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Sword Leaf Bamboo Forest.
Countless bamboo leaves detached, rushing fiercely toward Jiang Zhiwei. The sound of the leaves slicing through the air was as sharp as a sword hum, tearing the atmosphere apart.
The attacks of these bamboo leaves were orderly, as if an invisible swordsman were demonstrating sets of formidable swordsmanship, exhausting all the variations of the sword.
The White Rainbow Piercing the Sun Sword bloomed with cold light, clashing continuously with the bamboo leaves in a flurry of metallic rings.
If anyone else had come here and been blindfolded, they would likely have thought a swordsman was engaged in a fencing duel, never imagining that bamboo leaves could collide with a precious sword without sustaining the slightest damage.
Swoosh!
A bamboo leaf grazed past, leaving a bloody streak on Jiang Zhiwei's snow-white cheek, but she not only felt no panic nor worried about being "disfigured"—instead, her pupils grew all the more brilliant, her sword intent bursting forth and her sword heart growing crystal clear.
I understand!
Strange Sound Valley.
Ruan Yushu sat cross-legged, a treasured zither laid horizontally across her thighs. Her pupils drooped as her fingers continuously plucked the strings; sometimes high-pitched, sometimes lingering, sometimes melodious, and sometimes piercing zither music echoed through the valley, vying for supremacy against the strange sounds issuing from those hollows.
Listening closely, one would find that the two sounds were entirely unharmonious. Listening to either one individually might feel pleasant, but playing them simultaneously became incomparably harsh, turning into an irritating din.
If ordinary people heard it, they might go directly mad or even suffer a psychotic break; even cultivators ran the risk of having their vital energy reverse, their true qi fall into disorder, and consequently suffering a deviation into demonic cultivation.
Ruan Yushu's delicate face turned