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Chapter 36 The Great Heavenly Dragon

The zither, or more specifically the guzheng.

Nie Xiaoqian repeatedly stroked the strings of the zither, causing them to tremble slightly, and the sound of the zither shattered and scattered like broken jade.

The chaotic music mirrored the turmoil in her heart.

It's not that she doesn't know how to play musical instruments; on the contrary, the melodies she makes are very pleasant and moving. If she were to play them at a market, she would definitely win a standing ovation.

But this is a fantastical world where music can reflect people's emotions and does not lie.

Ghosts are even more so.

This piece of music did not have a sheet music; it was composed spontaneously by Nie Xiaoqian.

If you want to give her a name, just the character "倩" (Qian).

This piece was composed to convey similar feelings, but she felt no longing for love, only an unending sorrow.

This woman was proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She was a rare talent, but she died young and could not find peace. She was used by demons and became a tool for them to absorb the life essence of men.

She guarded her chastity for sixteen years while she was alive, but gave it to the man she met for the first time after her death.

It was still in the Mahavira Hall, which was blasphemous to gods and Buddhas.

Was it a human who harmed her? A demon? Or this chaotic world?

Will my final destination be hell?

He then gave a bitter laugh.

Her urn was clutched in her grandmother's hand. Either she would spend her whole life seducing men here, or her soul would be scattered to the winds. She didn't deserve to go to hell.

The music expressing longing lingered in the heart of the lake, splashing water droplets and creating ripples on the surface.

If she had possessed such power while she was alive, perhaps her family wouldn't have been destroyed.

"Miss Xiaoqian."

After a soft call, the wooden walkway creaked and groaned, blending into the music.

"Young Master Sheng."

Nie Xiaoqian stopped plucking the strings, pressed her palms against them, and looked at them with a complicated expression. "I should have told you the truth this morning."

"If you don't leave now, you will become food for demons."

Nie Xiaoqian was ultimately kind-hearted and had not yet been corrupted by the demonic abyss. At the last moment, she pulled back from the brink and chose to offer some words of advice.

It was precisely because of her final act of kindness that Sheng Wansong did not choose to abandon her, but instead decided to extend a helping hand to her.

"That tree spirit is waiting for me."

"I'm waiting for it too."

After yesterday's events, Yan Chixia planned to ambush the tree demon, and the tree demon already knew that Yan Chixia was waiting for it.

Both sides were extremely arrogant and wanted to avenge their previous defeats and annihilate the other.

"What are you standing there for?"

"Keep the music playing, keep dancing!"

登~

The music started again.

It's still "Qian".

The music was beautiful, but it also brought a sense of bewilderment and helplessness.

This time, Sheng Wansong did not disturb her and waited quietly for his grandmother to arrive.

A strange wind stirred, the wind chimes rang, and Yan Chixia let out a loud shout.

"Little girl, there's a protective barrier inside the palace. Stay inside and don't leave!"

"I'm going to exorcise the demon!"

Having said that, he leaped out of the main hall and followed the demonic aura.

An Lan has never been a docile person; she will not listen to anyone except her master.

She also walked out of the main hall and looked in the direction of the music.

"What a big fish!"

Sheng Wansong stood in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, looking at the water.

A dark shadow sped through the water, rushing towards this side.

"Young master, be careful! That's Grandma!"

Nie Xiaoqian instinctively called out to warn him, and the dark shadow in the water suddenly sprang to the surface, revealing itself to be a long, scarlet tongue.

It burrowed into Sheng Wansong's mouth.

"Miss Xiaoqian is fine, but I have no interest in an old woman's tongue."

Sheng Wansong took out a golden needle from his sleeve, which was a magic weapon given to him by Yan Chixia for self-defense.

The golden needle pierced the tip of the tongue, and immediately a bright blue light shone out. Gravity itself then pinned the long tongue to the floor of the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

The long tongue could not break free, but the pavilion was nothing more than rotten wood.

The long tongue whipped around wildly, instantly shattering the pavilion in the middle of the lake into pieces.

"Young Master!"

Nie Xiaoqian flung out her silk veil, wrapped it around Sheng Wansong's waist, and carried him to the shore.

She was still inexperienced and almost fell several times, but Sheng Wansong held her legs tightly to prevent her from falling into the water.

On the other side of the river, Grandma reverted to her true form, withdrew her long tongue, and angrily pulled out the golden needle and crushed it.

"You bitch! How dare you betray me!"

Nie Xiaoqian stubbornly shook her head, "Grandma, I have never submitted to you."

"snort!"

Grandma snorted angrily, "Once I've dealt with that pedantic scholar and that stinky Taoist priest, I'll have plenty of time to teach you a lesson!"

"I'd like to see who gets the better of whom!"

Yan Chixia's booming voice exploded like thunder, "Heaven and earth are boundless, the universe borrows its power, the evil-slaying formation, activate!"

In an instant, a great golden light shone forth.

A golden Bagua diagram emerged from the ground, surrounding Grandma.

Countless sword shadows rose from below, weakening Granny's demonic aura.

"The Xuanyuan Divine Sword, to exorcise demons and subdue monsters!"

Yan Chixia patted the sword box behind him, and the mouth of the sword box opened wide, from which countless flying swords flew out and stabbed towards Grandma.

The ground suddenly trembled violently, and a huge tongue, several people wide, rose up, blocking all the flying swords.

The Xuanyuan Divine Sword possessed divine power, unleashing a series of explosions that shattered the long tongue into pieces, which then merged back into one and fell into Yan Chixia's hands.

The Tree Demon Granny stood helplessly within the barrier, her arrogance palpable.

"The righteous path is one foot high, but the demonic path is ten feet high; the ultimate demonic realm!"

Its demonic energy manipulated the entire lake's flow, transforming it into towering waves.

Not to be outdone, Yan Chixia unleashed a sword strike, "Sword transforms into splitting light!"

The sword energy surged and cleaved the waves in two, with countless branches hidden within piercing through.

A human and a demon were engaged in a chaotic battle by the river, their momentum overwhelming and their power far surpassing that of martial arts masters.

Sheng Wansong and Nie Xiaoqian watched from across the river, marveling at the spectacle.

"Young master, you should leave now before the outcome is decided, in case Grandma wins."

Sheng Wansong smiled slightly, "I will take action."

As he spoke, he suddenly grabbed Xiaoqian's sleeve and pulled her to his side.

Several beams of evil light fell from where she had been standing, striking the ground.

The vengeful spirits followed closely behind.

"Nie Xiaoqian, you bitch, do you think that stinking Taoist priest will let us go after he wins?"

Sheng Wansong answered on behalf of Nie Xiaoqian: "You have harmed countless people, so of course Brother Yan will not let you off the hook."

Among the demons and monsters that came, the leader was none other than Xiaoqing, the female ghost who had once seduced Sheng Wansong.

Enemies meeting are bound to be furious, and it stretched out its long, blood-red claws and swung them at them.

"You filthy man! I'll tear you to pieces!"

Sheng Wansong remained unmoved, but Nie Xiaoqian gritted her teeth and resolved to stand in front of him.

Suddenly, a delicate shout rang out.

"Undercurrents are surging!"

An Lan emerged from the woods and struck the female ghost Xiao Qing with a palm.

Yan Chixia once said that ordinary martial artists could hardly harm demons and ghosts, and if they got close, they would be drained of their life force.

However, when An Lan struck, the result was exactly the opposite of what he had predicted.

As the palm strike passed, a huge hole exploded in Xiaoqing's chest. The dark power was like the demonic fire of the underworld, burning the female ghost to ashes. She didn't even have time to scream before her soul was scattered.

The remaining demons fled in panic, only to be chased down and killed one by one by An Lan, a little girl.

Demons danced wildly, and evil energy soared to the heavens.

Before Sheng Wansong could make a move, his primordial spirit tightly locked around his body, which was three zhang in circumference.

At this moment, Grandma once again unleashed her demonic magic: "May the evil spirits display their power, and may the cycle continue without end!"

In those chaotic times, even Heaven was unjust, and the monster actually summoned heavenly lightning to strike the person who was trying to exorcise it.

At that moment, Sheng Wansong also sensed the abnormality around him and burst into laughter, activating the Sacred Heart Technique at full speed.

When the golden dragon appeared, he grabbed it.

The Golden Dragon of the Emperor coiled between his palms, with the inner power of the Sacred Heart Technique and the power of his primordial spirit flowing into it, causing the Golden Dragon to grow longer in the wind, its divine power boundless.

Sensing that the golden dragon was now under his control, Sheng Wansong let out a loud shout.

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon! World-Honored Ksitigarbha! Mommy, Mommy, please!"

"Demon! Prepare to die!"