Tianyin Sect, the Dao of the Mortal World
“A music cultivator?”
Both Long Chen and Ziyan were surprised. They hadn’t expected to encounter a music cultivator here.
The unique voice, the exquisite rhythm, and the resonance that seemed to harmonize with heaven and earth—it was unmistakable.
The world was vast, filled with countless talents, but music cultivators were extremely rare.
And the Qin Sect was the holy land every music cultivator dreamed of, gathering nearly all practitioners of the musical Dao.
Yet both Long Chen and Ziyan were deeply familiar with the Qin Sect’s inheritance. This woman clearly did not cultivate their techniques—her aura was entirely different.
“Bullying the weak while fearing the strong, treating human lives like grass… and you think a simple apology settles everything? Do you take me for a fool?” Long Chen snorted coldly, his giant starry hand pressing down harder.
Crack… crack… crack…
Cracks rapidly spread across the warship’s barrier. The experts aboard were both shocked and enraged, immediately pouring their power into the formation to reinforce it.
With their combined strength, the barrier stopped deteriorating further, though it still creaked under immense pressure.
“You brat, you’re courting death!” the golden-armored warrior shouted. “Our master saw your extraordinary bearing and intended to take you under her command, yet you dare act so ungratefully!”
“Take me under her command?” Long Chen almost laughed. “Your appetite is quite big.”
Still, from the man’s tone, Long Chen could tell there was no real killing intent—just arrogance.
The woman called Miaoyin gazed at the massive starry hand in the sky. A flicker of surprise passed through her beautiful eyes, but she remained calm.
“This young master,” she said gently, her voice as melodious as heavenly music, “it seems I misjudged you. I did not expect to encounter the famous Nine Star inheritor here.”
“My Tianyin Sect has some ties with the Star Hall. This is merely a misunderstanding. Would you please withdraw your divine ability and come aboard? Allow me to serve you tea and offer my apology.”
Her tone was soft, humble, and irresistibly charming. Any ordinary man would feel his anger melt away.
But the moment she mentioned the Star Hall, Ziyan’s lips twitched slightly.
That… was a mistake.
Long Chen’s eyes lit up, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.
Miaoyin immediately realized something was wrong—she had said the wrong thing.
The Star Hall might be the mainstream of the Nine Star lineage, but not all powerful Nine Star inheritors belonged to it.
“In that case…” Long Chen grinned, “since you have ties with the Star Hall, I’ll reluctantly take you in as a singing maid.”
A ripple of starry light surged behind him.
Boom!
A vast sea of stars manifested, and the power of the giant hand instantly skyrocketed.
Rumble…
The barrier trembled violently as cracks spread across its entire surface. The experts aboard cried out in alarm.
“Thank you for your regard,” Miaoyin sighed softly, “but I am one of the Four Music Masters of the Tianyin Sect. I have duties to fulfill and cannot serve by your side. It is… regrettable.”
Her voice carried a strange blend of helplessness, sorrow, reluctance, and something deeper.
Ziyan’s expression turned slightly odd.
Miaoyin’s voice contained a subtle soul-enchanting technique—it gently influenced the mind while delivering a warning. At the same time, her aura carried a strong worldly charm, like a fairy who had walked through mortal life—half transcendent, half human.
Ziyan smiled faintly. “Hey, this little girl has great potential. Capture her. I’ll play the zither, she can sing—wouldn’t that be wonderful?”
Long Chen froze.
That… came from Ziyan?
Looking at the strange blend of immortal grace and demonic charm in her eyes, Long Chen felt a chill run down his spine.
This felt like a trap.
“Ziyan, don’t misunderstand,” he said quickly. “I was joking!”
“I’m not,” Ziyan replied with a smile. “She cultivates the Dao of the mortal world. When I tempered my heart in the mortal realm, I left flaws behind. She can help me fix them.”
She was serious.
Long Chen immediately changed his stance. “Then I’ll capture her for you. I don’t need her.”
“I don’t need a maid,” Ziyan said, her smile turning slightly mischievous. “You do. With all your pressure, you need relaxation. Judging by her figure, she’s not only skilled in singing but also dancing… and I’m sure her dancing is beyond anything you’ve seen.”
This is bad… Long Chen inwardly groaned.
The influence of the Demonic Zither was clearly affecting her.
He hesitated.
This was clearly a life-or-death question.
Meanwhile, their conversation sounded extremely insulting to Miaoyin. Though she remained composed, a trace of coldness flashed in her eyes.
“You dare insult Lady Music Master?” the golden-armored warrior roared. “You’re seeking death!”
Seeing Long Chen hesitate, Ziyan frowned. “Why are you hesitating? I, your wife, don’t even mind—what are you afraid of? It’s just a maid. Even Wan’er wouldn’t care.”
“Why don’t you do it instead…” Long Chen muttered helplessly.
This woman was dangerous—not just her immortal power, but her mortal allure. Keeping her close would be like playing with fire.
Ziyan giggled. “If you don’t capture her, I’ll spread rumors that you’ve been fooling around with Chi Yutong, Xinyu, Yulan… and that you’ve been getting close to disciples of the Mingyue Sect. Then you can deal with Wan’er’s anger yourself.”
Long Chen’s scalp went numb. “That’s vicious! I’ll prove my innocence!”
“Do you think Wan’er will believe you… or me?” Ziyan blinked innocently.
Long Chen took a deep breath.
“Fine.”
“Divine Ring—manifest!”
With a roar, an eight-colored divine ring rose behind him, emerging from the vast sea of stars.
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