Song of Forgetfulness

Chapter 50: Song of Forgetfulness

"Return the dragon!" Doctor Xiao looked utterly disdainful, gazing at Yang Ming as if looking at an absolute fool. "I think you're just a mudfish with no idea of the immensity of heaven and earth!"

"Do you have any idea how many brilliant young talents dream of joining Spirit Hall? Bishop Beska is willing to lower his status to be your teacher, and if word of this gets out, I don't know how many people would be green with envy over your treatment!"

"And yet you still don't cherish it. All I can say is that you're short-sighted and wasting your innate talent!"

With that, Doctor Xiao made a show of turning to leave, without even looking back.

Heng, without my martial soul treatment, let's see how you save your friend!

Doctor Xiao originally thought Yang Ming would try to make him stay.

However, when he took one step, two steps... and walked all the way to the infirmary door without Yang Ming stepping forward to call him back, he slowed his pace and muttered inwardly:

This isn't right. According to the intelligence files, this Yang Ming is supposed to be someone who values emotional bonds deeply. Regarding his good friends and brothers, it is utterly impossible for him to just sit by and do nothing. Why is he acting so cold-blooded today?

When things are abnormal, demons are afoot!

Doctor Xiao had already walked out of the infirmary, but suddenly turned around and came back for a surprise counterattack, wanting to get to the bottom of it.

At that moment, the system's voice rang in Yang Ming's ear.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host for speaking the classic line of Honor of Kings' Cai Wenji, obtaining one lucky draw chance. Would you like to activate the prize wheel?"

"Yes!"

A very normal virtual wheel appeared on Yang Ming's retina.

In the current version of Honor of Kings known as King Gigi, or rather the specialized version of frenzy marksmen and their weakened supports, Cai Wenji was undoubtedly a very headache-inducing support hero.

Cai Wenji had four skills: one passive [Long Song], and three active skills named [Pure of Mind], [Hujia Music], and [Song of Forgetfulness].

Cai Wenji had four skins: Rose Throne, Dancing on the Green, Miracle Christmas, and Starlit Minstrel.

Regarding what use drawing skins for heroes in Honor of Kings or League of Legends would have, Yang Ming had no clue. He had previously guessed they might be related to martial souls, but now it seemed they had nothing to do with them.

However, the probability of drawing a skin was very low, and Yang Ming did not hope to draw a skin this time.

Among Cai Wenji's three active skills, skill one and the ultimate skill both possessed the effect of healing injuries. Yang Ming's greatest hope was to draw the ultimate skill, because if he did, he could easily heal Tang San's injuries.

Coincidentally, Doctor Xiao returned to the ward and stopped at the door.

Looking at Yang Ming inside the ward, who showed no movement at all, Doctor Xiao curled his lips and muttered inwardly:

It seems I was overthinking it.

For this brat to awaken dual martial souls and Innate Full Soul Power at this age already makes him a super genius. How could he possibly possess the ability to heal others as well?

Just at that moment, the virtual wheel pointer stopped, pointing at the skill section.

A flash of joyful light burst within Yang Ming's eyes. He hadn't expected the ultimate skill to actually be drawn out!

Song of Forgetfulness: Releases zither music to surround the surroundings, healing injuries for people within a 1-meter radius every 0.5 seconds, while purifying negative effects from their bodies, lasting for 5 seconds.

Originally in Honor of Kings, this skill increased health points and boosted physical and magical defenses for friendly forces.

However, to fit the rules of Douluo Continent, the skill had undergone slight adjustments without changing the general direction.

At the same time, wanting to cast the skill Song of Forgetfulness also required another item.

A zither.

Just as before, a massive amount of information regarding the zither, including how to play it, pitch variations, various types of musical scores, and zither types, was crammed wholesale into Yang Ming's mind.

He shook his head slightly, and after the headache from the information download subsided, Yang Ming beckoned to Xiao Wu and said:

"Go help me find a zither and bring it back."

"Ha?"

Xiao Wu wore a blank look, having no idea what kind of nerve Yang Ming had struck to actually still have the mood to play the zither at a time like this.

"Go on just because I told you to!" Yang Ming glared at Xiao Wu with exasperation.

He dropped his ultimate move, "Hurry up. As long as you help me find it, I'll finish telling you the second half of Dream of the Red Chamber when we get back to the dormitory!" Xiao Wu hadn't expected such a good thing. She raised her right hand, extended her little finger to make a pinky swear, and said:

"It's a deal!"

Yang Ming had no choice but to follow her wishes, making a pinky promise with her.

"Definitely!"

Xiao Wu brushed past Doctor Xiao.

"Tsk."

Doctor Xiao felt that because of Bishop Beska, he had overestimated Yang Ming.

After all, he was just a six-year-old child.

What kind of tricks could he possibly have!

Doctor Xiao paused for a moment longer. Xiao Wu moved quickly, returning with a wooden zither in her arms.

It seems the information collected by those people wasn't entirely accurate either. This Yang Ming isn't as emotional as he portrayed at all. Once I go back, I must have a good talk with Bishop Beska.

Thinking this to himself, just as Doctor Xiao lifted his leg and prepared to leave, the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the ward.

This time, his gaze never left the ward again. His entire body froze as if struck by a petrification curse, lingering in place like a wooden chicken, an incredulous expression plastered across his face.

Yang Ming took the wooden zither from Xiao Wu's hands and gently stroked the zither body.

This was a guqin, a very common seven-stringed zither, about three chi and six cun long, and six cun wide.

The upper part of the zither head was called the forehead, and the lower edge of the forehead was inlaid with hard wood used to hold the strings, known as the "Yue Mountain". The zither bottom featured two sound slots of different sizes; the larger one located in the middle was called the "Dragon Pond", and the smaller one located at the tail was called the "Phoenix Marsh". This was called the upper mountain and lower marsh, possessing both dragon and phoenix to symbolize all phenomena of heaven and earth.

Beside the Yue Mountain on the forehead side was inlaid a hard wood strip called "Chenglu", upon which were seven string eyes used to thread the strings, and below them were seven "zither tuning pegs" used to tune the strings.

Tuning the strings was required before playing, to make the string pitches accurate and harmonious.

Yang Ming placed the guqin on the table, sat up straight and proper, his arms naturally hanging down, his hands suspended in empty palms placed over the zither surface. His right hand plucked the strings, while his left hand pressed the strings to produce pitches.

The zither and se for no reason have fifty strings, each string and each strut recalls the blooming years.

Light!

Green light!

Green light carrying healing properties fell upon Tang San.

A miraculous scene occurred!

The injuries on Tang San's body actually scabbed over at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at an astonishing speed once again, those scabs peeled off, revealing the smooth skin underneath, bearing no trace of the previously severe injuries whatsoever!

Even Tang San's severely damaged and hard-to-heal internal organs were nourished by the healing energy. The high fever on Tang San's forehead receded, and he regained consciousness.

"This... how is this possible!"

"Aren't his dual martial souls a sword and a flame? How can he possess healing abilities?"

At the doorway of the ward, Doctor Xiao's mouth hung open like a carp's, capable of swallowing a salted duck egg whole. His expression was as unsightly as having swallowed a fishbone in his throat that could neither go down nor come up.

(Part 1)