Chapter 96: Harmonization of Sound

  At this moment, Xi Yue Wu Yun was wearing only a light purple Taoist robe, with a white belt embroidered with pale purple gold edges hanging from his waist. Matching his absolutely beautiful appearance, he looked like an elegant and refined immortal, untainted by the mundane world's dust. His slender figure seemed to inspire fear in people for no reason.

  Middle-aged man Xiu ate a turtle in front of Wei Wuyu, his mood was already unhappy, but under the pressure of Wei Wuyu, he had no choice but to give up.

  He took a deep breath and saw that the middle-aged man's face was gloomy, re-gathering all the Taoist priests to deal with the eight "Buddha Gates" together.

  The Taoist in front of him had already activated the spiritual energy inside his dantian, and with a slight movement, he threw dozens of enhanced talismans at the defensive cover, after which he tightly grasped the icy cold hand that had appeared out of thin air.

  "Master..." Feng Li Xi looked at Xie Wu Dian with a surprised expression.

  "No matter what happens in a moment, I won't let go of your hand! Just stick close to me!" Xī Yuè Wǔ Yún didn't look at Fēng Lǐ Xī, but instead gazed calmly at the Daoist priests in front of him who were guarding the gate, his tone carrying an inexplicable determination.

  "Good!" Fengli replied with a clever tone and then fell silent, her anxious face gazing at the monks guarding the Eight Directions Buddha's Gate.

  As expected -

  When the eight masters joined forces and used their most skilled techniques to attack the "Eight Gates of Buddha", everyone realized that their strength was actually fragile and unable to withstand a single blow.

  The golden pressure that poured out from the "Buddha's Eight Gates" effortlessly broke through all the monks' techniques, and before they could even react, an even more powerful wave of pressure came crashing down on them like Mount Tai, tearing their physical bodies to shreds. In an instant, a thick, pungent smell of blood filled the air, making people feel nauseous.

  Feeling wave after wave of strong pressure surging in, smelling the nauseating smell like a bloody purgatory, Feng Li subconsciously closed her eyes, and the next moment, she only felt that her body was wrapped in a warm embrace.

  No need to open eyes, just snuggle in the warm embrace, nose filled with familiar cold fragrance, and know who is holding her in their arms.

  Quietly leaning in the arms of Xi Yue Wu Yun, the wind only heard that wave after wave of strong and fierce pressure crazily hitting the defensive cover that had been strengthened by Xi Yue Wu Yun countless times.

  "Bang, bang, bang..." The sound of the knocks was like a direct blow to her heart, making Feng Li feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

  Although the strengthened defense shield of Xī Yuè Wǔ Yú has enhanced its anti-pressure ability, however, facing that increasingly overwhelming pressure, even the strongest defense shield will eventually be unable to withstand it.

  It was as if the deafening pressure and pounding sound were in sync, causing the "hum" of the Buddhist chant to rise by several octaves without warning, making what was originally a harmonious sound suddenly ear-piercing, far exceeding the decibel limit that normal people could bear, leaving one on the verge of collapse.

  Before Fengri Xi could even think of covering her ears, someone had already stretched out their hand to cover them for her, embracing her tightly in a protective posture.

  But these piercing Buddha sounds did not let them off, even if they automatically covered their ears, those Buddha sounds still poured into the monks' minds impartially, trying to completely destroy their divine consciousness.

  Buddha's voice, Budda's voice, this damn Buddha's voice...

  Feng Li Xi, who had always been fond of vocal music on ordinary days, felt a sense of disgust towards sound for the first time.

  Just then, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and Feng Rixi's eyes lit up with understanding.

  Finally having a clue, Fengli Xi didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately took out a crystal blue vertical piano from his storage ring without thinking.

  "What are you going to do?" Suddenly, Xi Yue's hand grasped Feng Rixi's wrist, a complex emotion flashing across her face before returning to calmness.

  "Master, I've found a way to break through!" Xiang'er said with a smile, her voice filled with excitement.

  "If you want to use Le Xi's cultivation, I won't allow it as your master!" Upon hearing this, Xie Wu Yan's originally pale purple eyes suddenly darkened, and an inexplicable ripple appeared in them.

  "Master, circumstances always force us to make some choices! We were forced into marriage back then, and today's unauthorized use of the Sound Attack to break through the 'Buddha's Eight Gates' is no exception!" A faint shake of the head, and a soft, ethereal voice responded in time, "Since we can't resist, we can only accept it calmly, right?"

  "Believe me! It's not time for you to make such a decision!" Xie Youwu continued in a low voice, "Leave this matter to your master to handle!" His voice was clear and shallow, but every word was like a pearl, leaving no room for refusal.

  Once Feng Ri Xi shows off Le Xiu's cultivation in front of everyone, it may give some shameless people a chance to slander her as 'abandoning the Tao and following demons', using this matter to spread rumors and cause unnecessary trouble later on.

  Xie Yu cannot tolerate such a thing happening, so no matter what, she must stop Feng Li Xi from being foolish.

  At the words, Fengli Xi shook his head slightly, turned around and grasped the hand of Xie Wan that was on her shoulder, smiled softly, then tiptoed forward, her bright red lips lightly touching his earlobe, whispering in his ear, "Master, you have been separated from the Sea of Consciousness for hundreds of years, suffering immense pain... this time, let Ling'er protect Master!"

  With her understanding of Xie Wu Yu, she believed that he must have a way to break through the "Buddha's Eight Gates". Not to mention that Xie Wu Yu had strong abilities, let alone the fact that he also possessed the protagonist's halo.

  However, having lost a large part of his spiritual sea, Xie Wu Yan originally had to endure the extraordinary pain of his spiritual sea being torn apart every day. If he were forced to perform the technique again, it would only intensify his suffering.

  At this moment, Xi Mo felt an inexplicable urge in the wind, she just wanted to do something for the extraordinary man in front of her.

  After finishing speaking, Fengri Xi's entire demeanor suddenly changed.

  She only saw her gently kneel on the ground, lightly lift her jade arm, and the long cloud sleeve turned up, revealing slender white fingers, slowly and gently plucking the strings of the zither. The sound flowed like clouds and water, revealing a subtle charm, very smooth. Before long, she heard the gentle, low-pitched zither sound flowing endlessly from the tips of her fingers...

  The sound of the harp, though not loud, is round and smooth, making people feel relaxed. Under the foil of this harsh Buddhist sound, it does not appear weak, and with the "humming" high-pitched Buddhist sound constantly invading the monks' minds, the gentle harp sound is like a clear spring, tightly attached to the Buddhist sound like entwined tree vines, wrapping around it, neither being assimilated nor destroyed.

  Suddenly, Feng Li Xi's originally gentle eyes became sharp in an instant, and the speed of her fingers plucking the strings also accelerated several times. The originally calm and clear piano sound suddenly rose by several octaves, the tone changing from relaxed and refreshing to increasingly high-pitched and stern, like a raging storm, mournful and intense, as if crying out in sorrow. Feng Li Xi's ten fingers moved rapidly and ceaselessly on the fine strings, creating layer upon layer of illusions, making it impossible for people to discern reality.

  At this moment, Fengli Xi suddenly used his ten fingers to pluck the delicate strings of the zither towards the direction of "Buddha's Eight Gates". Then he lightly loosened and opened the strings. Suddenly, the originally colorless, tasteless, shapeless, and quantity-less musical notes turned into white solid entities, constantly popping out from Fengli Xi's zither strings. In an instant, those solid entities seemed to transform into infinite layers of shadows, layer upon layer, attacking the eight "Buddha's Eight Gates".

  When that entity's sound wave encountered the ear-piercing "hum...", it was like a thousand years of ice and snow meeting a raging flame, disappearing with a continuous "hiss, hiss, hiss..." sound. In the end, the ear-piercing hum disappeared without a trace amidst the "hiss, hiss, hiss..." sounds.

  As the ear-piercing Buddha sound disappeared, the monks who had just been suppressed felt much more relaxed. They all looked at the woman who was still kneeling on the ground and quietly playing the guqin.

  Looking at the substantial sound scales that kept overflowing from the fingertips in the wind, some seasoned and knowledgeable cultivators couldn't help but take a cold breath.

  Throughout history, cultivators who choose to ascend through music are extremely rare. Those who can transform the intangible music into tangible sound stages are even more scarce.

  So far, only a few people have really seen that Youle Xiu can play out substantial sound levels. They know "substantial sound levels" just because they have seen them in some ancient books handed down from the past.

  Although they had never seen Le Xi's moves, the knowledgeable and experienced Xian Da Neng also understood that in order to make the intangible sound symbols take shape, their cultivation must be far above these people.

  Nowadays, apart from some demon cultivators and monster cultivators who choose to ascend through music cultivation, among the orthodox immortal cultivators, those who choose music cultivation are almost extinct. How did this woman cultivate?!

  In the midst of the crowd's complex gaze, Fengli Xi slowly pulled out the strings on his lute, playing a series of "materialized sound scales" that shot straight towards the eight "Buddha Gates". As soon as they hit the gates, the "materialized sound scales" seemed to have their own consciousness, gathering together and weaving into eight thin nets emitting silver-white light, covering the Buddha Gates and sealing them tightly shut.

  The golden light in the "Buddha's Eight Gates" was also unwilling to show weakness, and it rushed out rapidly like a flood or a fierce beast, churning and rolling. However, as soon as it came into contact with the thin net woven from the "Physical Tone Scale", the silver-white net would flash with silver-white light, strongly suppressing the turbulent waves inside.

  Author's note: PS: The subtitle of this chapter is: Xi Xi's heart aches for her own man! Hehe...

  Here is a picture of the 22-string emerald green Irish lap harp I usually play, this is the original model played by XiXi, for reference only!