Translator: Tamon
Translation Checker: Silavin
Chen Changan never felt so drained in his life.
It was like he tousled with twenty women.
The use of Immortal Solution and Special Effects to sing one song had taxed his mind to the extreme.
[Being an Avatar must have something to do with it. It is only at the Establishment Stage, after all.]
He brought about music like no other, spreading its rhythm beyond Misty Pavilion; it felt like being one with the zither.
He looked at the Dragonised City and found that all the Malignant Spirits were dead, saving the lives of millions.
[So tired, so weak…] Chen Changan just lay there, on the stage, to sleep.
His only regret was that the night was fated to be one of solitude, without heartthrobs to soothe his loneliness. The softness of those large endowments was forever out of reach on this quiet night.
Above Dragonised City, the zither music filled with Dao Rhythm ceased.
Mei Niang was still standing with her eyes closed, committing the song to her mind. Under the music’s influence, her worldview widened. Her smiling and delicate face showed the world an otherworldly beauty.
As she opened her eyes, they shone with light.
[I advanced so easily.] It all felt so surreal to her.
[An unparalleled expert must be hiding down below. Maybe even a Celestial Immortal, or maybe a Dao Saint.]
[It’s baffling how a tiny Lower Realm such as this could have someone so amazing.]
Xie Bo and Zhuang Ming no longer wailed. They were weakened greatly under the music, their lives on the bring from the mystical Zither Dao.
Zhuang Ming even howled on the inside as he breathed his last. [How could the great Fiendish Sect Young Master, a supreme genius of the Upper Realm, die in such a rotten place? I won’t accept it!] Zhuang Ming’s remains scattered in the wind. Only his storage ring remained.
Xie Bo was an Immortal Lord. His Life Force was stronger than Zhuang Ming’s, but the zither music infused with Dao left his soul on the brink of collapse.
Xie Bo was pale and afraid, begging for his life, “Immortal Lord Thousand Beauty, save me.”
An Immortal Zither appeared before Mei Niang. She closed her eyes and strummed.
*Ding~* The music turned into an Immortal sword that culled Xie Bo’s last hope. He howled in rage and despair. “Agh! Thousand Beauty, you’re going to pay for this! You’re-”
Xie Bo’s last words were cut short with the fall of his head.
His soul faded away, and his body turned to dust.
A mighty Fiendish Immortal Domain’s Immortal Lord died just like that, at the hands of Mei Niang.
She put away the Immortal Zither.
“With the damage your soul suffered, you wouldn’t have lasted more than a couple of days. Sending you off is mercy.
“Of all Dao Protectors on this Lower Realm, you’ve met with the most sordid end of all.”
Mei Niang muttered, glancing at Dragonised City.
The city was still, with the cultivators cleaning up the battlefield. The Malignant Spirits Zhuang Ming summoned were gone, but the casualties piled high.
Around a hundred thousand corpses littered the streets, and this was the best-case scenario.
Without Chen Changan, the entire city would’ve become a ghost town.
Mei Niang was also stuck with Xie Bo and couldn’t lend them a hand.
“The music came from downtown. “I can’t believe a hidden worldly expert would save these beings. “Maybe it’s more about lending me a hand and presenting me with such a fortune.”
The music might have ceased, but Mei Niang knew its source. It was a place that stunned her.
Misty Pavilion.
[That Senior must’ve heard me playing in the Misty Pavilion, he might even have been watching.] Mei Niang’s mind shook. [Is it him?]
A figure appeared in her mind—that plain guy in white on the first floor. Only he was not affected by her music. There was no other that fit.
“It’s definitely him.”