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Chapter 412 Listening to Spring Rain All Night in a Small Building
A few breaths later, Gu Shaoan gently shook his head.

Although Huang Xuemei's skill level is now extremely high, her understanding of "Tianlong Bayin" is still only "smooth and perfect", and she has not yet reached the point of transforming form into meaning.

This is Huang Xuemei's weakness.

If Ren Donghai had a divine weapon like the Crescent Moon Saber, he might have been able to fight Huang Xuemei to a standstill.

But the scimitar in Ren Donghai's hand is just a fake. Without the blessing of a divine weapon, how can he defeat Huang Xuemei?

Immediately, Gu Shaoan circulated his internal energy and maximized his senses.

In Gu Shaoan's perception, there was no unusual movement of the power of heaven and earth around the round moon gate.

According to what Gu Shaoan learned from Sun Baifa, during the process of the Three Elements Unifying, martial artists will draw the power of heaven and earth into their bodies, and then use the power of heaven and earth to make their essence, energy, and spirit unite into one.

However, there is still no power of heaven and earth being activated around the Round Moon Gate, which is enough to show that Ren Zhenbei has not yet started the Three Elements Integration.

However, to Gu Shaoan's surprise, he not only did not feel the power of heaven and earth being activated within the Round Moon Gate, but he also did not feel the fluctuation of the second stream of Qi.

This situation could only occur if Ren Zhenbei was not cultivating within the Round Moon Gate, or if he used a special method to shield the fluctuations of his internal energy during cultivation.

Of the two options, Gu Shaoan preferred the second one.

Inside the arena, seemingly sensing the abnormality in Huang Xuemei's strength, Ren Donghai no longer held back. His internal energy surged wildly, and he concentrated all his power into a single strike, unleashing an incredibly refined dark red blade of energy, like a giant ship cleaving through the waves, attempting to forcefully tear apart the sonic waves.

Huang Xuemei's eyes turned slightly cold, and she suddenly slashed across the strings with her right hand.

Instantly, the menacing blade energy seemed to crash into an invisible net.

Countless thin, yet incredibly strong, sonic threads appeared out of thin air, entwining, cutting, and eroding the blade's energy.

The speed of the blade energy slowed down at a visible rate, its light dimmed rapidly, and finally it completely dissipated into nothingness when it was still three zhang away from Huang Xuemei.

How could that be?

Faced with this scene, Ren Donghai's face turned pale. That last strike could be said to have concentrated all his power.

But the result was that it couldn't even touch the hem of the other party's clothes, and the condensed sword energy was worn away by these sound waves.

Looking at Huang Xuemei, who was neither red-faced nor out of breath, Ren Donghai realized that although Huang Xuemei was young, her skill level was far superior to his.

Seemingly realizing that there was still a real problem inside the Round Moon Gate, Huang Xuemei, having ascertained Ren Donghai's strength, no longer held back.

Her gaze suddenly sharpened, her seated posture remaining unchanged, but her aura abruptly shifted. The murderous intent that had been flowing from her zither music vanished, replaced by the stillness before a storm. Then, the movements of her ten fingers on the strings became slow and heavy, yet imbued with an indescribable rhythm.

At the same time, layers of visible and colorful sound waves rushed towards Ren Donghai.

As these sound waves swept in overwhelmingly, Ren Donghai had already pushed his own internal energy to its limit, forming a solid and thick blood-red protective aura three feet away from his body, attempting to isolate the strange sound waves.

However, the terrifying aspect of the "Eight Sounds Piercing the Heart" technique from "Tianlong Bayin" that Huang Xuemei is currently using lies in its "all-pervasive" nature.

When these sound waves came into contact with Ren Donghai's protective aura, they did not forcefully break through. Instead, like mercury spilling onto the ground, they transmitted a portion of the vibrational power and demonic sound intent into the aura through the tiny gaps and fluctuations in the aura's circulation.

Ren Donghai felt the air inside the protective shield tremble slightly, and the music seemed to echo and explode directly in the depths of his mind and in his heart.

Even though he had shut off his hearing and circulated his vital energy to protect his ears and even the acupoints throughout his body, the vibrations that originated from the essence of sound and directly affected the rhythm of life could not be completely isolated.

His heartbeat was inevitably affected, and began to accelerate and become disordered in accordance with a strange rhythm.

Ren Donghai's face turned deathly pale, veins bulged on his forehead, and large beads of sweat rolled down his face.

He desperately circulated his inner energy, trying to stabilize his blood and qi, suppress his internal energy, and resist the pervasive infiltration of the demonic sound. However, the more he circulated his power, the stronger the resistance and interference with the demonic sound frequency became, and the greater the backlash became.

"puff"

But after stubbornly holding on for a few breaths, Ren Donghai could no longer suppress the churning blood and qi in his body and the violent tremors of his internal organs, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth.

The crimson protective shield around him shook violently, its light dimmed rapidly, and his aura instantly weakened considerably. His face turned as white as if it had been coated with tin powder, devoid of any color.

Just as his internal organs were injured and his protective aura began to sway slightly.

"Clang!"

A delicate yet extremely sharp melody, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, came from above Ren Donghai's head.

He looked up in horror and saw a cyan sonic blade, so refined it was almost tangible, instantly pierce through the protective aura he had formed in front of him.

"laugh--"

A soft sound, like a sharp blade slicing through thin silk.

The expression on Ren Donghai's face, a mixture of pain, horror, and resentment, suddenly froze.

The next moment, the light in his eyes vanished as quickly as a candle flickering in the wind.

A head slid cleanly off the neck. The headless corpse stood upright for a moment, still tightly gripping the black curved knife in its hand, before collapsing to the ground with a thud, as if all its bones had been removed. Blood gushed from the severed neck like a fountain, quickly staining the ground beneath it.

Seeing Ren Donghai's dismembered body, the remaining disciples and elders of the Round Moon Sect couldn't help but take a few steps back, their faces filled with shock.

Some quick-thinking disciples of the Round Moon Sect had already quietly retreated behind the others, then turned and fled into the distance.

With these people taking the lead, the other disciples of the Round Moon Sect also realized what was happening and began to scatter and flee.

Neither Huang Xuemei nor Gu Shaoan paid any attention to these ordinary disciples of the Round Moon Sect.

After shifting her gaze from Ren Donghai's corpse, Huang Xuemei slowly spoke, "Ren Zhenbei, your grandson has already gone first. How long are you planning to hide?"

Huang Xuemei's icy voice echoed across the empty, blood-soaked ground, drowning out the cries and footsteps of the fleeing disciples, clearly reverberating throughout the entire Round Moon Gate.

As soon as he finished speaking, the world seemed to fall silent for a moment.

Followed by.

"Boom—"

A deafening, violent impact erupted from the back mountain, and even Gu Shaoan, who was standing on the eaves, could feel the eaves beneath his feet tremble violently.

Then, Gu Shaoan looked to the northwest and saw that the rocky artificial mountain area was now filled with billowing smoke and dust.

Before the smoke and dust had even cleared, a tall, gaunt black figure burst out like a ghost, instantly traversing a distance of nearly ten zhang as if teleporting, and then suddenly appearing in the Shura-like open space within the manor in just a few breaths.

Coincidentally, he was standing right next to Ren Donghai's decapitated body, whose blood had not yet dried up.

The newcomer appeared to be in his eighties, with a withered face, deep wrinkles as if carved by a knife and axe, sunken eyes, and a head of long, gray hair neatly combed and tied with a black jade hairpin. He wore a simple black robe.

It was Ren Zhenbei, the previous leader of the Round Moon Gate.

On the open ground, Ren Zhenbei's gaze slowly lowered, landing on the head with wide-open, unseeing eyes at his feet, and on the familiar headless corpse.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

A moment later, Ren Zhenbei slowly bent down, extended his withered, claw-like hand, yet it was unusually steady and powerful, and gently touched Ren Donghai's eyes, which were still wide open, and closed his eyelids for him.

His movements appeared gentle, but the boiling killing intent around him grew increasingly violent.

Then, he straightened up, slowly raised his head, and his eyes, instead of the clear black and white of a normal person, nor the cloudy eyes that appear with age, were a deep crimson.

A pure, chilling, and almost tangible killing intent began to emanate from Ren Zhenbei's body.

Combined with the crimson aura emanating from his body, Ren Zhenbei appeared to be enveloped in a ball of crimson flames.

The surrounding air seemed to be distorted by the killing intent and energy emanating from Ren Zhenbei.

Immediately afterwards, Ren Zhenbei let out a low roar, and a wave of energy carrying condensed killing intent burst forth from Ren Zhenbei's body.

Within a hundred feet, the already terrified and weaker disciples of the Round Moon Sect were struck in the chest as if by a heavy hammer by this sound wave containing terrifying spiritual energy and killing intent. They coughed up blood, staggered to the ground, and some even fainted on the spot with their eyes rolled back.

The nearby building ruins, impacted by the sound wave, caused the already crumbling beams, pillars, and bricks to groan under the strain, and dust to fall in rustling waves.

Huang Xuemei was still far away and had made preparations, but she still felt a slight jolt in her mind, a buzzing in her ears, and her blood and qi uncontrollably accelerated.

A chill ran through her, and she immediately circulated her inner energy to steady her mind. Her hands were already on the strings of the Heavenly Demon Harp again, and her aura was taut to the extreme.

Gu Shaoan stood atop the pillar, his robes fluttering in the wind from the murderous sound waves.

Gu Shaoan slightly raised his face when he looked at Ren Zhenbei.

Judging from Gu Shaoan's medical skills, how could he not see that Ren Zhenbei was already consumed by murderous intent and had gone mad with evil?

Then, Gu Shaoan shifted his gaze slightly to Ren Zhenbei's hands.

In his left hand was a curved scabbard, but the knife that should have been in the scabbard was in the old man's right hand.

The knife is three feet long, and its blade is a strange color that is "green, as green as distant mountains," as if it has condensed the deepest green in the world.

On the blade, seven small characters, written in bold, elegant strokes, carrying a mysterious poetic and lonely air, are faintly visible.

I listened to the spring rain all night in my small building.

The blade seemed to possess a special magic, giving off a chilling aura just by looking at it.

As his gaze fell upon the crescent-shaped scimitar, Gu Shaoan couldn't help but admire the craftsman who forged it, for he possessed exceptional aesthetic sense.

Among all the weapons in the world, the Crescent Moon Saber is the only one that can be described as "poetic and picturesque".

(End of this chapter)