What?
You’re going to play the zither?
You think just by spacing out for a moment, you can instantly play the zither?
And even learned the skills of a Combat Musician?
Are you kidding? This is not how you joke, is it?
Yang Tian couldn’t help but say, "Senior, don’t joke around, this is not the time for jokes."
"Hehehe, you don’t believe me? Then I’m leaving." Seeing Yang Tian’s attitude, Wu Tian replied calmly and turned to leave.
What, are you really about to leave? Yang Tian was frustrated.
Meanwhile, Liu Qing was mentally preparing himself.
Having never considered becoming the head of a sect,
Liu Qing knew that he couldn’t be too passive when the day came so early. Now he was standing there, taking deep breaths, constantly reminding himself, you can do it, you can, you definitely can...
"Yang Tian, trust him." Miaoshan suddenly said, recalling the wonder of the Ancestor of Blood Refinement.
Some peculiar people, either have brains that are problematic or are truly powerful.
Most of the sect disciples wore peculiar expressions, wondering if nerves could be contagious. So, had Miaoshan also been caught? Couldn’t even tell the difference between an ordinary musician and a Combat Musician, yet claimed to have mastered it after spacing out for a bit?
This statement was hard to believe!
Yang Tian hesitated, looked at Miaoshan, and finally ran to Wu Tian, who was about to leave, kneeling with both knees.
"Bang!"
The ground cracked,
"Senior, please make your move. I was wrong, I shouldn’t have doubted you."
"Mm." Wu Tian nodded, finally turning back, glanced at the zither Yang Tian had been playing, and not understanding music, he looked,
This zither,
Was visually impressive,
A fine instrument.
Now, Wu Tian understood the way of the zither, and upon seeing this zither again,
It was vulgar,
Gaudy,
Essentially a beautiful package with a rotten core.
"This zither is garbage."
Wu Tian waved his hand, signaling a disciple of the Willow Sect to take the zither away.
"Th-This is garbage?" The Willow Sect disciples were dumbfounded.
This zither was a treasure from the Willow Sect’s treasure vault.
How many musicians aspired to obtain it?
Yet, an instrument considered so precious was being dismissed?
No one could have thought of such a thing.
Such a zither being called garbage?
Everyone doubted their ears, did they hear wrong?
Do you really understand zithers?
"Senior, this zither is a fine instrument, reputedly made from a mixed-blood white dragon, a superior zither." Yang Tian reminded.
If one can’t distinguish between good and bad zithers, what kind of musician are they?
Wu Tian shook his head, what was so great about the white dragon zither? He had seen real fine zithers in the Heavenly Emperor’s Treasure House,
Now, Wu Tian flipped his palm, and instantly, an ancient zither appeared in his palm. Upon its appearance, a peculiar zither sound,
Emitted automatically from the zither, rippling outward.
Yang Tian and others were startled, there was no doubt this was a good zither!
Wu Tian smiled, this zither was called Qianyu Zither.
Qianyu, in the Mythical World, was originally a water snake by the waterside of Yao Mountain, where it became friends with Crown Prince Changqin. Although Qianyu was small and weak, it firmly believed it was different from others. One day, it would cultivate into a mighty dragon soaring between heaven and earth. It promised Crown Prince Changqin that once it became such a dragon, he would ride beside its horns, traversing mountains and valleys.
It didn’t know how long this path of evolution would be.
Being a water snake, it had the chance to become a jiao, and after enduring a Heavenly Tribulation, it could become a dragon, facing the Nine Heavens Tribulation to become a horned dragon. Only after life-and-death trials could it become a real dragon!
Sadly, Qianyu never gained such a chance again, its soul drifting everywhere,
Its body transformed into a long zither!
Here, long zither naturally refers to a long instrument!


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