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 aboa...