Chapter 82: Chapter 80: The Zither Sounds, the Man Arrives
In the pavilion.
Anxiety crept onto the faces of a few of the eight Alchemy Masters.
Just then, Wei Yanran stated firmly, "He will come."
’Though born of humble dust, my heart reaches for the heavens.’
’How could a man whose heart encompasses the heavens and the earth possibly care about such a minor event?’
In a neighboring pavilion.
The seven Sword Masters exchanged glances, sensing that something was amiss.
"Everyone, let’s be patient," Xie Baichuan said coolly, his voice calm and unhurried.
Where Wenhua City’s group was gathered.
Luo Haisheng’s brow furrowed in doubt. "Brother Wen, is this young man truly the Young Sword Sect?"
He began to suspect he had come all this way for nothing. ’Perhaps this Ning Jiang isn’t worthy of my attention after all.’
"Let’s wait a little longer. There’s no hurry," Wenhua City said.
"Anyone else might fail to show, but he most certainly will!" Liu Yuanlong declared with conviction.
In the Southwest Pavilion.
"My lady, if he doesn’t show up, we’re going to lose everything!"
Behind Yue Lianxi, her handmaiden Qiu Yue was frantic, pacing back and forth like an ant on a hot griddle.
For Yue Lianxi was the one behind the Yanyue Gambling House.
This time, Yue Lianxi had set the odds at a hundred to one for Ning Jiang to win first place, and she was the house backing the bet. If she lost, they wouldn’t just be ruined—they simply couldn’t afford to pay out such an amount.
The total wagers in Primordial Stones had already reached a staggering ten million!
As Yue Lianxi’s personal handmaiden, Qiu Yue simply couldn’t understand why her lady thought so highly of Ning Jiang.
"You silly girl," Yue Lianxi began, "you’re so impatient. Still too young to control your restless heart."
Yue Lianxi chuckled softly, her charm captivating. Her voice was so sweet and sultry it could make a man’s bones melt.
Her bewitching eyes swept over the entire scene. Hearing the surrounding murmurs of doubt, a disdainful smile touched her lips. "A pack of fools. They can recognize a man, but not Lingyun Wood."
As she spoke, she took out a Treasure Zither.
Qiu Yue’s eyes flew wide. To her astonishment, Yue Lianxi’s slender, jade-like fingers caressed the strings and gently plucked them.
The moment the first note sounded.
Instantly.
The world went still.
All whispers of doubt about Ning Jiang vanished without a trace.
Innumerable gazes turned toward Yue Lianxi.
The exquisite music flowed like a clear spring through the depths of every person’s heart, washing away their agitation.
Faces all around took on expressions of sheer bliss as everyone became lost in the melody.
Whether it was the Ten Great, the numerous Sword Masters, or even a top-tier figure like Wenhua City, all were listening in rapt silence.
In all of Luoyang, there was no one who didn’t know of Yue Lianxi’s music!
But for those present, the chance to hear her play came less than once a year.
Elsewhere.
Liu Shiyi gave a wry smile and set down the Guqin in her hands.
’Since Yue Lianxi is playing herself, there’s no need for me to go on stage.’
"SKREEEE!"
As if in answer to the exquisite melody, a long cry suddenly erupted from the distant horizon—a shriek that could pierce metal and shatter stone. It soared straight to the Nine Heavens, shaking heaven and earth.
Countless startled gazes whipped toward the source of the sound.
Atop a giant eagle stood a white-haired young man, his hands clasped behind his back.
He was strikingly handsome, his white hair flying wildly. The vast, dark sky and its brilliant stars seemed to form his cloak, a grand backdrop for his arrival.
By his side, a peerless beauty in purple stood quietly, accompanying him.
The fifteenth of the first month.
Night.
Brilliant moon and stars.
A zither’s song.
Ning Jiang, the White Head Sword Sect, arrived upon an eagle!
PS: This is a nice, long Chapter! It’s a bit late, but I put in the extra work to make it a thrilling read for everyone. What do you think of his grand entrance? Are you satisfied?
