed."

Upon hearing this, the tears on her face miraculously disappeared.

“Yes, perhaps his flute today is not an enemy of mine, but rather a complement to my ‘Burial of Flowers’ lament. Therefore, the better the flute music, the more beneficial it is to me,” Han Yan said.

"Perhaps we should believe in the old saying, 'The one who tied the knot must untie it!'" Yue Yao said, "If possible, befriend him through music and become kindred spirits in the art of music. Perhaps your second love will come soon."

Han Yan's heart skipped a beat: "But he chose you!"

"Do you really think he didn't notice your existence? Do you really think his choice of 'The Burial of Flowers' was just unintentional? When I shrouded this area in moonlight, I sensed his deep scrutiny of you. This piece of music was actually for you! He didn't want you to be hurt forever."

At this moment, everyone in the room looked at Lin Xiaosu with goodwill.

Perhaps there is only one person.

Anger surged to his head.

This person was naturally the nineteenth prince.

He had actually reached Lin Xiaosu, and was only three meters away from her. Based on the principle that he did not want to leave a bad impression on Yue Yao, he did not rudely drive the person away immediately.

However, he made a fatal mistake.

This person's song and poem shook the entire demon realm.

He even saw the Moon Demon's tears.

These tears are too dangerous!
"Boy, how dare you disrupt my Demon Realm's Sacred Music Gathering? I will not tolerate you!" As soon as he finished speaking, his claws suddenly transformed into sharp claws, ready to strike.

This arrest was not as simple as just kicking him out.

This is a direct threat to Lin Xiaosu's life.

Just as he was about to fall, a person suddenly appeared in front of him—it was none other than Yue Yao, who had just been in the attic.

“Moon Demon, I…” The nineteenth prince’s hand stopped abruptly.

Lin Xiaosu suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

The Moon Demon blocked the Nineteenth Prince's attack and was originally trying to figure out how to say her first words to him when she suddenly sensed a strange aura coming from the sky.

She followed Lin Xiaosu's gaze and her expression suddenly changed.

Above the sky, a giant hand; behind the giant hand, a thick fog.

This giant hand has six fingers, a palm, and a peach blossom eye.

"Cangwu!" The expression of the two demon clan leaders sitting at the top suddenly changed.

With a loud bang, everyone on the platform stood up, their expressions changing simultaneously.

Cangwu is a divine beast from Cangyuan that monitors the entire world.

Whether human, demon, monster, god, or even the deep palace of an imperial dynasty, everyone must behave properly under this eye.

You dare to overstep the bounds, you dare to evade its surveillance, as if it were disrespectful to Cangyuan.

Cangyuan is not so tolerant; those who dare to disrespect him will be annihilated!

No matter who you are!

"Everyone, do not act rashly. Prepare to face Cangwu's exploration!" The demon clan leader on the high platform issued a stern warning.

At that one sentence, no one dared to move.

They remained motionless as they awaited Cangwu's exploration.

Anyway, you didn't do anything serious. If Cangwu wants to watch, then let him watch!

This is the basic rule for survival.

Cangwu descended from the void like a giant dragon with an invisible tail, slowly approaching the high platform.

Lin Xiaosu's heart skipped a beat...

Others could face Cangwu with composure, but he dared not!
Why?

Because he shattered Cangwu's eyes in the Heavenly Abyss.

Cangwu's eyes, in essence, are merely for seeing.

You can let him see it, there's no problem. In Cangyuan's eyes, even if the imperial power changes, it has nothing to do with him. What secrets can't you show him?

However, Lin Xiaosu had no idea.

He saw those eerie eyes suddenly rise from the abyss and approach him. Reacting instinctively, he pierced the eyeball with his sword.

This stab has caused a lot of trouble.

The prying eye instantly transformed into a terrifying killing intent, almost preventing him from escaping the Heavenly Abyss.

Fortunately, the formation was activated in time, allowing him to escape.

Now, we have entered the desolate ancient era.

I've been targeted by eyes like these.

He dared not gamble that this Cangwu was the same one from Tianyuan, nor did he dare gamble that there was some kind of special information-sharing mechanism among the Cangwu, though it was highly likely to be.

Because he clearly saw a fierce glint awakening in those peach blossom eyes...

"What's going on? Brother Su, it seems Cangwu is after you." Gu Suixin's voice came.

Look, even he noticed.

That's it...

Lin Xiaosu's mind raced: "Brother Gu, our chance has come. Get ready!"

"Chance?"

"I'm here to create chaos, and you can take advantage of the chaos to steal my Xuanjia armor. Now run away!"

Gu Suixin was greatly shaken. His senses instantly increased to the maximum, and he detected the location of his own Xuanjia armor.

At this moment, the super expert's entire attention was focused on Cang Wu, which weakened his defenses against the woman beside him. This gave him the opportunity. As soon as he sensed the Xuanjia's aura, he transmitted his voice to Lin Xiaosu: "Locked on!"

"Very good!" As soon as Lin Xiaosu finished speaking, her primordial spirit suddenly left her body!
This detachment directly entered the consciousness of the nineteenth prince in front of him.

The nineteenth prince shuddered violently. Just as his primordial spirit emerged, Lin Xiaosu's primordial spirit slashed down with a sword!
puff!
His primordial spirit was destroyed.

Lin Xiaosu's primordial spirit took over this physical body.

At this moment, Cang Wu was only ten feet away from the tall building, and the fierce light in his eyes was already firmly locked onto Lin Xiaosu.

Just then, the nineteenth prince suddenly leaped up and instantly crossed ten zhang of space.

It lashed out with a claw.

With a soft pop, the eyeball ruptured.

The nineteenth prince roared, "What the hell is Cang Yuan? How dare he be so insolent in front of me? If you piss me off, my Heavenly Demon Squad will raze you, Cang Yuan, to the ground!"

With a deafening roar, the heavens trembled, and an extremely terrifying storm swept in.

The giant monster on the main seat trembled violently.

Nineteenth Prince, you fool, are you trying to kill your father?

He leaped into the air!

The instant he took flight, a sharp claw emerged from the clouds above...

This strike truly resembled divine punishment...

At the same time, Gu Suixin, who was next to Lin Xiaosu, suddenly flashed.

The hundred-foot space flashed by, heading straight for the main seat.

The woman on the main seat, who had been gazing at the sky just moments before, suddenly sensed a sharp killing intent.

A phantom image of a six-winged demonic eagle flashed on her forehead, and she rose to her feet.

This incident directly collided with Gu Suixin.

Gu Suixin suddenly raised his hand.

hiss!
The woman's clothes were separated, and on her back was a piece of skin that was clearly different from her own flesh.

Gu Suixin simply tore off this piece of skin.

Blood flew.

The old man in the air raised his hand and used a breaking strike to knock back the sharp claws in the clouds. Suddenly, he heard the scream of the woman behind him.

The old man was about to turn around...

Suddenly, the sky brightened...

The clouds of ten thousand miles transformed into a single sword!
With a flash of sword light, a devastating killing intent enveloped the entire Lonely Leaf City.

The old man was greatly alarmed and cried out, "Immortal Cangyuan, please hear me out..."

Chi!
The sword fell!
The old man was split in two.

Behind him, the nineteenth son of the Demon Emperor was split in two.

Beneath them, the lotus flowers that had withstood thousands of years of wind and rain were split in two.

That sword light was unavoidable and unstoppable, directly cleaving the entire Lonely Leaf City's totem-like lotus flower formation from top to bottom, and splitting the Dew Lake in two.

The two halves of the lake, now separated, strangely ceased to merge.

That sword mark carried an incomparably powerful spatial force.

In the space, a willow leaf flew up, soared into the sky, and disappeared into thin air!
The Moon Demon stared blankly at the sky.

Those on the brothel were all stunned into silence. (End of Chapter)