Chapter 126
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Chapter 126: The Vengeful Spirit
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"The Professor is being hunted? Are you sure?"
Hearing the words, Ye Qingxuan sped up while still keeping watch. He did not directly use the aether to unlock the door from the inside, but used Bai Xi’s hairpin instead. The door opened with a click.
Fortunately, the two in the room were so engrossed in their conversation that they did not notice the small sound.
Ye Qingxuan felt a layer of aether the moment he pushed the door open quietly. It must have been from the enchantment that Puspotkata engraved in the room for defense. When touched by outsiders, it would activate and shred the invader to pieces. The ceiling was covered with dense scriptures. One could vaguely see some music scores. The notes were hid in ceilings, walls, and floors.
Thank god Ye Qingxuan had not used aether to unlock the door, otherwise he would have been caught immediately. In the smoke from the incense, a skinny man in a gorgeous silk robe sat cross-legged on a cushion.
Silo looked at his brother kneeling in front of him. "Are you sure about that, Po Sinai?"
"Yes, brother." Po Sinai told him everything he had seen. "It’s just like what the robin had told us. Yesterday morning, the Professor was betrayed and attacked when he was meeting his agent. The scene is a mess, but I'm sure he's hurt. Someone has destroyed an entire building to kill him."
"An entire building?"
"Right, there were three musicians hidden outside. They performed a symphony," Po Sinai said. "I saw the whole building crumble and collapse. The bodies did not evaporate, but they turned into mud. You couldn’t tell who’s who. We didn't find the Professor's body, but I'm sure he was seriously injured! Robin really did it."
"Robin…" Silo murmured. "Po Sinai, he’s showing us his power. This is a warning. If we don’t listen to him, we’ll end up like the Professor."
"He wants us to work for him?" Po Sinai’s expression changed. "He wants to use us? We can’t become his underlings."
"You think that he just wants to use us?" Silo asked coldly. "He sent the warning to every gang in downtown. We’re just one of them. More than half of the people have pledged their loyalty to him. The rest of them don’t dare to offend him either."
"That guy…what exactly is he?"
"Po Sinai, have you heard of the parliament?"
"The Parliament of Avalon?"
"Not the Westminster Palace. There’s a more secretive one." Silo rubbed the hookah in his hands. His expression was troubled. "It is said that a few decades ago, Anglo elites were dissatisfied with the royal control, and secretly set up a new parliament in which almost all the great elites of Anglo are a part of. Those who govern the military and various departments gathered together. They’re enough to represent half of Anglo.
"Since there is no reason for them to pretend anymore, they use their power to benefit themselves. They enact laws and have many agents outside. The original Pyramid Scheme was one of the groups they had nurtured, but the Pyramid Scheme wasn’t careful enough, so they became angry when they the Pyramid Scheme was discovered.
"Like the thunder of a Shiva, the Pyramid Scheme was destroyed overnight" finishing, Silo sank into silence.
Po Sinai could not believe this. "You mean, this robin belongs to the parliament?"
"Most likely. Other than the parliament, who else could be powerful enough to force the Professor to flee like a street rat? The Professor had practically been in charge of downtown!"
"What do they want?"
"Maybe they are looking for clues about the Blood Path" said Silo, with a low voice. "I suspect that the disturbance a few days ago caused by the Eastern kid may have been provoked by them. Shahrukh, that fool, had thought himself a genius, but ended up without even a body."
"Does that kid really have the key to Avalon?"
"I'm not sure." Silo shook his head and began to tell a story from the past.
-
It is said that before the Shaman left Avalon, he spent a lot on asking the Trader three questions. According to their agreement, the Trader could choose not to answer, but could not lie.
Shaman's first question was: how does one enter Avalon’s Shadow? The Trader told him that the only way was the Blood Path.
His second question was: who has ever entered it? The Trader told him that an Eastern man had.
The third question was: What did he take? The Trader said nothing. The Shaman then changed his question: How did he get in? The Trader still said nothing.
Then the Shaman asked his last question and the Trader answered. No one knew what the question or answer was, but then the Shaman disappeared for nine years.
"When the Shaman decided to return, his first order was to look for a white-haired Eastern kid. The parliament concluded that the clue must come from the kid, but now it seems like that old b*stard Shaman was just trying to confuse people." Silo flattened the hookah in anger, his eyes cold. "We were tricked by that old b*stard."
Seeing Silo’s anger, Po Sinai subconsciously shivered. He lowered his head, not daring to say anything.
Finally, Silo calmed down. He leaned back in his chair, seeming to still have some doubts. "And...anything new about that dark musician?"
Po Sinai shook his head. "Nothing new."
"That vengeful evil spirit. Apparently he challenged the parliament. The robin wants us to track Sherlock Holmes."
"Understood." Po Sinai rose. He was about to leave politely, but Silo stopped him.
"Warn our people to be careful. Do not provoke him, understand?" Silo was full of prudence. "Sherlock Holmes is the dark musician that even Puspotkata thinks is a tough enemy. Just let the parliament deal with him. You don't want to wake up in the middle of the night and see something standing in front of your bed, do you?"
Imagining it, Po Sinai shivered. He cautiously shook his head.
"Then go ahead."
With the parliament and the robin in his mind, Ye Qingxuan quietly closed the door, and urged Bai Xi to leave.
-
"Vengeful evil spirit?" Once they were in a quiet place, Bai Xi finally could not help but speak, "Cousin, that’s a cool nickname!"
"Those are just rumors. Don’t mind them." Ye Qingxuan shrugged. He was concentrating on controlling the melody and blocking the eyes around them, but in his mind, he was contemplating. Should he leave a note behind after taking the stuff, seeing as they had given him a nice nickname? He could not wait to plaster the warning onto Silo’s face! Those b*stards…
-
"Should be here." Ye Qingxuan gazed at the entrance in the distance and frowned. Those Indians really sacrificed a lot in order to help Puspotkata break through!
Flames lit up the darkness like huge bonfire before the door. More than twenty brawny men with white turbans sat outside the door. They kept a sharp eye in all directions, preventing anyone from getting close. There were also a number of stout and fierce dogs looking around with their red eyes. They were some rare mixed breed. Maybe some strange creature’s blood flowed in them.
And in the middle, there was a very strange-looking man. Clad in rags, he looked like a beggar. The only decent thing on him was something that might be underwear, covering his crotch. His bare skin was rough and scarred.
He sat cross-legged on the ground. His smooth, rippling muscles were like twisted wire. It made him look as if he was made from scrap metal and iron pieces, his edges were sharp. His head was bare and his beard was scruffy. There was lice in there too. He was disgusting!
Ye Qingxuan put up his guard. This guy...could he be an ascetic monk? According to rumors, those monks were known for their extreme training and tribulations, and often had unbelievable powers.
Physical prowess was nothing to them. Some were even musicians at the Student level, and were experts in the mysterious Seven Note Chanting. When they became musicians, they would become Mahiraga, a mix of the School of Modifications and Choir. Really difficult to fight!
Ye Qingxuan could not tell just how powerful the man was, but the situation seemed tricky. Fortunately, the man was not a musician yet.
Ye Qingxuan took a deep breath and warned Bai Xi to be careful. He activated Jiu Xiao Huan Pei.
Even though Ye Qingxuan had improved after the last run-in, it was still tough to use Black Friday on forty people. Luckily, he had his trump card: the Double Snake Time Meter.
He whispered gently, "All is dark. Only the Tree of Life is forever green." With a small click, the second hand began to move. One minute.
--
In the stillness, the ascetic monk, sitting cross-legged on the stone steps, suddenly became alert. Amidst the messy breathing sounds, a faint melody suddenly rang. It sounded like a wail. It was hard to distinguish it from the moans coming from the brothel. It was like a black river from the bottom of the heart. The feeling of desolation surged in his heart. He could not help but sighed, feeling great loneliness.
A few decades ago, he had killed his junior fellow in order to be chosen. If that child was still alive, he might be beside him now. Having a companion would make the ascetic journey less lonely.
Recalling that boy’s smile, he became sad. But he quickly recovered, thanks to his training.
He looked up, as if nothing had happened, as if the illusionary melody had never existed. Beside him, the few drops of sweat on the stone steps gradually disappeared, leaving nothing behind.
-
In the tunnel, Ye Qingxuan staggered when he finally finished playing, and almost fell down. Bai Xi caught him and handed him a tube of the potion to restore his energy.
Ye waved it away. He rested for a few seconds and felt much better thanks to Jiu Xiao Huan Pei. Without it, he would have been sapped.
Cold wind blew in the tunnel. He looked up at the door up above. His expression turned serious.
At the end of the tunnel was a brass door. It was covered with engraved notes and music scores. It seemed to be high quality alchemy equipment. At a glance, he could see that it was reinforced, had an alarm and more. It would take a lot of effort to open it. But the door that should have been closed was now opened, revealing the faint shadow behind the door. A gleam of scarlet seeped out.
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Chapter 126: The Vengeful Spirit
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"The Professor is being hunted? Are you sure?"
Hearing the words, Ye Qingxuan sped up while still keeping watch. He did not directly use the aether to unlock the door from the inside, but used Bai Xi’s hairpin instead. The door opened with a click.
Fortunately, the two in the room were so engrossed in their conversation that they did not notice the small sound.
Ye Qingxuan felt a layer of aether the moment he pushed the door open quietly. It must have been from the enchantment that Puspotkata engraved in the room for defense. When touched by outsiders, it would activate and shred the invader to pieces. The ceiling was covered with dense scriptures. One could vaguely see some music scores. The notes were hid in ceilings, walls, and floors.
Thank god Ye Qingxuan had not used aether to unlock the door, otherwise he would have been caught immediately. In the smoke from the incense, a skinny man in a gorgeous silk robe sat cross-legged on a cushion.
Silo looked at his brother kneeling in front of him. "Are you sure about that, Po Sinai?"
"Yes, brother." Po Sinai told him everything he had seen. "It’s just like what the robin had told us. Yesterday morning, the Professor was betrayed and attacked when he was meeting his agent. The scene is a mess, but I'm sure he's hurt. Someone has destroyed an entire building to kill him."
"An entire building?"
"Right, there were three musicians hidden outside. They performed a symphony," Po Sinai said. "I saw the whole building crumble and collapse. The bodies did not evaporate, but they turned into mud. You couldn’t tell who’s who. We didn't find the Professor's body, but I'm sure he was seriously injured! Robin really did it."
"Robin…" Silo murmured. "Po Sinai, he’s showing us his power. This is a warning. If we don’t listen to him, we’ll end up like the Professor."
"He wants us to work for him?" Po Sinai’s expression changed. "He wants to use us? We can’t become his underlings."
"You think that he just wants to use us?" Silo asked coldly. "He sent the warning to every gang in downtown. We’re just one of them. More than half of the people have pledged their loyalty to him. The rest of them don’t dare to offend him either."
"That guy…what exactly is he?"
"Po Sinai, have you heard of the parliament?"
"The Parliament of Avalon?"
"Not the Westminster Palace. There’s a more secretive one." Silo rubbed the hookah in his hands. His expression was troubled. "It is said that a few decades ago, Anglo elites were dissatisfied with the royal control, and secretly set up a new parliament in which almost all the great elites of Anglo are a part of. Those who govern the military and various departments gathered together. They’re enough to represent half of Anglo.
"Since there is no reason for them to pretend anymore, they use their power to benefit themselves. They enact laws and have many agents outside. The original Pyramid Scheme was one of the groups they had nurtured, but the Pyramid Scheme wasn’t careful enough, so they became angry when they the Pyramid Scheme was discovered.
"Like the thunder of a Shiva, the Pyramid Scheme was destroyed overnight" finishing, Silo sank into silence.
Po Sinai could not believe this. "You mean, this robin belongs to the parliament?"
"Most likely. Other than the parliament, who else could be powerful enough to force the Professor to flee like a street rat? The Professor had practically been in charge of downtown!"
"What do they want?"
"Maybe they are looking for clues about the Blood Path" said Silo, with a low voice. "I suspect that the disturbance a few days ago caused by the Eastern kid may have been provoked by them. Shahrukh, that fool, had thought himself a genius, but ended up without even a body."
"Does that kid really have the key to Avalon?"
"I'm not sure." Silo shook his head and began to tell a story from the past.
-
It is said that before the Shaman left Avalon, he spent a lot on asking the Trader three questions. According to their agreement, the Trader could choose not to answer, but could not lie.
Shaman's first question was: how does one enter Avalon’s Shadow? The Trader told him that the only way was the Blood Path.
His second question was: who has ever entered it? The Trader told him that an Eastern man had.
The third question was: What did he take? The Trader said nothing. The Shaman then changed his question: How did he get in? The Trader still said nothing.
Then the Shaman asked his last question and the Trader answered. No one knew what the question or answer was, but then the Shaman disappeared for nine years.
"When the Shaman decided to return, his first order was to look for a white-haired Eastern kid. The parliament concluded that the clue must come from the kid, but now it seems like that old b*stard Shaman was just trying to confuse people." Silo flattened the hookah in anger, his eyes cold. "We were tricked by that old b*stard."
Seeing Silo’s anger, Po Sinai subconsciously shivered. He lowered his head, not daring to say anything.
Finally, Silo calmed down. He leaned back in his chair, seeming to still have some doubts. "And...anything new about that dark musician?"
Po Sinai shook his head. "Nothing new."
"That vengeful evil spirit. Apparently he challenged the parliament. The robin wants us to track Sherlock Holmes."
"Understood." Po Sinai rose. He was about to leave politely, but Silo stopped him.
"Warn our people to be careful. Do not provoke him, understand?" Silo was full of prudence. "Sherlock Holmes is the dark musician that even Puspotkata thinks is a tough enemy. Just let the parliament deal with him. You don't want to wake up in the middle of the night and see something standing in front of your bed, do you?"
Imagining it, Po Sinai shivered. He cautiously shook his head.
"Then go ahead."
With the parliament and the robin in his mind, Ye Qingxuan quietly closed the door, and urged Bai Xi to leave.
-
"Vengeful evil spirit?" Once they were in a quiet place, Bai Xi finally could not help but speak, "Cousin, that’s a cool nickname!"
"Those are just rumors. Don’t mind them." Ye Qingxuan shrugged. He was concentrating on controlling the melody and blocking the eyes around them, but in his mind, he was contemplating. Should he leave a note behind after taking the stuff, seeing as they had given him a nice nickname? He could not wait to plaster the warning onto Silo’s face! Those b*stards…
-
"Should be here." Ye Qingxuan gazed at the entrance in the distance and frowned. Those Indians really sacrificed a lot in order to help Puspotkata break through!
Flames lit up the darkness like huge bonfire before the door. More than twenty brawny men with white turbans sat outside the door. They kept a sharp eye in all directions, preventing anyone from getting close. There were also a number of stout and fierce dogs looking around with their red eyes. They were some rare mixed breed. Maybe some strange creature’s blood flowed in them.
And in the middle, there was a very strange-looking man. Clad in rags, he looked like a beggar. The only decent thing on him was something that might be underwear, covering his crotch. His bare skin was rough and scarred.
He sat cross-legged on the ground. His smooth, rippling muscles were like twisted wire. It made him look as if he was made from scrap metal and iron pieces, his edges were sharp. His head was bare and his beard was scruffy. There was lice in there too. He was disgusting!
Ye Qingxuan put up his guard. This guy...could he be an ascetic monk? According to rumors, those monks were known for their extreme training and tribulations, and often had unbelievable powers.
Physical prowess was nothing to them. Some were even musicians at the Student level, and were experts in the mysterious Seven Note Chanting. When they became musicians, they would become Mahiraga, a mix of the School of Modifications and Choir. Really difficult to fight!
Ye Qingxuan could not tell just how powerful the man was, but the situation seemed tricky. Fortunately, the man was not a musician yet.
Ye Qingxuan took a deep breath and warned Bai Xi to be careful. He activated Jiu Xiao Huan Pei.
Even though Ye Qingxuan had improved after the last run-in, it was still tough to use Black Friday on forty people. Luckily, he had his trump card: the Double Snake Time Meter.
He whispered gently, "All is dark. Only the Tree of Life is forever green." With a small click, the second hand began to move. One minute.
--
In the stillness, the ascetic monk, sitting cross-legged on the stone steps, suddenly became alert. Amidst the messy breathing sounds, a faint melody suddenly rang. It sounded like a wail. It was hard to distinguish it from the moans coming from the brothel. It was like a black river from the bottom of the heart. The feeling of desolation surged in his heart. He could not help but sighed, feeling great loneliness.
A few decades ago, he had killed his junior fellow in order to be chosen. If that child was still alive, he might be beside him now. Having a companion would make the ascetic journey less lonely.
Recalling that boy’s smile, he became sad. But he quickly recovered, thanks to his training.
He looked up, as if nothing had happened, as if the illusionary melody had never existed. Beside him, the few drops of sweat on the stone steps gradually disappeared, leaving nothing behind.
-
In the tunnel, Ye Qingxuan staggered when he finally finished playing, and almost fell down. Bai Xi caught him and handed him a tube of the potion to restore his energy.
Ye waved it away. He rested for a few seconds and felt much better thanks to Jiu Xiao Huan Pei. Without it, he would have been sapped.
Cold wind blew in the tunnel. He looked up at the door up above. His expression turned serious.
At the end of the tunnel was a brass door. It was covered with engraved notes and music scores. It seemed to be high quality alchemy equipment. At a glance, he could see that it was reinforced, had an alarm and more. It would take a lot of effort to open it. But the door that should have been closed was now opened, revealing the faint shadow behind the door. A gleam of scarlet seeped out.
Chapter 126: The Vengeful SpiritTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio"The Professor is being hunted? Are you sure?"Hearing the words, Ye Qingxuan sped up while still keeping watch. He did not directly use the aether to unlock the door from the inside, but used Bai Xi's hairpin instead. The door opened with a click.Fortunately, the two in the room were so engrossed in their conversation that they did not notice the small sound.Ye Qingxuan felt a layer of aether the moment he pushed the door open quietly. It must have been from the enchantment that Puspotkata engraved in the room for defense. When touched by outsiders, it would activate and shred the invader to pieces. The ceiling was covered with dense scriptures. One could vaguely see some music scores. The notes were hid in ceilings, walls, and floors.Thank god Ye Qingxuan had not used aether to unlock the door, otherwise he would have been caught immediately. In the smoke from the incense, a skinny man in a gorgeous silk robe sat cross-legged on a cushion.Silo looked at his brother kneeling in front of him. "Are you sure about that, Po Sinai?""Yes, brother." Po Sinai told him everything he had seen. "It's just like what the robin had told us. Yesterday morning, the Professor was betrayed and attacked when he was meeting his agent. The scene is a mess, but I'm sure he's hurt. Someone has destroyed an entire building to kill him.""An entire building?""Right, there were three musicians hidden outside. They performed a symphony," Po Sinai said. "I saw the whole building crumble and collapse. The bodies did not evaporate, but they turned into mud. You couldn't tell who's who. We didn't find the Professor's body, but I'm sure he was seriously injured! Robin really did it.""Robin" Silo murmured. "Po Sinai, he's showing us his power. This is a warning. If we don't listen to him, we'll end up like the Professor.""He wants us to work for him?" Po Sinai's expression changed. "He wants to use us? We can't become his underlings.""You think that he just wants to use us?" Silo asked coldly. "He sent the warning to every gang in downtown. We're just one of them. More than half of the people have pledged their loyalty to him. The rest of them don't dare to offend him either.""That guywhat exactly is he?""Po Sinai, have you heard of the parliament?""The Parliament of Avalon?""Not the Westminster Palace. There's a more secretive one." Silo rubbed the hookah in his hands. His expression was troubled. "It is said that a few decades ago, Anglo elites were dissatisfied with the royal control, and secretly set up a new parliament in which almost all the great elites of Anglo are a part of. Those who govern the military and various departments gathered together. They're enough to represent half of Anglo."Since there is no reason for them to pretend anymore, they use their power to benefit themselves. They enact laws and have many agents outside. The original Pyramid Scheme was one of the groups they had nurtured, but the Pyramid Scheme wasn't careful enough, so they became angry when they the Pyramid Scheme was discovered."Like the thunder of a Shiva, the Pyramid Scheme was destroyed overnight" finishing, Silo sank into silence.Po Sinai could not believe this. "You mean, this robin belongs to the parliament?""Most likely. Other than the parliament, who else could be powerful enough to force the Professor to flee like a street rat? The Professor had practically been in charge of downtown!""What do they want?""Maybe they are looking for clues about the Blood Path" said Silo, with a low voice. "I suspect that the disturbance a few days ago caused by the Eastern kid may have been provoked by them. Shahrukh, that fool, had thought himself a genius, but ended up without even a body.""Does that kid really have the key to Avalon?""I'm not sure." Silo shook his head and began to tell a story from the past.-It is said that before the Shaman left Avalon, he spent a lot on asking the Trader three questions. According to their agreement, the Trader could choose not to answer, but could not lie.Shaman's first question was: how does one enter Avalon's Shadow? The Trader told him that the only way was the Blood Path.His second question was: who has ever entered it? The Trader told him that an Eastern man had.The third question was: What did he take? The Trader said nothing. The Shaman then changed his question: How did he get in? The Trader still said nothing.Then the Shaman asked his last question and the Trader answered. No one knew what the question or answer was, but then the Shaman disappeared for nine years."When the Shaman decided to return, his first order was to look for a white-haired Eastern kid. The parliament concluded that the clue must come from the kid, but now it seems like that old b*stard Shaman was just trying to confuse people." Silo flattened the hookah in anger, his eyes cold. "We were tricked by that old b*stard."Seeing Silo's anger, Po Sinai subconsciously shivered. He lowered his head, not daring to say anything.Finally, Silo calmed down. He leaned back in his chair, seeming to still have some doubts. "And...anything new about that dark musician?"Po Sinai shook his head. "Nothing new.""That vengeful evil spirit. Apparently he challenged the parliament. The robin wants us to track Sherlock Holmes.""Understood." Po Sinai rose. He was about to leave politely, but Silo stopped him."Warn our people to be careful. Do not provoke him, understand?" Silo was full of prudence. "Sherlock Holmes is the dark musician that even Puspotkata thinks is a tough enemy. Just let the parliament deal with him. You don't want to wake up in the middle of the night and see something standing in front of your bed, do you?"Imagining it, Po Sinai shivered. He cautiously shook his head."Then go ahead."With the parliament and the robin in his mind, Ye Qingxuan quietly closed the door, and urged Bai Xi to leave.-"Vengeful evil spirit?" Once they were in a quiet place, Bai Xi finally could not help but speak, "Cousin, that's a cool nickname!""Those are just rumors. Don't mind them." Ye Qingxuan shrugged. He was concentrating on controlling the melody and blocking the eyes around them, but in his mind, he was contemplating. Should he leave a note behind after taking the stuff, seeing as they had given him a nice nickname? He could not wait to plaster the warning onto Silo's face! Those b*stards-"Should be here." Ye Qingxuan gazed at the entrance in the distance and frowned. Those Indians really sacrificed a lot in order to help Puspotkata break through!Flames lit up the darkness like huge bonfire before the door. More than twenty brawny men with white turbans sat outside the door. They kept a sharp eye in all directions, preventing anyone from getting close. There were also a number of stout and fierce dogs looking around with their red eyes. They were some rare mixed breed. Maybe some strange creature's blood flowed in them.And in the middle, there was a very strange-looking man. Clad in rags, he looked like a beggar. The only decent thing on him was something that might be underwear, covering his crotch. His bare skin was rough and scarred.He sat cross-legged on the ground. His smooth, rippling muscles were like twisted wire. It made him look as if he was made from scrap metal and iron pieces, his edges were sharp. His head was bare and his beard was scruffy. There was lice in there too. He was disgusting!Ye Qingxuan put up his guard. This guy...could he be an ascetic monk? According to rumors, those monks were known for their extreme training and tribulations, and often had unbelievable powers.Physical prowess was nothing to them. Some were even musicians at the Student level, and were experts in the mysterious Seven Note Chanting. When they became musicians, they would become Mahiraga, a mix of the School of Modifications and Choir. Really difficult to fight!Ye Qingxuan could not tell just how powerful the man was, but the situation seemed tricky. Fortunately, the man was not a musician yet.Ye Qingxuan took a deep breath and warned Bai Xi to be careful. He activated Jiu Xiao Huan Pei.Even though Ye Qingxuan had improved after the last run-in, it was still tough to use Black Friday on forty people. Luckily, he had his trump card: the Double Snake Time Meter.He whispered gently, "All is dark. Only the Tree of Life is forever green." With a small click, the second hand began to move. One minute.--In the stillness, the ascetic monk, sitting cross-legged on the stone steps, suddenly became alert. Amidst the messy breathing sounds, a faint melody suddenly rang. It sounded like a wail. It was hard to distinguish it from the moans coming from the brothel. It was like a black river from the bottom of the heart. The feeling of desolation surged in his heart. He could not help but sighed, feeling great loneliness.A few decades ago, he had killed his junior fellow in order to be chosen. If that child was still alive, he might be beside him now. Having a companion would make the ascetic journey less lonely. Recalling that boy's smile, he became sad. But he quickly recovered, thanks to his training.He looked up, as if nothing had happened, as if the illusionary melody had never existed. Beside him, the few drops of sweat on the stone steps gradually disappeared, leaving nothing behind.-In the tunnel, Ye Qingxuan staggered when he finally finished playing, and almost fell down. Bai Xi caught him and handed him a tube of the potion to restore his energy.Ye waved it away. He rested for a few seconds and felt much better thanks to Jiu Xiao Huan Pei. Without it, he would have been sapped.Cold wind blew in the tunnel. He looked up at the door up above. His expression turned serious.At the end of the tunnel was a brass door. It was covered with engraved notes and music scores. It seemed to be high quality alchemy equipment. At a glance, he could see that it was reinforced, had an alarm and more. It would take a lot of effort to open it. But the door that should have been closed was now opened, revealing the faint shadow behind the door. A gleam of scarlet seeped out.
