546: Chapter 546 Sound Glass!!

She wore a plain white dress, with light green zither patterns embroidered on the hem, simple yet elegant.

Her long hair was as black as ink, held up gently with a white jade hairpin, with a few strands of dark hair falling by her ears, swaying softly in the wind.

Her face was delicate and gentle, her skin fair as snow, and her features were exquisite without being ostentatious, with a calm and ethereal temperament between her brows.

In her arms, she held an ancient zither; its body was entirely pitch-black, and its strings were like silk, emitting a faint spiritual light.

“Yin Li, let's go. Don't spend all day being so detached from worldly desires.”

Huang Jiuli pulled Yin Li's hand, her voice carrying a hint of excitement.

“I'll take you to see something exciting. By seeing and experiencing more, your Dao of the Zither can then proceed smoothly.”

Hearing this, Yin Li shook her head helplessly and looked at the best friend beside her.

How could she not understand Huang Jiuli's personality?

She had simply had enough of Cultivating and wanted to watch some battles to relieve her boredom.

All that talk about ‘seeing and experiencing more so the Dao of the Zither can proceed smoothly’ was nothing more than an excuse.

She didn't refuse, because refusal was futile.

Even if she did refuse, she would be forcibly dragged along by Huang Jiuli.

Having grown up together, she knew her best friend all too well.

“Alright then.”

Yin Li said softly, her voice as gentle as the sound of a zither.

Hearing this, Huang Jiuli's face lit up with joy, and she pulled Yin Li toward the arena.

Both of them were Sixth-Rank Martial Artists in terms of strength, and they intended to watch battles between Sixth-Rank Martial Artists.

Just then, several people passed by, talking in low voices.

“I wonder if anyone can get an eight-win streak tonight and force Qin Yan to take action. As long as Qin Yan fights, I'll bet on him, even if the odds are 1.01!”

A burly Martial Artist said excitedly.

“I'll bet too! This Qin Yan is simply too powerful; he truly is a Special Grade Disciple of the Taixuan Holy Land's East Courtyard!” the person beside him echoed.

“Last time he fought, he insta-killed that Fifth-Rank Naga with an eight-win streak in just three moves. It was so clean and efficient!”

As they spoke, the group gradually walked away.

Hearing these words, Huang Jiuli's figure suddenly froze.

Qin Yan? A Special Grade Disciple of the Taixuan Holy Land?

Was it the Qin Yan she was thinking of?

The Qin Yan who had sat astride Ao Yuan on the Fighting Arena, stabbing him with a spear until he was covered in wounds?

“No, I have to go see!”

Huang Jiuli stopped in her tracks, turned to Yin Li beside her, and said, “Let's go to the Fifth-Rank Fighting Arena instead.”

Hearing this, Yin Li raised her eyebrows slightly. Seeing Huang Jiuli's enthusiastic look, she asked softly, “Do you know that Qin Yan?”

She had also heard the conversation of those people just now.

Her best friend had changed her mind from the Sixth-Rank Fighting Arena to the Fifth-Rank Fighting Arena immediately after hearing that name, Qin Yan.

Moreover, since both were East Courtyard Disciples of the Taixuan Holy Land, they might truly have some connection.

“If nothing unexpected happens, I suppose I do!”

Huang Jiuli said fiercely, her tone carrying a hint of gritted teeth.

Seeing Huang Jiuli like this, Yin Li was also surprised.

Why did her best friend look like she had suffered a loss?

In her impression, Huang Jiuli had always been proud and confident; when had she ever shown such an expression?

She became increasingly curious about what had happened between the two.

“Alright, I also want to see just how strong the Special Grade Disciple of your East Courtyard is.”

Yin Li said softly.

She was also a Special Grade Disciple of the Taixuan Holy Land, but she belonged to the West Courtyard!

She could take this opportunity to briefly observe the strength of an East Courtyard Special Grade Disciple.

“Let's go!”

Huang Jiuli pulled Yin Li as the two girls changed their course and headed toward the Fifth-Rank Fighting Arena.

...

With the arrival of night, the arena's curtain was raised.

Inside the massive arena, the lights were bright and the crowds were boisterous.

The spectator stands were packed, with tens of thousands of eyes focused on the center of the field.

The two egg-shaped beings, Dashing and Dashuai, still stood in the center, announcing one match after another with their humorous and passionate voices.

The challenge matches were proceeding in full swing.

One after another, match by match.

Some matches were brilliant and intense, some were one-sided, some were evenly matched, and some were soul-stirring.

In the spectator stands, Huang Jiuli boredly took out a Sixth Grade Spirit Pill to place a bet.

Winning or losing didn't matter; what she came here to see was Qin Yan's battle.

But after watching for so long, she hadn't seen a single formidable character.

The battles between those Fifth-Rank Martial Artists below were, in her eyes, simply like weaklings pecking at each other.

Those so-called ‘experts’ were not even worthy of carrying her shoes in her eyes.

“Jiuli, an interesting one has appeared.”

Yin Li suddenly spoke up from the side.

Hearing this, Huang Jiuli looked toward the field.

She saw lightning flashing in the arena, with blinding blue light illuminating the entire place!

A massive figure hovered in mid-air. It was a Thunder Eagle, with a wingspan several zhang wide, its body covered in blue-black feathers that crackled with fine arcs of electricity.

Its eyes were sharp as knives, its beak like an iron hook, and its claws like sharp swords, with thunder and lightning crackling all around it!

“Crack!”

A thick bolt of blue lightning descended from the sky, carrying a world-destroying power, and struck its opponent fiercely!

The opponent was a member of the Bearman Race, with a build as burly as a mountain, but before that lightning, he had no power to fight back at all.

In an instant, he was blasted into ashes, having no time even to let out a scream!

“It's actually someone from the Thunder Eagle Race. Now this is interesting.”

Huang Jiuli spoke with interest, a flash of excitement crossing her Phoenix eyes.

The Thunder Eagle Race naturally controlled lightning and possessed very powerful lightning talents.

Members of the tribe generally Cultivated lightning-attribute Cultivation Techniques, and their combat power was extremely strong.

This race was quite famous throughout the Myriad Realms and was recognized as a powerful race.

Of course, compared to her own race, there was still a huge gap.

After all, she was a noble Phoenix, a divine bird!

The Phoenix Race had a noble Bloodline and powerful talent, being one of the top races in the Myriad Realms.

No matter where they were, they were beings that people worshipped.

A Thunder Eagle, in her eyes, was merely ‘somewhat interesting.’

In the arena, the Prodigy of the Thunder Eagle Race—Lei Yu—had lightning raging around him, like a God of Thunder descending to the world.

Blue electrical arcs jumped on his body, crackling and illuminating the entire arena.

Every time his wings flapped, countless sparks of electricity fell.

One challenger after another ascended the Fighting Arena, and one after another fell under his lightning.

His lightning-attribute Cultivation Technique was overbearingly peerless, and combined with the Thunder Eagle Race's innate Bloodline, he was almost unstoppable.

Soon, Lei Yu achieved an eight-win streak.

In the spectator stands, the atmosphere had reached a fever pitch.

Tens of thousands of eyes were focused on that figure surrounded by lightning, as discussions, cheers, and shouts intertwined into one.

Just then, a youth wearing a black robe walked out from the tunnel.

The youth had a tall and straight figure, a gentle face, and a faint smile on his lips.

His aura was restrained, showing no sharpness, as if he were just an ordinary young man.

But when the Martial Artists in the arena saw the youth appear, they all cried out in surprise.

“It's Qin Yan again! Qin Yan has appeared!”

“I'm going to bet on Qin Yan! I'll bet even if the odds are low!”

“But Qin Yan's odds are only 1.1; you won't earn much even if he wins.”

“Bet! Betting on him is a guaranteed win!”