The long sword descended from the sky like a snake!
'Like a snake' did not mean that it looked like a snake. Rather, it meant that it had truly turned into a snake! This was a shadow snake with a blade!
Ye Qingxuan had never noticed that this guy had such a crazy thing on him! This was a creature that existed in the aether world and was frozen in the Shadow of Natural Catastrophe. He did not know how it was made but by nature, it was neither living nor a demon. It was the solidification of a type of spirit.
Musicians had caught it by coincidence. After bought by an alchemist, it was fused into a sword, creating a secret weapon that contained the mysteries of aether—the Shadow Snake Sword. This was extreme sharpness and poison. Anyone touched by it would die!
In an instant, it pierced downward silently. The alchemy equipment on Constantine shattered one after another. It could not even delay the sword. It was a sudden turn of events. Ye Qingxuan had no time to save it.
Thankfully…he had expected this!
The next moment, radiant light shot out from Constantine's body. The power hidden on him had been activated. Music theory was created, dividing the territories. The heavenly light cut into the world, enveloping him.
It was Holy!
Now, Ye Qingxuan finally had complete control over the music score inherited from the School of Stone Heart. Before he arrived, he had already finished erecting it. He knew how precious Constantine was. He would not let down his guard until Wolf Flute or other saints arrived. He must keep Constantine in one piece, without even a hair touched. Otherwise, how could he negotiate with the Silent Authority for them to release Charles? If he missed one shot, the opportunity would be gone.
In the near distance, a fighting Distortion level musician was completely forced back and sealed into a statue. By fighting fire with fire, the Silent Authority musicians were also lightly wounded.
Thankfully, with Ye Qingxuan's delay, it did not get out of hand. These four musicians were all of the best assassins of the Revolutionaries. Not only did they have amazing technique and music scores, they also had the brains. After squeezing out all of their memory, they could still enter 'Armageddon' and become a true 'hell musician.' Every bit of them was useful!
Seeing that he was unsuccessful, the purple-eyed griffin angrily slammed a fist on the territory of Holy. Unfortunately, even an Abstinence grandmaster needed to focus for a long time to break through the music theory of Holy… Ye Qingxuan would not give him this chance.
Without hesitating, the griffin turned after realizing he had lost his chance and flew off. Fog appeared, crowding around his figure, and he was instantly far away.
"Trying to run?" Ye Qingxuan went after him but behind him, Charles used all his energy to rasp out, "Don't chase him!"
Ye Qingxuan stopped reflexively. He sensed a shred of murderous intent from the fog. Soon, there was a sigh from the fog. The murderous feeling disappeared and the fog dissipated. The figure vanished.
He was gone.
Ye Qingxuan stood in place silently. After a long while, he finally went back. Sitting beside the carriage's skeleton, he watched the four Silent Authority musicians. They wanted to take Constantine away too but were powerless against Ye Qingxuan's Holy.
"Mr. Ye, you…"
"Contact your uppers. Get someone over here who can really handle matters." Ye Qingxuan lit his cigarette and inhaled. "Don't tell me about the big picture and don't tell me that sacrifices must be made for the Sacred City.
"I caught the man, my senior was the spy, I stopped the enemy, and I saved Constantine, so I deserve this result. It completely meets the Musician Recruitment Bill. Even the Sacred Court will protect my rights." He paused, blowing out blue-purple smoke. His cold expression darkened under the smoke.
"If you want Constantine alive, give me a suitable price."
-
One hour later, there were no more stars in the deep night sky. After fifteen minutes, snow began to fall under the cold wind. The Sacred City's sharp metallic light was covered. The defined edges and features softened under the white snow. Layers of walls away, Ye Qingxuan raised his head. He heard the sound of snow falling onto the earth above him. He sat on a bench in the hallway and waited quietly. Finally, the lift opened slowly and Wolf Flute walked out. His uniform was covered with a thick layer of snow. Knocking off the snow, he pulled a document out and gave it to Ye Qingxuan. "Here's what you wanted."
"Thanks." Ye Qingxuan's lifted his eyes and accepted the document packet. He opened it and saw the pardon written by the six cardinals of the Papal Church. Charles had achieved a great feat for the Sacred City and proved his innocence and devoutness under God's witness. His crime was pardoned. From now on, he was no longer a criminal.
Ye Qingxuan re-read it a few times in silence and carefully put into his pocket to be saved. Checking the time, he could not help but sigh.
"Forty minutes? Should I sigh because of the Sacred City's efficiency or that Constantine is heavy bait?"
Wolf Flute lit his cigarette and glanced at him in annoyance. "It only took five minutes on the road," he said. "The Papal Church argued over whether Constantine should live or die for thirty minutes and then only hesitated about Charles for five seconds. The rest…heh, they spent five minutes yelling at you."
"Let me guess." Ye Qingxuan asked, "Don't know my own place?"
"Disregards the big picture, unable to shoulder great responsibilities…stuff like that." Wolf Flute shrugged. He sighed and patted Ye Qingxuan's shoulder. "Next time, don't negotiate with those big figures. Even if it works out, you might not like it."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head. "I think my price was cheap."
"Idiot." Wolf Flute looked and shook his head. "The cheapest is getting it for free."
Understanding what he meant, Ye Qingxuan stopped talking. Soon, the metal gate at the end of the hall opened. Charles walked out. The guard undid his handcuffs and the metal dropped to the ground.
"Regaining freedom feels great." Charles rolled his neck and did some gymnastic moves. Finding the prisoner's uniform an eyesore, Ye Qingxuan gave Charles his jacket.
"The Silent Authority gives great treatment, huh." With the jacket on, Charles could not help but whistle while feeling the wool. "Such good material. This set is probably at least two thousand pounds, right? And there's so much alchemy in between…is this ritual clothing? I heard your Governor was destroyed. How about I add a new metal skeleton into this for you some other day?"
Ye Qingxuan smiled helplessly. "Go rest first and we'll talk after sleeping. Tomorrow, I'll take you to the best restaurant in the Sacred City. Eat your fill."
Charles instantly became spirited. "Juniors are the apples of the senior's eye. The proverb is right."
"What kind of weird proverb is that?!" Ye Qingxuan shook his head. But then he realized that Charles was still standing there, not about to leave with him. "What's wrong?"
Charles hesitated and looked back. "How is Mr. Constantine? Is he awake?"
"He woke up a long while ago." Wolf Flute shrugged. "But he's still unwilling to speak or cooperate. He won't even answer questions. Other than his first request, he hasn't responded to anything."
"What request?"
After a short pause, Wolf Flute sighed. "He wants to see Charles."
The long sword descended from the sky like a snake!
'Like a snake' did not mean that it looked like a snake. Rather, it meant that it had truly turned into a snake! This was a shadow snake with a blade!
Ye Qingxuan had never noticed that this guy had such a crazy thing on him! This was a creature that existed in the aether world and was frozen in the Shadow of Natural Catastrophe. He did not know how it was made but by nature, it was neither living nor a demon. It was the solidification of a type of spirit.
Musicians had caught it by coincidence. After bought by an alchemist, it was fused into a sword, creating a secret weapon that contained the mysteries of aether—the Shadow Snake Sword. This was extreme sharpness and poison. Anyone touched by it would die!
In an instant, it pierced downward silently. The alchemy equipment on Constantine shattered one after another. It could not even delay the sword. It was a sudden turn of events. Ye Qingxuan had no time to save it.
Thankfully…he had expected this!
The next moment, radiant light shot out from Constantine's body. The power hidden on him had been activated. Music theory was created, dividing the territories. The heavenly light cut into the world, enveloping him.
It was Holy!
Now, Ye Qingxuan finally had complete control over the music score inherited from the School of Stone Heart. Before he arrived, he had already finished erecting it. He knew how precious Constantine was. He would not let down his guard until Wolf Flute or other saints arrived. He must keep Constantine in one piece, without even a hair touched. Otherwise, how could he negotiate with the Silent Authority for them to release Charles? If he missed one shot, the opportunity would be gone.
In the near distance, a fighting Distortion level musician was completely forced back and sealed into a statue. By fighting fire with fire, the Silent Authority musicians were also lightly wounded.
Thankfully, with Ye Qingxuan's delay, it did not get out of hand. These four musicians were all of the best assassins of the Revolutionaries. Not only did they have amazing technique and music scores, they also had the brains. After squeezing out all of their memory, they could still enter 'Armageddon' and become a true 'hell musician.' Every bit of them was useful!
Seeing that he was unsuccessful, the purple-eyed griffin angrily slammed a fist on the territory of Holy. Unfortunately, even an Abstinence grandmaster needed to focus for a long time to break through the music theory of Holy… Ye Qingxuan would not give him this chance.
Without hesitating, the griffin turned after realizing he had lost his chance and flew off. Fog appeared, crowding around his figure, and he was instantly far away.
"Trying to run?" Ye Qingxuan went after him but behind him, Charles used all his energy to rasp out, "Don't chase him!"
Ye Qingxuan stopped reflexively. He sensed a shred of murderous intent from the fog. Soon, there was a sigh from the fog. The murderous feeling disappeared and the fog dissipated. The figure vanished.
He was gone.
Ye Qingxuan stood in place silently. After a long while, he finally went back. Sitting beside the carriage's skeleton, he watched the four Silent Authority musicians. They wanted to take Constantine away too but were powerless against Ye Qingxuan's Holy.
"Mr. Ye, you…"
"Contact your uppers. Get someone over here who can really handle matters." Ye Qingxuan lit his cigarette and inhaled. "Don't tell me about the big picture and don't tell me that sacrifices must be made for the Sacred City.
"I caught the man, my senior was the spy, I stopped the enemy, and I saved Constantine, so I deserve this result. It completely meets the Musician Recruitment Bill. Even the Sacred Court will protect my rights." He paused, blowing out blue-purple smoke. His cold expression darkened under the smoke.
"If you want Constantine alive, give me a suitable price."
-
One hour later, there were no more stars in the deep night sky. After fifteen minutes, snow began to fall under the cold wind. The Sacred City's sharp metallic light was covered. The defined edges and features softened under the white snow. Layers of walls away, Ye Qingxuan raised his head. He heard the sound of snow falling onto the earth above him. He sat on a bench in the hallway and waited quietly. Finally, the lift opened slowly and Wolf Flute walked out. His uniform was covered with a thick layer of snow. Knocking off the snow, he pulled a document out and gave it to Ye Qingxuan. "Here's what you wanted."
"Thanks." Ye Qingxuan's lifted his eyes and accepted the document packet. He opened it and saw the pardon written by the six cardinals of the Papal Church. Charles had achieved a great feat for the Sacred City and proved his innocence and devoutness under God's witness. His crime was pardoned. From now on, he was no longer a criminal.
Ye Qingxuan re-read it a few times in silence and carefully put into his pocket to be saved. Checking the time, he could not help but sigh.
"Forty minutes? Should I sigh because of the Sacred City's efficiency or that Constantine is heavy bait?"
Wolf Flute lit his cigarette and glanced at him in annoyance. "It only took five minutes on the road," he said. "The Papal Church argued over whether Constantine should live or die for thirty minutes and then only hesitated about Charles for five seconds. The rest…heh, they spent five minutes yelling at you."
"Let me guess." Ye Qingxuan asked, "Don't know my own place?"
"Disregards the big picture, unable to shoulder great responsibilities…stuff like that." Wolf Flute shrugged. He sighed and patted Ye Qingxuan's shoulder. "Next time, don't negotiate with those big figures. Even if it works out, you might not like it."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head. "I think my price was cheap."
"Idiot." Wolf Flute looked and shook his head. "The cheapest is getting it for free."
Understanding what he meant, Ye Qingxuan stopped talking. Soon, the metal gate at the end of the hall opened. Charles walked out. The guard undid his handcuffs and the metal dropped to the ground.
"Regaining freedom feels great." Charles rolled his neck and did some gymnastic moves. Finding the prisoner's uniform an eyesore, Ye Qingxuan gave Charles his jacket.
"The Silent Authority gives great treatment, huh." With the jacket on, Charles could not help but whistle while feeling the wool. "Such good material. This set is probably at least two thousand pounds, right? And there's so much alchemy in between…is this ritual clothing? I heard your Governor was destroyed. How about I add a new metal skeleton into this for you some other day?"
Ye Qingxuan smiled helplessly. "Go rest first and we'll talk after sleeping. Tomorrow, I'll take you to the best restaurant in the Sacred City. Eat your fill."
Charles instantly became spirited. "Juniors are the apples of the senior's eye. The proverb is right."
"What kind of weird proverb is that?!" Ye Qingxuan shook his head. But then he realized that Charles was still standing there, not about to leave with him. "What's wrong?"
Charles hesitated and looked back. "How is Mr. Constantine? Is he awake?"
"He woke up a long while ago." Wolf Flute shrugged. "But he's still unwilling to speak or cooperate. He won't even answer questions. Other than his first request, he hasn't responded to anything."
"What request?"
After a short pause, Wolf Flute sighed. "He wants to see Charles."
