Chapter 806 - 750: Ge Yuchan vs. Zuo Qiuhe (Vote for Yue)

Chapter 806: Chapter 750: Ge Yuchan vs. Zuo Qiuhe (Vote for Yue)

On the arena, Zuo Qiuhe was dressed in white with a jade crown, sitting cross-legged in midair, a zither across his knees, his robe hanging down, aloof and ethereal like an immortal.

With a casual sweep of his hand, elegant and soothing zither sounds sent out waves of sound ripples, gently sweeping across every corner of the arena.

Beiji Palace is located in the Beiji Realm of the Ziwei Star Alliance and is purely a sect for Sound Cultivation.

The Immortal Monarch of this realm is Fairy Yuxiao, who excels in music and had emerged from Beiji Palace as a sound cultivator.

In the Divinity Transformation Stage, Zhao Fuyi’s first encounter on stage was with a male cultivator playing a pipa, who also hailed from Beiji Palace.

Zuo Qiuhe is skilled with the ancient zither. On the stage, Jiang Yuebai watched him, feeling uncomfortable all over. Ever since she met Qii Siheng at the Nascent Soul, she would feel a tingle in her scalp whenever she saw a male cultivator playing an instrument.

Ge Yuchan, dressed in black with her hair tied high, her ponytail flying, looked sharp and spirited, quickly jumped back upon hearing the zither sound.

As sound waves swept over, Ge Yuchan vanished into thin air.

Zuo Qiuhe’s eyes flickered, his hands pressed down on the zither strings, his peripheral vision scanning the surroundings, finding that his Divine Sense couldn’t locate any trace of Ge Yuchan.

Zuo Qiuhe remained calm as ever, showing no panic, as he plucked the zither strings again, the sound rushing.

The formless sound waves became tangible, rippling out from Zuo Qiuhe’s body, sweeping across every part of the arena.

Suddenly, the sound waves behind Zuo Qiuhe’s right depicted a human figure, and Ge Yuchan’s form was exposed.

Jiang Yuebai’s heart tightened. Ge Yuchan had relied on her exceptionally strong Concealing Method and her eyes that could discern flaws, patiently lying in wait for an opportunity to strike with one fatal blow in the previous three rounds.

But now, Ge Yuchan’s Concealing Method was utterly ineffective against Zuo Qiuhe’s sound waves.

Seeing the situation on stage, Ge Yuchan hesitated not for a moment and decisively attacked.

With twin daggers rotating in her grasp, Ge Yuchan moved like lightning, launching a surprise attack at Zuo Qiuhe from behind, gripping the daggers tightly and aiming them fiercely at the back of Zuo Qiuhe’s neck.

Her speed was so fast that her body outline was still in place, yet she had already shifted position as if by teleportation.

Silver light flashed, killing intent brimming, Jiang Yuebai held her breath in tension.

Zuo Qiuhe’s eyes turned cold, with a sweep of his hand across the strings, the fierce sound creating a crescent moon, colliding with Ge Yuchan’s dagger.

Clang!

The clash rang out, Ge Yuchan’s dagger was deflected, missing her mark. She immediately retreated, her form vanishing like a nimble fox.

Zuo Qiuhe’s zither melody continued, accelerating, with waves of sound sweeping across, the arena’s temperature plummeted, and snow began to fall from nowhere, frost forming on the surrounding Protective Barrier, rapidly spreading.

Just like foreign entities in the water, Ge Yuchan was utterly exposed within the sound waves.

The sound waves, unlike spells, were hard to resist, penetrating every part of Ge Yuchan’s body, with the cold within freezing her Spiritual Energy, her body gradually stiffening and her speed slowing down.

The longer time dragged on, the worse it was for Ge Yuchan.

Thinking of this, Ge Yuchan changed her usual tactics, switching to offense, alternately wielding twin daggers to launch continuous assaults on Zuo Qiuhe from trickiest angles.

Sitting in midair, Zuo Qiuhe remained motionless, facing Ge Yuchan’s lightning-fast attacks. He frowned slightly, his hands creating trails of afterimages as they swept over the zither strings.

The wind stirred suddenly, the melody grew urgent.

Waves of crescent-shaped sound shot out from Zuo Qiuhe’s zither, fiercely clashing with Ge Yuchan’s continuously attacking daggers.

The sound wave’s speed was swift, but Ge Yuchan’s form was even faster!

The first silhouette had just struck the dagger when the next silhouette had already flashed in another direction.

Her form split into two, then four, and then eight, like clones, assaulting from all directions like a storm, endlessly.

The crowd could hardly imagine the speed required to achieve such a level of eight afterimages.

Moreover, Ge Yuchan gave the impression of being not a cultivator but rather a mysterious assassin from the Mortal World.

Sparks flew, the wind howled, as Zuo Qiuhe’s flying hair was sliced by sound waves, his hands sweeping across the zither strings creating trails of afterimages. His forehead tense, gradually struggling, finding it somewhat hard to keep up with Ge Yuchan’s storm-like speed of attack.

In the exhilarating tune like a battle hymn, the crowd even forgot to breathe, watching intently, their hearts pounding like war drums, their blood boiling along with the intense battle on stage.

Like a wave being pushed higher and higher, waiting for the moment it crashed upon the shore to crush everything in its path.

As Ge Yuchan’s eight attacking silhouettes blurred and shook, slowly drawing out the ninth, Zuo Qiuhe suddenly widened his eyes and stood up abruptly from midair.

Clang!

A piercing clang suddenly erupted, with a powerful soundwave sweeping out, the Protective Barrier stretched taut, the remaining sound hummed incessantly.

The crowd widened their eyes, seeing Zuo Qiuhe step back, grip the zither tightly in front of him, his head tilted backward, still in shock.

Ge Yuchan, with both hands gripped tightly around the daggers, froze in midair, the daggers pressing down hard, piercing through the head of the zither.

The tip of the dagger was right against Zuo Qiuhe’s forehead!

Ge Yuchan’s chest heaved violently, her face pale; she had missed her opportunity, but...

From Zuo Qiuhe’s forehead, a drop of blood slowly oozed, vivid and striking.

Zuo Qiuhe’s fingertips twitched as if to pluck the zither strings, Ge Yuchan pulled out her dagger and retreated, landing gently in the distance to calm her breath.

She had given her all and hadn’t delivered a fatal blow; it meant she lost, as she had no strength left to launch another attack like that.

And Zuo Qiuhe still had strength remaining. Continuing the battle was meaningless.

"I lost!"

Ge Yuchan cupped her hands in acknowledgment, leaving without a hint of hesitation, her ponytail flying, graceful and straightforward.

She was no longer the Ge Yuchan who wanted to make a name for herself and shine gloriously. Now, she was accustomed to being ordinary, used to lying in wait.

If she lost this round, then onto the next. There would always be a battle that was her world!

Zuo Qiuhe’s victory came as expected by everyone, without much surprise, but Ge Yuchan’s brief performance on stage stunned them all.

An early-stage Nascent Soul losing to a late-stage Nascent Soul was nothing shameful, yet the trace of red blood on Zuo Qiuhe’s forehead added a touch of honor to Ge Yuchan’s loss.

"Ge Yuchan, the Heavenly Interence Sect is proud of you!"

Jiang Yuebai shouted excitedly, and Ge Yuchan’s footsteps paused. She didn’t turn back but ran off like the wind.

Heavenly Interence Sect, Ge Yuchan.

Along with Jiang Yuebai’s shout, many people remembered this name.

"Junior Sister Ge is truly strong!"

Fang Yuxing’s voice came, and as Jiang Yuebai turned around, she saw him standing not far away, clothes torn in several places, looking a bit haggard.

Jiang Yuebai couldn’t help but ask, "Weren’t you going to show the Luofu Sword Cultivators the might of the Heavenly Interence Sect’s sword cultivators? Finished so soon?"

Fang Yuxing scratched his head shyly, "Next time, definitely next time!"

"Couldn’t even handle the Luofu Sword Sect, Junior Brother Fang, not good enough."

Xie Jingshan strutted out from the crowd, his expression lively, obviously having won.

"Zhuo Qingfeng is still fighting hard over there. Junior Brother Fang, want to join me to make fun of him?" Xie Jingshan invited maliciously.

Fang Yuxing shook his head, declining, "I’m going to check on Yuu Qiuqi."

Xie Jingshan glanced at Jiang Yuebai, opened his mouth then closed it, and turned away towards Zhuo Qingfeng.

Jiang Yuebai shook her head, heading with Lu Nanzhi to find Wenn Jian.

Wenn Jian’s poetry and painting competition with Fengg Zhuxin was in full swing!