Chapter 848 - 851: Jubilant Zhu Bajie

"That goldfish looks ordinary; how could it be of the Demon King’s bloodline?"

The Ancestor of Blood Refinement was speechless. That goldfish, which was called the Great King of Numinous Power, only gave off an aura akin to the descendant of a Demon King because of a single drop of his blood.

Everyone present looked at each other, baffled. Was that goldfish just an ordinary goldfish?

Then why did it change so dramatically all of a sudden?

Suddenly, Miaoshan and others recalled the drop of blood from the Ancestor of Blood Refinement that day, leaving them dumbfounded, completely at a loss.

A single drop of blood, transforming the mundane into the sacred?

Isn’t this something only the blood of an Immortal Emperor could achieve?

Deep in thought, everyone present exchanged glances, momentarily not knowing what to say.

Immortal Emperor?

Was this Ancestor of Blood Refinement actually the Immortal Emperor?

They couldn’t believe it.

Perhaps... perhaps his blood has some special properties.

They could only dismiss it, offering themselves an explanation.

At this moment, the Ancestor of Blood Refinement used his right finger to cut open his left finger, and immediately, a drop of blood splashed out.

This time, Yang Tianzi and the others watched with extreme seriousness. Last time, they weren’t this focused—in contrast, this time, they were entirely concentrated, observing clearly,

This drop of blood was golden.

Yet it also seemed purple,

Miaoshan remarked thoughtfully, "It’s said that every drop of blood from the Immortal Emperor contains the aura of purple energy coming from the east, and this drop of blood seems to..."

"be almost the same!"

But those three words were too difficult to utter.

Yang Tianzi and the others were stunned on the spot.

Immortal Emperor?

Was the Ancestor of Blood Refinement the Immortal Emperor?

It seemed so, but also didn’t,

Leaving Yang Tianzi and the others helpless.

The pig that received a drop of Wu Tian’s blood seemed to have all clouds of confusion lifted from its eyes and gratefully squealed at Wu Tian: "Thank you, thank you."

"No need to thank me." Wu Tian shook his head; being thanked by a pig, no matter how he thought about it, didn’t feel like a good thing.

"From now on, you’re called Zhu Bajie!" As his voice faded, Wu Tian pointed at Xiu’er on the bed and said, "Zhu Bajie, go wake it up for me, and remember to keep calling... ’Iron Broom!’"

Iron Broom?

Who is he referring to?

Yang Tianzi coughed softly, reminding him: "Senior, my daughter’s name is Xiu’er, not Iron Broom."

Wu Tian ignored him,

Simply instructing Zhu Bajie to call Iron Broom.

The talking little pig immediately went up,

"Iron Broom... Iron Broom... Iron Broom."

It called diligently, but no response was heard for a long time.

"..."

Yang Tianzi again looked toward the Ancestor of Blood Refinement.

Wu Tian, wearing bronze, said: "..."

Even he didn’t expect this wouldn’t work?

Where should he put his face now?

What was lacking?

What exactly was missing?

Confusion clouded Wu Tian’s mind,

Until suddenly, inspiration struck: "Is there something that can shock the soul, move hearts, and evoke emotions strongly?"

As soon as he spoke, Yang Tianzi and others exchanged puzzled glances.

"I know of something that can do that, but..." Miaoshan hesitated, pondering.

"But what?" Wu Tian looked over.

"But it’s not something tangible; rather, it’s intangible." Miaoshan said,

"Intangible?" Wu Tian puzzled over this,

Yang Tianzi was also bewildered,

What exactly were they referring to?

Everyone’s expressions turned peculiar.

"Intangible things refer to sounds, for example, the Buddhist Sect, the Buddhist chants they say, actually influence a person. Rumor has it, they can make an iron tree bloom, or water drop and stone pierce." Miaoshan explained,

Yang Tianzi also thought of something and said: "I understand, musicians, exactly, musicians. Five thousand years ago, there was a musician who wasn’t satisfied with musicians being just for entertainment; hence, they strived rigorously, after which the definition of a musician changed and became similar to occupations like Array Master, Alchemist, and others."

After speaking, he looked weirdly at the Ancestor of Blood Refinement: "The musician profession, although it has risen, is still quite rare; hence, there are many musicians but few who are Combat Musicians."

Master Li and the others nodded, observing the Ancestor of Blood Refinement who was listening intently, seemingly unaware that musicians could be combat musicians or general musicians,

How could that be?

Combat Musicians,

Rose around five thousand years ago,

Old Master, with such vast knowledge, couldn’t possibly not know this.

"I... was working behind closed doors." Seeing everyone’s eyes full of inquiry, Wu Tian felt a bit awkward.

In others’ eyes, he wasn’t that young, a venerable senior. Actually, within the thousands of years, what had happened, Wu Tian did not know.

"Working behind closed doors?" Yang Tianzi and others glanced at each other, their expressions even stranger. The rise of musicians—this happening, it’s five thousand years old, even going out a few times one should have heard of it.

Yet the Ancestor of Blood Refinement knew nothing about it,

What does this signify?

The Ancestor of Blood Refinement, at least for several thousand years, had been cooped up indoors, never going out.

As a dignified senior,

How did he remain isolated to this extent?

In Yang Tianzi and others’ view, whether the Ancestor of Blood Refinement’s knowledge is the best under the heavens,

Nobody knew.

But in terms of "isolation," none could surpass him.

"Does anyone among you know this skill of sound and music?" The Ancestor of Blood Refinement returned to the main topic.

"Combat musicians are rare. Even fewer know combat musician skills...how could we possibly know them?" Yang Tianzi and others shook their heads in turn,

"I see." Wu Tian pondered for a moment and then said: "Then Willow Sect, go and find it quickly."

Afraid Yang Tianzi might not give it his all, Wu Tian added: "If not, your daughter may not wake up."

"This..." Yang Tianzi immediately became worried and anxious: "But...but in the Edge Lands of the continent, where would there be? I can’t find them."

"Couldn’t find a skilled musician?"

A chill ran through Wu Tian’s heart.

He hadn’t anticipated that combat musicians would be this scarce.

"Do any of you have a more powerful musical instrument?" Wu Tian thought for a while longer before looking at Yang Tianzi and the others again.

Some Supreme Treasures possess spirits, such as a sword that, even without a wielder, can swing on its own.

Wu Tian hoped the Willow Sect could find such instruments,

"Instruments?" Yang Tianzi shook his head: "Senior, it seems you aren’t well-acquainted with musicians; music relies on finding a kindred soul. An instrument without meeting a true owner...will remain silent, no matter the calling, until now."

Instruments,

And musicians,

Share the same temper,

With a kindred soul, anything can resonate.

Without a kindred soul?

Then you have nothing.

"Well..." The Ancestor of Blood Refinement contemplated and said: "If such an instrument does exist, bring it here first."

"Alright, since Senior insists." Yang Tianzi nodded and motioned for a disciple to fetch the instrument.

Immediately, a disciple went out and returned, as ten disciples were seen struggling, carrying a long case,

Each step they took, their breath seemed labored.

Finally, after much effort, the ten disciples brought the case before Wu Tian. Wu Tian approached and opened the black case, revealing an ancient zither inside.

The zither’s body was entirely snow-white, with a trace of Dragon Qi embedded, as if an apparition of a white dragon, while the strings were bizarrely black.

This was a remarkable zither.

But Yang Tianzi sighed: "What use is a zither without a musician."

"Indeed." Miaoshan and the others sighed.

Wu Tian waved them off: "Why such pessimism? I’ll begin being a musician now."

"Now?" The crowd was dumbfounded.