You call this the Way of the Zither??

The Dragon Clan scripts that had been dormant for millennia suddenly lit up with a blinding blood-red light, as if warning us of something.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a hundred-foot-deep abyss split open in the ground, and a giant claw covered in scales emerged from the billowing Black Mist.

The Black Mist gradually dissipated, revealing the monster's true form.

It was a terrifying being, half-dragon and half-human.

It has the head of a dragon, but a human body from the neck down, and its entire body is covered with bronze-colored Dragon Scales.

Most terrifying of all are the two pairs of bony wings that unfold from its back, each flap of which stirs up a foul-smelling, poisonous wind.

"A... Fallen Dragon!" A knowledgeable old man collapsed to the ground, his voice trembling as he uttered, "High Antiquity books record a forbidden and ferocious creature that feeds on the Dragon Clan!"

"Since there's a Fallen Dragon, then what lies below must be..."

He died from inhaling poisonous air before he could finish speaking.

Putting aside what might follow, the aura of this Fallen Dragon alone has already reached the Tenth Realm!

This time, the highest level one can enter in the Secret Realm is the Tenth Realm; those who can enter beyond that level must take a pill.

Not to mention that at the same cultivation level, Demon Beasts are much stronger than human cultivators.

"It will be a tough battle." Li Xuan's expression was solemn. He believed he had only a 50% chance of defeating the Demon Beast.

"Not necessarily." Chu Wujiu seemed unconcerned about his Tenth Realm cultivation level, but as he spoke, he glanced at Qin Wangchuan.

He wanted to use this Demon Beast to probe Qin Wangchuan first.

"Argot--"

The Fallen Dragon raised its head and let out a deafening roar, the last note carrying an ancient echo.

Its gaze first fell on Lu Chen in the crowd.

I could feel the Dragon Qi surging from within him.

Just as Lu Chen was preparing for a desperate battle, the Fallen Dragon seemed to have smelled something even more delicious.

He slowly looked towards the Qin Clan's direction.

To be precise, she was looking at Qin Wangchuan.

This time, they didn't even use their feet; instead, they spread out two pairs of bone wings and flew over.

Upon witnessing this scene, everyone's expressions changed, and they unconsciously held their breath.

Everyone believed that what followed would be an earth-shattering battle.

On the platform outside the Secret Realm, the Imperial Preceptor, as the person in charge of this event, must possess Law Treasures capable of observing the Secret Realm.

The Dragon Pattern Ancient Mirror floated in the air, reflecting the bloody battle within the Secret Realm.

"Quite a few have died." One elder said, glancing at the elder of the Li Clan: "Even the Fallen Dragons have crawled out of their graves. This disaster was all caused by your Li Qingluan blocking the road; you must take responsibility!"

"Negative my foot! This is their destiny!" The Li Clan elder's hair and beard bristled, then he looked at Qin Wenhe: "If you ask me, it's still Qin Clan Qin Wangchuan's fault. Wasn't it all because he was waiting for him..."

Qin Wenhe, who was addressed as the Imperial Teacher, usually spoke in a refined and scholarly manner, but this time he unusually swore.

"You're talking nonsense! My Wangchuan is the one truly Born to Respond to Calamity, destined by Heaven!"

The Ji Clan elder raised an eyebrow, his expression strange. "Is this the key point?"

As the crowd discussed, they suddenly pointed to the Dragon Realm and spoke:

"Oh? Look, your family's chosen one is about to make his move..."

"But this..." An elder suddenly stopped stroking his beard, his brows furrowing. "Strange, he neither made any hand seals nor took out a sword, so why did he pick up a zither...?"

The words stopped abruptly, and the entire stage fell silent.

Dozens of gazes, sharp as arrows, shot towards Qin Wenhe in perfect unison, and an absurd thought exploded in everyone's minds—

"Wait... Your Qin Wangchuan also practices the Zither Dao??"

He actually practices the art of Zither Dao, but he had never used it before.

In front of the Dragon Language Stele Forest, Qin Wangchuan received the guqin from Ye Jianwei.

Qin Zhaoer's phoenix eyes were wide open at that moment.

She knew from Qin Wangchuan's posture while playing the zither that he was destined for greatness, but when had he learned it?

Even her own sister, who goes to the Wangchuan Pavilion to bother her every now and then, didn't know?

Qin Kuangge crossed his arms and continued watching the show.

Ye Jianwei's lips curled up slightly.

Only she knew that the Young Master's musical talent far surpassed her own, and he was not an ordinary genius, but an unparalleled prodigy who could understand music instantly!

The piece that I had to practice every day, the Young Master learned after just one listen—it was terrifying!

Qin Wangchuan's fingertips lightly brushed the strings, and the instrument suddenly gleamed, as if in response.

When the Fallen Dragon pounced within three zhang (approximately 10 meters), he suddenly plucked the string.

"Zheng--"

The first sound was like Phoenix Cry echoing through the heavens, and the gray-white pupil of the Fallen Dragon's left eye burst open in response.

"Roar!" The Demon Beast roared in pain, its bone wings flapping wildly as poisonous mist billowed into the sky.

Qin Wangchuan's right hand suddenly became a blur, plucking six strings in quick succession.

Six sonic blades intertwined in the air to form chains, binding the Fallen Dragon tightly.

As the chains tightened, the Fallen Dragon let out a painful howl, its scales sparking with dazzling sparks as the chains snapped shut.

Qin Wangchuan raised an eyebrow upon seeing this, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "As expected of a forbidden ferocious creature that feeds on the Dragon Clan."

If it were an ordinary Demon Beast, it would have been reduced to countless pieces by this attack.

It withstood the attack using only its Dragon Scales.

Seeing no hope of escape, the Fallen Dragon suddenly raised its head and let out a mournful dragon roar, spitting out a bright Crimson Dragon Pearl.

The moment the Dragon Balls appeared in the world, the entire world trembled.

The sound-blade chains melted and disintegrated like snow meeting the sun.

Even more terrifying, the surface of the dragon ball emitted wisps of crimson light, which suddenly shot out a dazzling beam of light towards Qin Wangchuan.

Qin Wangchuan remained calm and plucked the strings of his zither once more.

These several notes of the Zither Music transformed into a single word in the air—

"Royal"

The moment the words were written, a sound wave barrier appeared in front of him.

The seemingly terrifying beam of light, though it stirred up waves of air, failed to break through the barrier as thin as a cicada's wing.

This is the result of Qin Wangchuan fusing the Six-Character Sword Formula with the Zither Music.

If fingers can write, then so can the Zither Music, and indeed, everything in the world.

It's mainly the Dao Rhyme within, not the medium itself.

Even the Fallen Dragon, revered as a forbidden and malevolent creature, couldn't help but be momentarily stunned upon seeing this.

How could this seemingly weak human withstand the full force of his own Dragon Ball's attack?

And it's a direct confrontation?

It doesn't understand, nor does it comprehend.

I even wondered if all of this was a dream, a dream I'd been living in for too long.

However, Qin Wangchuan did not give the Fallen Dragon much of a chance to react, and plucked the strings again.

This time it wasn't chains; the Zither Music transformed into a Sword Qi that struck.

Wherever it passed, space shattered and Principle became disordered. Even light was shattered into fragments. The Fallen Dragon's scales, which far surpassed those of Spirit Treasure, were easily sliced open like paper!

--laugh!

Although everyone only saw a flash of Sword Light, the once arrogant Fallen Dragon was instantly torn into four pieces.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and even the splattered dragon blood was evaporated in mid-air by the remaining Sword Intent!

Shock! Silence!

There was a deathly silence in front of the Dragon Language Stele Forest.

No one expected that Qin Wangchuan would have such a high level of skill in playing the zither!

Some Rogue Cultivator cultivators dropped their magical Law Artifacts to the ground with a clang, while a Saint Son, his eyes bloodshot, tried to see through the sword strike, yet blood seeped from the corners of his eyes without him even realizing it.

Several older cultivators even knelt down on the ground, their robes soaked with cold sweat.

"This... this is the Zither Dao?" The Taixu Sect Holy Son asked in a hoarse voice, turning around abruptly to look at the crowd, his eyes flashing with the last glimmer of hope—only to see faces filled with the same shock and speechlessness.