A Single Note Makes a Hero, a Melody Paints the Martial World

Bo Yikao's face stiffened instantly. He never expected this foolish ruler to utter such words. Wasn't this blatant disrespect?

Ye Xuan saw that the guy's face had darkened, and the amusement on his face deepened.

"The eldest son of Xiqi's zither skills are indeed mediocre. You can't even compare to the maids around me, so how can you claim to be proficient?"

"Your Human Emperor, you say my musical skills are mediocre. May I ask which young lady far surpasses me?"

Seeing the guy's defiant expression, Ye Xuan smiled slightly.

"Do you really think I'm lying to you?"

"One of them was a maidservant of Daji."

"This maid's name is Sanjiu. Although I haven't heard her play the zither, I'm confident that her skill far surpasses yours."

The Sanjiu that Ye Xuan mentioned was none other than the sworn sister of the Nine-Tailed Fox Lord of Green Mound, and the Nine-Stringed Jade Pipa Spirit.

The Nine-Stringed Jade Pipa Spirit possessed the maid Sanjiu.

He was Su Daji's deputy, helping to manage the Green Mound Shadow Guards.

Sanjiu herself was Pipa Spirit, so her playing skills naturally far surpassed Bo Yikao's.

Ye Xuan smiled slightly, then spoke again.

"Furthermore, you heard Daji's zither music when you were in Jizhou. Now her playing skills have improved by leaps and bounds, reaching a level of unparalleled artistry. To say that she far surpasses you is entirely true."

Bo Yikao turned his head and glanced at Su Daji, then nodded silently.

"Daji's zither music is indeed incredibly beautiful. His Majesty said she far surpasses me, and I agree."

"The young lady beside me is a princess of the East Sea Dragon Clan. Her zither music possesses an alluring quality; the moment it begins, it can plunge people into illusions. She has the power to confuse ghosts and spirits, far surpassing your own. Are you convinced?"

Upon hearing this, Bo Yikao fell silent once again.

Although the woman was extremely beautiful, he did not believe that she possessed such abilities.

Seeing that this guy didn't believe it, Ye Xuan couldn't help but reveal a hint of mockery.

What a pitiful person, sitting in a well and looking at the sky!

"There is another person whose music is even more beautiful, possessing the ability to cleanse the soul and purify the body. Even cultivators can have an epiphany upon hearing his music. He also has the feat of breaking through a million-strong army with a single note. His music far surpasses yours. Do you agree?"

Ye Xuan was actually referring to himself.

Seeing that Bo Yikao still seemed unconvinced, he then set a trap for the guy.

"Actually, I've heard a little about music. If you can surpass me, I'll acknowledge that you are Wushuang in the world. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Bo Yikao was taken aback.

This tyrant actually claimed his own musical skills surpassed his own? That's utterly ridiculous.

Legend has it that this tyrant possessed immense strength, capable of lifting beams and pillars, and pulling nine oxen backwards. It is estimated that no one in the entire Human Clan could surpass the tyrant's strength.

But when it comes to his mastery of the zither, he has never been convinced by anyone.

Seeing the guy's disbelieving expression, Ye Xuan couldn't help but let out a cold smile.

"Since you don't believe me, then I'll show you what the true Great Dao of music is, what the way of melody is, and what true piano skill is!"

Soon, Wushuang brought Ye Xuan a guqin (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument).

"Zheng zheng zheng-------"

The first sound was extremely simple, like an elf, seemingly about to restore a bright and Qiankun world.

The next moment, everyone present was plunged into an illusion, because at that moment they seemed to see an unparalleled swordsman, a super powerful being with Sword Dao skills, roaming the primordial world with his Primordial World.

The sound gradually changed, the melody became more and more passionate, and the indomitable spirit made people's scalp tingle and their blood surge.

It evokes a deep sense of awe and longing.

Everyone hopes to become that person who roams the Primordial World with a sword.

Transform into a chivalrous knight to sweep away all injustices in the world; only in this way can one vent their burning passion.

The sound grew increasingly urgent, louder, and higher in pitch, eventually reaching a certain peak at a certain moment.

Only then did everyone present breathe a long sigh of relief. The incredibly exciting performance had given them a real sense of exhilaration.

After the initial surge of excitement came a profound tranquility, a serene and ethereal feeling unlike the earth-shattering thunder of the previous battle. It was a melancholic serenity and beauty, as if from another world.

As the music gradually calmed down, everyone seemed to sense the loneliness and solitude of that superpowerful being.

Although he Primordial World his sword across the Primordial World and swept away all injustices, no one could understand his heart.

No one could understand his loneliness; it was the kind of boredom that comes from standing alone at the peak, looking down upon the Primordial World.

They seemed to sense a strange meaning, perhaps this was the sentiment behind the saying "Others laugh at my madness, I laugh at their ignorance"?

The Sword Pool is empty and the Yi River is cold; visitors come here to lean on the railing.

All worldly affairs fade away like a desolate stream, only the green hairpin remains.

A chivalrous hero rises, a dream of Zhouzhuang unfolds; in this world, the divine is hard to fathom.

A single sword severs eternity; a chivalrous knight roams freely.

This was a true sense of chivalry and heroism that none of the people present had ever experienced before; it was a side of chivalry they had never seen before, and it also had a sense of swords clashing and a fierce, bloody atmosphere.

Separated by a narrow strip of water, a sword and a lone raincoat, a pot and a heart full of heroic spirit.

That passionate and Wushuang chivalrous spirit still resonates deep within everyone's hearts.

The clear, profound, and Wushuang ancient zither seemed to have reached a state of transcendence, merging with the Great Dao. Just listening to the zither allowed one to witness the Primordial World life of an unparalleled swordsman, inspiring admiration.

Then, the sound Ye Xuan played gradually changed, eventually becoming completely clear and bright, and the sound became more and more crisp, as if it possessed a great power that could directly penetrate to the sea of consciousness between the eyebrows.

Under the influence of this music, all distracting thoughts and worries were completely cut off, and everyone became incredibly pure and genuine.

As the saying goes, the Way is such that there is no need to follow it blindly, nor to worry about going against it.

Without desire or hatred, without success or failure.

Seeking nothing, relying on nothing, being nothing.

A single note can forge a hero; a single melody can paint a picture of the martial world.

After the music ended, silence gradually fell, and the music quieted down.

Everyone was still immersed in that profound mood, especially the guqin, which ended completely at the last moment, silently, in a state of spiritual sublimation, leaving everyone with endless regret and seemingly countless sorrows.

It was a spiritual baptism and a mental stimulation.

The performance had ended, but the entire hall remained silent. Everyone was deeply shocked, and many were still trapped in that illusion, unable to extricate themselves.

The imagery of one person, one sword, and the Primordial World of the universe truly evokes a sense of endless envy.

After a long while, everyone finally came to their senses; His Human Emperor's performance was truly earth-shattering and awe-inspiring.