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Chapter 42: Crushing Victory!
Chapter 42: Crushing Victory!
Whoosh!
As Scholar Yi Xian's words echoed, Wei Cang, Qingfeng, Ling Si, and the others were immediately stunned!
Enlightenment!
Another enlightenment!
And this time, it was the extremely difficult technique from the Four Divine Arts of Immortal Cultivation: the Art of the Immortal in the Painting!
"Impossible! How can this be?"
"Even ordinary calligraphy enlightenment takes up half the life of most geniuses."
"He's only been a disciple for two years, and he's not only enlightened in the Dance of Fish and Dragon, but also in the Art of the Immortal in the Painting?!!"
Qingfeng looked at Su Changqing with disbelief, muttering as if in a dream, "What kind of monster is this?"
Up above, Wei Cang was also stunned, staring blankly at Su Changqing.
He had thought Ling Si was a once-in-a-century genius in the Scholar path, achieving enlightenment in both painting and calligraphy in just four years.
But compared to Su Changqing, there was no comparison.
Two divine arts enlightenment—how could anyone, even someone much older, compare?
"This child..."
Wei Cang's lips trembled, "is even stronger than Qingchen was back then!"
...
"Senior Brother, is enlightenment really that difficult? Why do they all look so incredulous?"
Su Changqing looked at Shu Han with confusion.
He had never interacted with scholars outside of his teacher and senior brother.
Li Qingchen had already enlightened in all four arts, and Shu Han had achieved perfect 'intent' in all of them, including calligraphy enlightenment.
Since he had achieved enlightenment in a short time, he had the illusion that enlightenment was easy.
"Um..."
Shu Han wiped the sweat from his forehead and whispered, "Hey, they're just from small places, they haven't seen much. Enlightenment isn't a big deal."
Qingfeng, who was standing nearby, heard this and his eyes widened in shock.
Enlightenment in all four arts isn't a big deal?
Are all the disciples of the Immortal Scholar this strong?
"I see."
Su Changqing nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed for his earlier pride.
...
The crowd was abuzz with discussion, and Ling Si's eyes were even redder now.
It wasn't that she was unhappy with losing; it was the deep sense of injustice that hurt more.
Why did he have to be so strong and still bully others?
"I don't believe you can win in music and chess too! Can you really enlighten in all four arts?"
Ling Si wiped her tears, looked at Su Changqing with defiance, and picked up the Flowing Phoenix zither.
"I want to challenge you in music!"
With that, Ling Si sat cross-legged on the ground, her hands resting on the zither.
"Maybe..."
Seeing her on the verge of tears, Su Changqing felt awkward and suggested, "Maybe we shouldn't compete."
"No! Are you looking down on me?"
Ling Si glared at Su Changqing with red eyes and gritted her teeth, "I'm not that fragile. Show me your best!"
As she spoke, she plucked the zither strings, and the music flowed like a clear mountain stream, graceful and melodious.
The melody seemed to dance in the air, sometimes light and ethereal, sometimes passionate and intense.
It was clear that, at the 'technique' level, this music was already exceptional.
When the piece ended, even Wei Cang and Mo Lan couldn't find any faults.
However, Su Changqing was even more awkward. What was this music about?
It lacked depth and Dao essence, just good technique. Wasn't that the basics?
"Maybe..."
Su Changqing was hesitating, considering whether to give up and save face for his senior sister.
But at that moment, Li Qingchen, who had been watching calmly, spoke up:
"Don't hold back. Show your full strength and win beautifully."
"Fear of failure is not the worst thing; the worst is never seeing your opponent's true strength."
"Showing your true abilities is the greatest respect you can give to your senior sister."
Upon hearing this, Su Changqing’s expression turned serious, and he bowed, saying, "Disciple understands."
With that, Su Changqing took out the somewhat old wooden zither and sat cross-legged.
"Whoosh"
After taking a deep breath with his eyes closed, Su Changqing opened his eyes, and an overwhelming aura of slaughter materialized around him!
"Pling!"
As the zither’s melody began, a bone-chilling coldness instantly enveloped the entire realm.
A torrent of slaughter surged from the music, like the clash of golden spears and iron horses on the battlefield, like gods and demons dancing wildly in a cosmic battle!
Each note was like a sharp sword, gleaming with cold light and carrying a fierce killing intent.
The intense rhythm was like the thunderous beat of war drums, shaking the hearts of all who heard it.
Wei Cang, Mo Lan, and Yi Xian listened to the zither music, their faces filled with awe.
They were all too familiar with this melody.
Back then, Li Qingchen had sat atop the heavens, using this very tune to crush countless enemies, breaking their wills.
"Zither Slaughter: Ghostly Abyss, First Movement, Sweeping the Heavens!"
Wei Cang and the others fell silent, as if the heavy slaughter in the music had transported them back to the era of the Scholar Immortal.
Qingfeng and Ling Si, on the other hand, listened to the chilling melody, feeling as if countless sharp swords were pressing against their throats.
The zither slaughter at the Daoist level was something only Su Changqing, who currently had no cultivation, could perform. With even a trace of righteous qi, the area within a thousand meters would be filled with flying swords, sweeping the heavens clean!
At this point, no one cared about the outcome. Ling Si’s zither music might have been good, but compared to Su Changqing, it was like comparing the sky to the earth.
After a short while, Su Changqing’s piece came to an end, and the crowd remained speechless for a long time.
Only the young girl, who had just come of age, stubbornly lifted her head, her eyes red, and declared, "There’s still the chess match! Let’s go again!"
Ling Si was proud, but now, her pride was shattered. Tears welled in her eyes, but she held them back, refusing to let them fall.
She knew that her chances of winning the literary competition were slim, but she was not willing to give up!
For her, this competition might just be a minor setback in her long life.
But for her teacher, it was an insurmountable obstacle!
If she didn’t fight with everything she had, she would not be able to face her teacher’s four years of instruction!
"An excellent child."
Li Qingchen, seeing this, rarely praised her.
True to her nature as Wei Cang’s disciple, she was resilient, brave, and could accept defeat.
The one who was hit the hardest by this competition was clearly Ling Si.
Continuing the match would place an enormous burden on her.
But Li Qingchen understood that Ling Si was not doing this for herself.
"Disciple."
Wei Cang’s voice trembled as he called out, but before he could finish, Ling Si firmly declared:
"Teacher, let me fight for you one more time!"
Wei Cang’s fists clenched tightly, his eyes filled with a myriad of emotions.
The long-suppressed determination that Li Qingchen had kept in check was now showing signs of breaking free.
A faint but indomitable will, capable of shaking the heavens, began to seep out.
Li Qingchen’s pupils narrowed, and after a moment, he looked at Su Changqing and said slowly:
"In the next chess match, don’t hold back. Eliminate all the opponent’s pieces within fifty moves!"
With his senior brother on the verge of achieving Dao, he had to lend Wei Cang a hand!
Su Changqing, hearing this, knew his teacher was serious. Although he didn’t understand why he was so focused on the other side, he couldn’t disobey his teacher’s command!
"Sister Ling Si, I’m sorry."
Su Changqing took a deep breath, and the calm in his eyes suddenly turned fierce.
Even he had to take the match seriously to defeat the opponent within fifty moves.
As Su Changqing’s aura changed, the image of the simple, rustic young man from the village crumbled!
In its place!
Was the invincible belief of a Scholar Immortal, capable of looking down upon all directions!
(End of Chapter)
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