Song of Forgetfulness

"Dragon, my ass!" Doctor Xiao looked at Yang Ming with utter disdain, as if he were looking at an idiot. "I think you're just a loach that doesn't know its place!"

"Do you know how many talented young people dream of joining Spirit Hall? Bishop Beska is willing to lower himself and become your teacher. If word gets out, who knows how many people will be jealous of the treatment you're getting!"

"And yet you still don't cherish it. That only means you're short-sighted, wasting all that talent of yours!"

With that, Doctor Xiao made as if to leave, saying without looking back:

"Hmph, without my Martial Soul healing, let's see how you save your friend!"

Doctor Xiao had originally assumed Yang Ming would try to stop him.

Yet after taking one step, then two... all the way to the infirmary door, Yang Ming still had not come forward to win him back. Doctor Xiao slowed down and thought to himself:

This isn't right. According to the reports, Yang Ming is supposed to be someone who values friendship deeply. He would never stand by and do nothing when his close friends or brothers are in trouble. Why is he acting so cold-hearted today?

When something was abnormal, there had to be something suspicious about it!

Doctor Xiao had already walked out of the infirmary, but he suddenly turned back and returned, wanting to get to the bottom of things.

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

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, Host, for speaking Cai Wenji's classic line from Honor of Kings. You have received one lottery draw. Would you like to activate the lottery wheel?"

"Yes!"

A perfectly ordinary virtual wheel appeared on Yang Ming's retina.

In the current version of Honor of Kings, known as the King of Monkeys version—or rather, a version dominated by Berserk Marksmen and their Weakening Supports—Cai Wenji was undoubtedly an extremely troublesome support hero.

Cai Wenji had four skills: one passive, [Long Song], and three active skills, [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.

Yang Ming had no idea what use he would have for skins from heroes in Honor of Kings or League of Legends. He had previously guessed that they might be related to Martial Souls, but now it seemed that was not the case.

Still, the chances of drawing a skin were low, and Yang Ming did not want to draw one this time.

Among Cai Wenji's three active skills, her first skill and third ultimate both had healing effects. What Yang Ming wanted most was to draw the ultimate. If he did, treating Tang San's injuries would be easy.

Just then, Doctor Xiao returned to the ward and stopped at the doorway.

Seeing Yang Ming standing motionless in the ward, Doctor Xiao curled his lip and thought to himself:

Looks like I was overthinking it.

For this brat to awaken Dual Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power at such a young age already makes him an unparalleled genius. How could he possibly possess the ability to heal others as well?

At that moment, the virtual wheel's pointer stopped, pointing at the skills category.

Joy flashed in Yang Ming's eyes. He had actually drawn the ultimate!

Song of Forgetfulness: Releases music from the zither to surround the area, healing the injuries of everyone within a one-meter radius every 0.5 seconds while cleansing them of negative effects. Lasts 5 seconds.

Originally, in Honor of Kings, this skill restored health and increased allies' physical and magical defense.

However, to fit the rules of Douluo Continent, the skill had undergone slight adjustments, though its overall function had not changed.

At the same time, Yang Ming needed one item to use Song of Forgetfulness.

A zither.

As before, a massive amount of information about zithers—including how to play them, variations in melody, all kinds of sheet music, and different types of zithers—was crammed into Yang Ming's mind all at once.

He shook his head. Once the headache from loading the information had passed, Yang Ming beckoned to Xiao Wu and said:

"Go help me find a zither."

"Huh?"

Xiao Wu looked utterly confused. She had no idea what had gotten into Yang Ming for him to still be in the mood to play music at a time like this.

"Just go when I tell you to!" Yang Ming glared at Xiao Wu irritably.

Then he unleashed his ultimate. "Hurry up. If you bring me one, I'll finish telling you the second half of Dream of the Red Chamber when we get back to the dorm!" Xiao Wu had not expected such a good thing. She raised her right hand and held out her pinky. "It's a promise, okay?"

Yang Ming had no choice but to indulge her and hooked pinkies with her to seal the agreement.

"Definitely."

Xiao Wu brushed past Doctor Xiao.

"Tsk."

Doctor Xiao felt that, because of Bishop Beska, he had thought too highly of Yang Ming.

In the end, he was only a six-year-old child.

What tricks could he possibly have?

Doctor Xiao lingered for a while longer. Xiao Wu moved quickly and returned carrying a wooden zither.

It seems the information those people gathered was not entirely accurate. Yang Ming is nowhere near as sentimental as he appears. Once I get back, I must have a proper talk with Bishop Beska.

Thinking this, Doctor Xiao lifted his leg, preparing to leave, when the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the ward.

This time, his gaze never left the ward again. His entire body froze in place as if he had been struck by a petrification curse, his face filled with disbelief.

Yang Ming took the wooden zither from Xiao Wu and gently stroked its body.

It was a guqin, a common seven-stringed guqin, roughly three feet six inches long and six inches wide.

The upper portion of the instrument's head was called the forehead. Below it was a piece of hardwood used to support the strings, called the "mountain bridge." On the bottom were two sound chambers: the larger one in the middle was called the "Dragon Pool," while the smaller one at the tail was called the "Phoenix Marsh." This represented mountains above and waters below, with both dragon and phoenix symbolizing the myriad phenomena of heaven and earth.

Beside the mountain bridge, near the forehead, was an inlaid hardwood strip called the "dew bearer." It had seven string holes for threading the strings, and below them were seven tuning pegs for adjusting them.

Before playing, the strings needed to be tuned so their notes would be accurate and harmonious.

Yang Ming placed the guqin on the table and sat upright. His arms hung naturally at his sides, while his hands hovered palm-down over the instrument. His right hand plucked the strings, and his left pressed them to produce notes.

Fifty strings, unprovoked, upon the zither; each string, each fret, recalls bygone years.

Light!

Green light!

Green light carrying healing power fell upon Tang San.

A miraculous scene unfolded!

Tang San's injuries actually scabbed over at a visible rate. Then, with astonishing speed, the scabs fell away, revealing smooth skin beneath, without the slightest sign of the severe injuries he had suffered before!

Even Tang San's wounded internal organs, which were difficult to heal, received the nourishment of healing. The fever on Tang San's forehead subsided, and he regained consciousness.

"This... how is this possible!"

"Aren't his Dual Martial Souls a sword and flames? How can he possess healing abilities?"

At the ward entrance, Doctor Xiao's mouth opened and closed like a koi's. It looked wide enough to swallow a salted duck egg whole, and his expression was as ugly as if he had swallowed a fishbone that was stuck in his throat.

(First update)