Chapter 849 - 852: Crown Prince Changqin

Just now chatting, Yang Tianzi and others realized that Wu Tian was not a musician at all and did not understand the path of music.

Therefore, when Wu Tian said those words, Yang Tianzi and the others were taken aback, almost fainting on the spot.

Senior, do you know what you’re saying?

Learning now?

Will learning now be of any use?

I’ve seen people clutching at straws, but I’ve never seen someone clutch at straws without any foundation whatsoever.

You must know, the three thousand paths, the eight hundred side doors, every profession, even the side doors, require day and night cultivation to achieve anything.

Musicians,

Especially combat musicians,

First, you need to know how to play zither, how to blow flute, right?

Even the most basic playing the zither and blowing the flute requires years of effort to master.

If you don’t have a foundation in music,

how would you know the skills of musicians?

Every combat musician must first learn the basics of music.

Ancestor of Blood Refinement, you want to learn now?

How long would that take?

If you have good talent,

it would still take a few months, wouldn’t it?

When realizing this, Yang Tianzi almost cried, would his daughter still be alive by then?

"Senior, is there no other idea?" Yang Tianzi couldn’t help but speak out,

Miaoshan and others nodded as well,

Ancestor of Blood Refinement, you are a senior, should know many people, right?

With your connections, you should be able to find a combat musician on the continent, right?

"Other paths? I think no path is faster than what I said." The Ancestor of Blood Refinement said seriously,

"What?"

Your sister!

Other paths, not faster than yours?

How could that be?

If you call someone over, they might arrive within a month,

But you? Starting to learn now, who knows when you will achieve anything?

"This is my decision, does anyone have an opinion?" Seeing the surrounding people doubting him, the Ancestor of Blood Refinement snorted.

"Then... then whatever you say, Senior." Yang Tianzi said with a bitter face,

Previously he thought this Ancestor of Blood Refinement was a high figure, knowledgeable in everything, a mentor in life, this kind of person. Anything unclear could be asked, and he knew it all.

But now they know, this is simply an illusion.

This Ancestor of Blood Refinement seems somewhat stubborn. He’s wrong,

Yet insists he is right.

But... Yang Tianzi is troubled, Senior, you can be stubborn any time,

But this concerns my daughter’s life.

Many smart people are on the continent.

But never heard of anyone without a foundation suddenly achieving something on one of the three thousand paths or eight hundred side doors.

But since the Ancestor of Blood Refinement decided this,

Who can say anything?

Thinking of this,

Yang Tianzi asked again: "I have some books on music in my study, Senior, do you want to see them?"

Master Li the Fortune Teller said: "Now if you start reading... sigh."

How long will it take to finish reading?

But the Ancestor of Blood Refinement smiled, under the bronze mask, the voice came out: "Wait for me a moment, I’ll be ready soon."

Wait a moment?

Is the Ancestor of Blood Refinement going to read now?

But the crowd saw that the Ancestor of Blood Refinement did not move a step.

"Senior, what are you doing?"

Disciples of the Sect, faces filled with bitterness, looking at this scene with perplexed and bemused expressions.

Yang Tianzi and others felt the same.

Because they all could see that the Ancestor of Blood Refinement seemed to be... dazed!!!!!!

Didn’t the Ancestor of Blood Refinement say he was going to start learning?

How come he’s dazed?

What kind of trick is this?

"Senior, Senior..." Miaoshan called out tentatively a few times but got no response.

"Senior is still extraordinary even when dazed." Master Li the Fortune Teller sighed.

"But no matter how extraordinary, being dazed is still being dazed." Yang Tianzi felt like crying, Ancestor of Blood Refinement is dazed, then what about his daughter?

... Unknown to them, Wu Tian was not dazed at all.

His Spiritual Sense had entered the Heavenly Emperor’s Treasure House inside the Nine Dragon Ring,

Here lies a mythological primordial world, on a place in Yao Mountain, Wu Tian remembered there was a stone tablet, upon it an ancient musical script left behind by Crown Prince Changqin.

The Classic of Mountains and Seas recorded that he was a son of Fire God Zhurong, legend has it that when he was born, he held a small qin in his arms, and all creation sang because of his birth. Thus began the musical winds. There were three Five-Colored Birds, one was Imperial Bird, one was Luan Bird, one was Phoenix Bird.

This was the name of the rides, also the name of his music pieces.

Even if Yang Tianzi’s music path books were read in full, even if one can deduce further understanding, it still wouldn’t help.

Learning in other places, Wu Tian knew his talent wasn’t in music, it would take quite some time to master,

But the skills within the Heavenly Emperor’s Treasure House were different, just a glance was enough to learn, of course, this was only entry level,

To reach the pinnacle, would rely on oneself to practice in the future.

Gazing at the stone tablet, Wu Tian looked at it slowly,

"This is my music legacy."

"Hope my music remains between heaven and earth forever."

The voice of Crown Prince Changqin remained on the stone tablet, and then, the densely packed words on the stone tablet started to move, transforming into tadpoles, drilling out of the stone tablet, floating in mid-air, then entered Wu Tian’s Spiritual Sense one by one.

The music Wu Tian learned at this moment was Crown Prince Changqin’s "Five-Colored Bird",

This thing, if others were to learn, even talented musicians would take years!

For Wu Tian, it was instant.

..... Wu Tian, in the eyes of Yang Tianzi and others, was still dazed.

"It’s over, it’s over, my Xiu’er... my poor Xiu’er." Yang Tianzi cried out in misery, thinking of his daughter being beyond saving,

If his wife came out of retreat, she would certainly follow the daughter.

His family, completely ruined.

"Sect Master, please be grief-stricken."

Sect disciples advised one after another.

Hoping Sect Master, prioritize the Sect.

"People have joy and sorrow, separation and reunion, these are words said by Wutian Celestial Emperor in the past, thinking of it now, there’s sense in it, you must control your grief." Master Li the Fortune Teller, Miaoshan comforted,

The Ancestor of Blood Refinement, not knowing how long he will be dazed,

Xiu’er, if continued to sleep like this, can she really survive?

These days not a sip of water nor a grain of rice taken, it’s unknown if she can make it through today.

Yang Tianzi’s eyes revealed pain and a desire for death.

Ancestor of Blood Refinement came, couldn’t solve the problem, remained stubborn in his opinion.

What about his daughter?

Thinking of this, Yang Tianzi immediately said: "Now, in the name of Sect Master, I appoint a successor."

"What?" Surrounding sect disciples were all shocked,

What is Yang Tianzi going to do?

Sect disciples had guessed.

Yang Tianzi wants to follow Xiu’er,

So, entrusting the Sect to another person,

Completing his last mission.

"Liu Qing, you are my eldest disciple, next, you inherit my position, may you be different from me, continue the legacy, creating new history for Willow Sect." Yang Tianzi said these words,

One disciple looked bewildered: "Sect Master, I’m afraid I’m not up to the task."

"Remember, you’re a man. A man, how can he say ’I can’t?’ ’I’m not up to it?’" Yang Tianzi coldly shouted, rarely showing his authority: "What do you say now, any questions?"

"No."

Liu Qing immediately said: "I’m willing to take up the duty of the Sect."

"Good." Yang Tianzi nodded, sighed in relief, said: "This way, I can retire with peace of mind."

At the same time, Wu Tian returned to reality.

"Now I can play zither to awaken Xiu’er." Wu Tian spoke.