Tianlong: Starting with Mantuo Manor as fertilizer

The sound of the zither was like the distant sound of a Buddhist bell, its lingering resonance echoing far and wide.

Upon hearing this, my anger dissipated.

Yue Laosan was channeling his inner strength and laughing wildly, his mind solely focused on killing to establish his authority.

Upon hearing this music, I suddenly felt a strange stirring in my heart, and a peculiar thought began to arise.

I felt that this kind of fighting and brawling was meaningless, and a sense of drowsiness swept over me.

The thought only flashed through my mind.

Yue Laosan immediately became alert and started cursing.

"Damn, that's weird, really weird!"

He forcefully gathered his inner energy, burst into wild laughter, and tried to suppress it with force.

Unfortunately, the sound of the zither disrupted his rhythm during his breathing breaks, greatly reducing the power of his laughter.

The two women from Lingjiu Palace were also thrown into disarray.

The two of them were of one mind and spoke in unison.

The original whistling sound was dense and long, like mercury spilling onto the ground, and was impeccable.

At this moment, the music also led them astray, causing them to lose their composure.

Kang Guangling sat upright at the bow of the boat, his ten fingers twirling and plucking.

No matter how much internal energy Yue Laosan and the others exerted or how they adjusted their rhythm, when they encountered the sound of the zither, it was like a stream flowing into the sea, its melody being carried away.

Although their internal strength was not as good as Kang Guangling's, it was not so bad.

This is because Kang Guangling was a master of music in his time.

He uses the rhythm and tempo of the melody to draw people in.

Unlike Yue Laosan and others who only knew how to use their internal energy to howl.

Yue Laosan and his men fought him with sound, which was tantamount to using their own weaknesses to attack the enemy's strengths.

Of the three, Bao's skill level is the weakest.

He had already exhausted his internal energy from his previous battle with Yue Laosan and others.

As the music entered my ears, I felt as if my body was soaking in hot water.

My limbs and bones felt warm and comfortable, and I felt completely limp, not wanting to move at all.

He forced himself to stay alert and looked back into the cabin.

The guards, who had been staggering and in agony from the shockwaves from all three sides, now had peaceful expressions on their faces.

They all slumped to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

"What kind of sorcery is this?!"

Although Bao Butong was startled, his eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and they drooped involuntarily as he gradually began to doze off.

Inside the pavilion on the shore.

With the South China Sea Evil God and his gang no longer yelling and shouting, Xie Buruo immediately felt much more relaxed.

Upon hearing the music, he knew that Kang Guangling had arrived.

He turned around, intending to call Wang Yuyan and the other two to come and see what was going on.

But Wang Yuyan was lying on a chair in the pavilion, her hands clasped together as a pillow, already asleep.

Then look at Mu Wanqing, she's also sprawled out on the chair, fast asleep.

Xie, instead of listening to the melodious zither music on the lake, couldn't help but criticize Kang Guangling.

"You're Jigglypuff!"

Kang Guangling's "A Song on a Reed" is ethereal and lofty, inducing sleep.

However, it had no effect on Xie Buruo whatsoever.

Because he had lived two lives, he had progressed to a higher level than eminent monks and Taoist priests who had comprehended life and death without entering their gates.

He did indeed go in, and then he came out.

Xie Bu Ruo did not understand the methods of calming the mind, and his mind was often wandering.

Their moral character cannot be compared to that of eminent monks and virtuous masters.

But because he came from another time, he faced death and was born with an unparalleled spirit.

Although Kang Guangling's zither music was powerful, it could not affect those whose inner strength surpassed his own or those with unwavering resolve.

Seeing that the opponent's shouts were gradually subsiding, Kang Guangling continued to suppress them by playing the zither with one hand.

With the other hand, he rowed slowly toward the shore.

Seeing this situation, Xie should quickly leave the pavilion and go to the shore to help.

It was at this moment.

The lake, which had calmed down, began to stir again.

There were no special changes on the other side, though.

Suddenly, Yue Laosan's awning boat and the black boat from Lingjiu Palace also sailed towards the shore.

Although not as swift as before, it slowly approached.

Kang Guangling observed this and was filled with doubt.

"Hmm, do they also possess Brother Xie's talents, or do they have a way to resist my musical prowess?"

Just moments before, Yue Laosan was being fiercely suppressed by the sound of the zither when Tan Qing, the Soul Chaser, suddenly spoke from behind him.

"Third Uncle, this person's music seems to have something in common with the ventriloquism technique that my master taught me."

"My master once taught me a method to calm the mind, which can resist such supernatural powers. Third Uncle, first gather your inner strength in the Fengfu and Yuzhen acupoints..."

Tan Qing's skill with the Soul-Chasing Staff was far inferior to that of the others, and it was only through this method that he barely managed to withstand the sound of the zither.

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Yue Laosan's glare.

"What did you call me, kid?"

Tan Qing immediately realized her mistake and corrected herself: "Second Uncle!"

"So you're not stupid after all!" Yue Laosan nodded in satisfaction, but his eyelids grew heavier. He quickly said, "Tell me the method the eldest brother passed on to you!"

Tan Qing immediately revealed the key points of the mental technique.

Following his advice, Yue Laosan circulated his qi, and his drowsiness indeed subsided considerably.

His spirits lifted, and he grinned, "As expected of the boss, the methods he passed down are truly powerful!"

Tan Qing's expression turned solemn: "The opponent's cultivation level is profound; this technique can only barely withstand it."

"We do not possess our master's skill. If we allow this person to continue his attacks, we will ultimately be defeated."

"While we're defending against the music, we need to get close to him as quickly as possible and engage in hand-to-hand combat, so he has no time to play this wicked instrument. Only then will we have a chance of winning!"

Yue Laosan agreed wholeheartedly, grabbed the oar, and rowed vigorously, slowly steering the awning boat toward Kang Guangling's small boat.

On the other side, aboard the black ship of Lingjiu Palace.

The two women were also completely overwhelmed by Kang Guangling's zither music.

They tried to break free several times, but to no avail, and were filled with frustration.

Suddenly, Fu Minyi thought of something.

"Sister Qing Shuang, do you remember what the Lord once said? He has a great enemy who uses demonic sounds to bewitch people's minds!"

Cheng Qingshuang's expression shifted.

"How could I not remember! That's right! The Lord once taught us a method to resist demonic sounds; perhaps it can also counter this ghostly harp sound!"

The two women were of one mind. When their eyes met, they immediately began to use the mental techniques passed down by the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny.

That method was originally created by the Child Granny, specifically taught to her subordinates to resist Li Qiushui's demonic voice; it was exquisitely ingenious.

They secretly activated their magic incantations and immediately felt their minds clear.

Although the music was right next to my ears, it was as if there was a layer of water behind it, and it was no longer as disturbing to my mind as it had been before.

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with joy, and then took control of the sails, taking turns navigating the boat.

The black ship cut through the waves and headed straight for Kang Guangling.

The other maids on the boat did not possess the same level of internal energy cultivation as the two women, and had long since fallen asleep to the sound of the zither, lying haphazardly on the boat.

On the surface of the lake.

All three ships gradually approached the shore.

Kang Guangling had already sensed something was amiss, and he played the zither again, but still failed to achieve his goal.

This musical skill is already very taxing on the mind, let alone when it involves fighting against multiple opponents.

Seeing that he could not win quickly, Kang Guangling thought to himself, "The opponent is an enemy, not a friend. I can't waste my energy and suffer losses in the next battle."

He stopped playing the piano immediately.

The shore was already within reach.

Kang Guangling, holding the zither, leaped backwards and landed on the shore.

Over there, the Crocodile God of the South Sea and the two women from Lingjiu Palace, no longer disturbed by the music, were able to move their ship even faster.

Seeing that they were close to the shore, they each used their lightness skills to chase after each other.

One was like a big fish cleaving the waves, and the other two were like swallows skimming the water; in an instant, they reached the shore.

Only Tan Qing, with his slightly weaker skill, was unable to use his lightness skill to cross the river and could only continue rowing.

The four people landed on the shore, standing in four different directions, each forming a corner-like confrontation.