Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar-Chapter 549 - 415: Hong Yuan, So Terrifying~

The night was cool and clear as water.

Within the Zhu Yin Palace, lights shone brightly, making it appear like a resplendent pearl from a distance. Accompanied by Ye Zhuyin, Hong Yuan walked with a smile, passing through the small bamboo grove and Wind-Piercing Hall, heading toward the inner palace pavilions.

Unlike Qiu Wuxi, who had long since set her heart on Lin Bu Jing, Ye Zhuyin’s Zhu Yin Palace had never before hosted a man. Hong Yuan was the very first!

At that moment, greeted by Ye Zhuyin, Hong Yuan sat down in a carved red chair. He quietly watched as she knelt before a low table and began to pluck the strings of an instrument.

"Is this what power feels like?" Hong Yuan lowered his gaze, looking gently at Ye Zhuyin. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

After a long moment, Hong Yuan shook his head slightly. No, this isn’t power, he thought. It’s absolute strength. And she needs something from me!

For a woman of Ye Zhuyin’s caliber, possessing both talent and beauty, ordinary people could not even dream of her personally playing music for them. Even just seeing her true face was a feat in itself, a testament to one’s own capabilities. The reason she looked upon Hong Yuan differently was simple: she hoped he would rise to the occasion in the upcoming war. She needed him to turn the tides and rescue her beloved Mystical Sound Sect from its dire straits.

PLUCK~

PLUCK, PLUCK, PLUCK~

With a gentle smile and a warm expression, Ye Zhuyin lightly stroked the strings. An exceedingly beautiful melody flowed from the huqin, making Hong Yuan feel as if he were immersed in the beauty of spring’s myriad revivals. And her clear, melodious voice sang out tune after tune, enchanting to the ear.

DRIP, DROP, DRIP, DROP...

Hong Yuan nodded in tune, clapping softly in approval.

After the music ceased, Ye Zhuyin bowed gracefully to Hong Yuan, retrieved a three-foot-long frost sword, and began her sword dance. The female disciples of the Mystical Sound Pavilion changed the music at the perfect moments to accompany Ye Zhuyin.

Her movements were as agile as a startled swan, as fluid as a dragon.

Ye Zhuyin’s sword winds were confined to the stage as she danced. Her every smile and frown were captivating, and Hong Yuan even glimpsed her voluptuous figure. Even by Hong Yuan’s standards, he had to admit that Ye Zhuyin truly possessed impressive skills!

"Impressive, impressive..." Hong Yuan openly applauded, showing his admiration for Ye Zhuyin’s performance.

In the midst of her performance, seeing Hong Yuan’s satisfied demeanor, Ye Zhuyin’s tension eased considerably. Phew, it seems I can rely on Hong Yuan to counter Lin Bu Jing and thereby reclaim the position of Mystical Sound Army Master for Wuxi, she thought, her delicate eyebrows arching. If Wuxi were to control the Mystical Sound Army again, then my Mystical Sound Sect would truly be on the verge of ruin.

In reality, there was no need for Ye Zhuyin to perform a sword dance on such a night purely dedicated to musical friendship. However, to show her regard for Hong Yuan, she resolutely chose to do so. She understood that once word got out that she had danced for Hong Yuan tonight, she would be seen as siding with him, foregoing her previous neutral and transcendent stance.

Yet, for the sake of her sect, she was willing to do it!

「In the dead of night.」

As the night deepened, the sky turned a dark grey. Standing by the grand doors of the palace, Ye Zhuyin gazed into the distance at Hong Yuan’s fading silhouette, ripples swirling in her eyes.

"He truly is the epitome of a peerless hero. How wonderful it would be if we could become husband and wife, Dao companions," Ye Zhuyin sighed softly, her tone tinged with melancholy.

Friendship through music. For cultivators of the Mystical Sound Sect, "friendship through music" was not merely about playing music casually. It also served as a form of mutual cultivation. Though not dual cultivation in the Dao of Yin and Yang, it was a way to verify each other’s Daoist methods.

Although this was Ye Zhuyin’s first time employing this secret method, she could clearly compare her experience to Qiu Wuxi’s. On this night, Ye Zhuyin fully experienced Hong Yuan’s strength, which felt as towering as a colossal mountain.

Over ten thousand Tao Marks of Water Tao before even achieving Sagehood—what kind of monster is he?!

「On the other side.」

The candle in Hong Yuan’s room suddenly brightened, illuminating the simple furnishings. Just a bed and a Taoist Mat; it was very plain.

Leaning against the wooden bed, reminiscing over the night’s gains, a slight smile tugged at Hong Yuan’s lips. He thought with joy: I have my designs on Ye Zhuyin, and she on me. We’re both scheming to use each other; no wonder things are progressing so smoothly. But Ye Zhuyin would never guess that I’m not after her body, but her junior sister—the Great Dream Seed, Shang Yaoqin. The Dream Tao Mystery, the Supreme Grandmaster Realm of Dream Tao... ah...

The importance of achieving the Supreme Grandmaster Realm of Dream Tao needed no further explanation. Therefore, Hong Yuan was quite satisfied with establishing a friendly relationship with Ye Zhuyin. At the very least, this trip out of the sect had secured a fundamental gain.

Of course, the most critical point was that Ye Zhuyin must not die on the battlefield. Otherwise, with her gone, the connection would turn cold, and it would be awkward for him to get too close to Shang Yaoqin!

「Three days later.」

Nearing noon, the sun climbed higher, its scorching heat searing the earth, adding a touch of irritability to the air.

On this day, the armies of the Daxuan Dynasty, as usual, relentlessly attacked the various commanderies of Yin Province under the Mystical Sound Sect, especially Le County, the sect’s main stronghold. Legions clad in iron armor marched out from the mountains, causing the earth to shake and mountains to sway, their presence imposing. The formations of these soldiers stretched for miles, their banners like a forest, their troops as numerous as ants.

Within their main camp were the Second Prince, Prince Tang Anmin; the Third Prince, Prince Tang Anyang; the Great General; and other renowned powerhouses of the Daxuan Dynasty. Each of them had a history of crushing Overlord Sects, their strength truly formidable.