Douluo: When the piano sounds, the hidden weapon returns to the factory

Chapter 58 Earthly Sounds
Feng Yao's lips curled into a faint smile as his gaze slowly swept over the Shrek Academy students: "What? The pride of the three great sects would fear a commoner like me?"

His tone was casual, yet every word was piercing. Tang San's face instantly darkened, and the purple aura within his Purple Demon Eyes surged violently; Yu Tianheng clenched his fists, and lightning uncontrollably erupted from his body, exploding into tiny arcs of electricity on the ground. Even Ning Rongrong couldn't help but frown.

These words, though seemingly casual, actually struck at the heart of the matter. Feng Yao understood all too well the mentality of the sect's disciples—the martial spirit was not only the foundation of their sect, but also the basis of their pride.

If we choose to retreat now, we will not only damage our personal reputation, but also the century-old reputation of our sect.

The Shrek Academy members were struggling internally at this moment. Feng Yao gently stroked the strings of his zither, a faint smile playing on his lips. This was more effective than any provocation—when the honor of the sect was placed on the scales, these proud heirs had no way out.

In the VIP section, Ning Fengzhi's scepter paused slightly. They all understood that Feng Yao's move had forced Shrek Academy into a situation where they had no choice but to respond.

"Little San, accept his challenge!" Dai Mubai's eyes widened, his voice ringing out, "With the seven of us working together, how could we possibly fail to withstand a single move from him?"

Lightning crackled around Yu Tianheng as he said in a deep voice, "This is not only a matter of personal honor and disgrace, but also of the dignity of our sect."

Tang San's gaze swept over each of his teammates—Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing nodded slightly, Xiao Wu clenched her fists, Ning Rongrong and Oscar nodded vigorously, and Yu Tianheng was surrounded by crackling lightning. Each of them had an indomitable fighting spirit burning in their eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Tang San turned to face Feng Yao, his Purple Demon Eyes blazing with purple light: "Alright! We'll experience Brother Feng's superior skills!"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word carried immense weight, echoing before Mount Papal. This was not just a battle for victory, but a battle for the glory of the Clear Sky Hammer, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex—martial spirits passed down for millennia!

A hint of surprise flashed in Feng Yao's eyes, then he smiled and waved to his teammates, "In that case, you may all step back."

“Xiao Feng.” Dugu Yan hesitated, her eyes filled with worry.

Feng Yao smiled gently at him: "It's alright. Even in a normal battle, you won't have many opportunities to make a move." His tone was relaxed, but it sent a chill down everyone's spine.

The members of the Royal Fighting Team also showed expressions of helplessness.

"Don't worry," Feng Yao said softly, his fingertips gently stroking the strings.

After exchanging glances for a moment, the members of Huang Dou slowly retreated to the sidelines at Feng Yao's signal. Before leaving, Dugu Yan turned back and glared at Feng Yao, only to see that he had already suppressed his smile, his slender fingers lightly tracing the strings of the zither, and his entire demeanor suddenly changed, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

Feng Yao sat cross-legged calmly, his fingertips lightly plucking the strings of his zither, and a clear, melodious sound immediately filled the air. This sudden sound made the Shrek Academy members tense up. Yu Tianheng instantly entered his Martial Soul Possession state, and Tang San's Purple Demon Eye shone brightly with purple light.

"Why are you all so nervous?" Feng Yao chuckled and shook his head, his fingers pressing down on the trembling strings. "The competition hasn't even started yet."

This scene caused the members of the Spirit Hall team watching the battle to turn grim. At this moment, they truly realized that they had underestimated their opponents and had actually lost to a group of frightened birds.

The Temple Knights exchanged mocking glances, and some even whispered among themselves using their soul power to transmit their thoughts.

The expressions and subtle tremors of the crowd were like invisible poison needles, making the Shrek Academy members' faces grow increasingly grim.

As time passed, the fifteen minutes of preparation time flew by. The cardinal referee rose solemnly, his deep voice, amplified by his soul power, resounding throughout the arena: "The Grand Finals of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament—officially begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the entire arena instantly became extremely tense.

Feng Yao remained seated motionless, only his fingertips trembled slightly on the strings; while the seven Shrek students opposite him instantly formed a battle formation.

At this moment, everyone's heartbeat quickened involuntarily. In the VIP seats, Bibi Dong leaned forward slightly; Ning Fengzhi's scepter stopped moving; even the usually composed Sword Douluo Chen Xin involuntarily gripped his sword hilt.

The Shrek Academy members stared intently at Feng Yao, who was sitting in the meditation area, as if facing a formidable enemy. Every nerve in their bodies was taut to the limit. Dai Mubai's tiger claws gleamed with cold light, while Tang San's Purple Demon Eyes were filled with a chilling purple aura.

Feng Yao, however, seemed oblivious, his eyes slightly closed, his slender fingers lightly pressing the strings of his zither. His spiritual power spread out like ripples, taking in every whisper of wind and the trajectory of every falling leaf on Papal Mountain. Even the crisp sound of the armor of the distant Temple Knights clashing was clearly discernible in his mind.

"The greatest sound is silent, the greatest form is formless," Feng Yao suddenly spoke, his voice ethereal as if it came from beyond the heavens. "You have all witnessed the wonders of human music." He slowly opened his eyes, his pupils seemingly swirling with starlight. "And this next move, even I myself find it difficult to control its power."

"The Tao Te Ching?!"

Tang San's heart was in turmoil, and the purple aura within his Purple Demon Eyes fluctuated violently. As a practitioner of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, Tang San had also learned about some Taoist classics.

"Could it be that he also..." Tang San stared intently at Feng Yao's extraordinary demeanor, and a startling guess exploded in his mind.

Soon, Tang San sensed that Feng Yao's breathing rhythm and even the aura flowing around his body all revealed traces of authentic Taoist techniques.

The artistic conception displayed by Feng Yao at this moment was surprisingly similar to that of the Xuan Tian Gong. Tang San's hand unconsciously tightened around the Haotian Hammer, his knuckles turning white from the force—if his opponent was truly as he suspected, then the significance of this duel would go far beyond the simple matter of winning or losing a match.

"Playing tricks!" Yu Tianheng sneered, his body crackling with lightning.

These words jolted Tang San awake. He took a deep breath to suppress his surprise and doubt: "Focus on the match at hand first, we can discuss other matters later." But the passage from Zhuangzi's "Discourse on the Equality of Things" still involuntarily surfaced in his mind—the sounds of man, earth, and heaven, the sounds of the three realms.
"If human music is the sound of stringed instruments, then what he's about to unleash is..." This thought was abruptly cut off by Tang San. "No, that's absolutely impossible! Earthly and celestial music are the sounds of heaven and earth; how could human power create them?"

"Everyone, don't be careless!" Tang San shouted in a deep voice, his Purple Demon Eyes locking onto Feng Yao's every move. He had originally thought that the name Fuxi was just a coincidence or a homonym.

Upon hearing this, Dai Mubai immediately assumed a defensive stance, and the White Tiger Protective Barrier instantly unfolded; even the most carefree Xiao Wu tensed up, ready to teleport at any moment.

Feng Yao closed his eyes and slowly stroked the strings of his zither. This seemingly gentle action sent a jolt through the hearts of the Shrek Academy members. In an instant, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hand burst forth with dazzling light, and three beams of amplification struck Dai Mubai without hesitation; Oscar swiftly threw out several recovery sausages, shooting them straight at the White Tiger Soul Master at the forefront of the group.

This scene drew the attention of everyone from the Spirit Hall watching, and many of the guards couldn't help but mutter curses under their breath:

"Seven against one, taking one hit, and still needing an amplification?"

"They've completely disgraced the three upper sects!" In the VIP section, Chen Xin frowned, while Gu Rong coughed awkwardly. The two titled Douluo glanced at Ning Fengzhi in unison, only to see that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School Master's expression remained unchanged, though he couldn't help but clench his scepter tightly.

"You damned bastard, do you think these little kids can hold out?" Gu Rong's hoarse voice echoed in Chen Xin's mind, his tone unusually solemn.

Chen Xin's gaze was like a sword, fixed on Feng Yao's two last two soul rings that were gradually lighting up in the arena: "Hard to say. That kid hasn't shown the power of those last two rings yet." His fingers unconsciously stroked the hilt of the Seven Kill Sword, "If he were to unleash his full power, it would probably be a killing move comparable to a Soul Emperor."

Feng Yao suddenly opened his eyes, and four spirit rings instantly appeared around his body, shining brightly. However, the next moment, his actions caused an uproar among the crowd—the four spirit rings, under Feng Yao's exquisite control, spun rapidly, eventually overlapping and seemingly merging into a dazzling halo!

"Merge ring!"

Bibi Dong abruptly stood up, the jewels on her scepter flashing with dazzling light. Even the well-traveled pope could not hide his shock, his voice trembling with an unusual intensity.

In the VIP section, Ning Fengzhi's expression changed drastically, and the scepter in his hand began to dampen. His anxious gaze swept towards the Sword Bone Douluo beside him, and the two nodded in understanding. Chen Xin's fingers were already on the hilt of the Seven Kill Sword, and Gu Rong's black robes fluttered without wind—the two Title Douluos were simultaneously ready to provide assistance.

"Is this kid trying to wipe them all out? This is going to be a big problem," Dugu Bo muttered, his snake-like eyes shrinking to slits.

Feng Yao's black hair flew wildly, and the merged spirit rings around him swirled with a dreamlike halo. With each rotation of the halo, the air on Pope Mountain grew heavier. The Shrek Seven Devils seemed to be nailed to the spot by an invisible force, making even the slightest movement incredibly difficult.

At this moment, the dense soul power in the arena surged wildly under the amplification skill, and Feng Yao's aura rose at an astonishing rate. The Shrek Academy members were horrified to discover that the oppressive force was approaching, or even surpassing, that of the academy's instructors!
"High-level Soul Emperor."

Tang San's pupils contracted sharply, and the purple aura within his Purple Demon Eyes swirled wildly. This realization sent a chill down his spine—the strength displayed by this peer before him had completely exceeded their understanding of the younger generation.

Dai Mubai unconsciously activated his White Tiger Vajra Transformation at full power, and even Xiao Wu, who was usually fearless, tensed up with her pink rabbit ears standing up. Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda shone brightly, but it still couldn't dispel the oppressive feeling in everyone's hearts.

In the VIP section, Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword already appeared in his hand, while Gu Rong's figure had vanished from the VIP area. Everyone realized that the next attack would likely transcend the scope of the match.

As his soul power continued to rise, Feng Yao's eyes closed slightly, his whole being immersed in perceiving the world around him. The sound of the wind, the sound of breathing, and even the trajectory of falling leaves in the distance were all clearly visible in his spiritual world.

Suddenly, his brow twitched slightly—amidst the complexities of his senses, he detected the most primal pulse of the universe. It was a mysterious and profound rhythm, as if the entire world was trembling gently to some invisible beat.

"This is.?"

On the high platform, Chen Xin's expression changed drastically. The Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul in his hand began to hum uncontrollably, and this unprecedented resonance horrified even this titled Douluo at the peak of swordsmanship.

Almost simultaneously, the eyes of all the Title Douluos trembled to varying degrees, their expressions filled with disbelief.

Before the Papal Palace, Feng Yao's black hair moved without wind, and the fused soul rings shone with unprecedented brilliance. At this moment, he seemed no longer a mere soul master, but had become a part of the voice of heaven and earth.

"You worthless wretch, remember to save people later." Chen Xin's solemn voice echoed in Gu Rong's mind, the Seven Kill Sword already poised to strike. Gu Rong, who had already merged into the void, nodded silently, the joints beneath his black robe making a slight cracking sound, his whole body like a taut bowstring.

"What exactly is this kid trying to do? Will he cause a death?" Yue Guan's voice transmission was unusually tense.

The ghostly figure in black robes stirred slightly, and a hoarse voice replied, "With His Holiness the Pope here, what trouble could possibly arise? Do you think those old guys on the mountain are just for show? They must have sensed it too." His deep eyes were fixed on the arena. "I just didn't expect that a mere Soul King could trigger a resonance between heaven and earth."

At this moment, Feng Yao seemed to be in another dimension. In his perception, the rustling of the wind through the treetops, the whistling sound of it passing through the holes in the palace, and even the subtle rustling of it brushing against the cracks in the stone, all transformed into clear ripples in his spiritual world. These natural rhythms intertwined and influenced each other.

“Found it.” Feng Yao’s lips curled slightly, and his fingertips trembled lightly on the strings. This subtle movement caused all the Title Douluos to change color simultaneously—they sensed a strange power amplifying throughout the entire Papal Mountain, forming a massive vortex centered on the black-haired youth!

Before he finished speaking, his fingertips lightly touched the strings. The air on the entire Papal Hill suddenly froze.

Everyone felt that some kind of power beyond cognition was awakening.

"A single string resonates across a hundred valleys, its echo lingering even in the deepest hell!"

Feng Yao uttered a clear shout, and his fingertips suddenly plucked the strings.

"Zheng——!"

A powerful, earth-shattering melody suddenly erupted, instantly resonating strongly throughout the entire space. Terrifying sound waves swept across the entire area like raging waves, and the Shrek Academy members felt as if ten thousand bells were ringing in their minds, causing them to feel dizzy and disoriented.

"boom!"

The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hand vanished instantly, turning into specks of light.

"puff!"

The phantoms of the martial spirits behind Yu Tianheng and Dai Mubai vanished with a deafening roar.

The Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand fell uncontrollably, turning into dark light and returning to his body the instant it touched the ground.

Faced with this terrifying sonic attack that resonated with the heavens and earth, the seven members of Shrek Academy were like candles flickering in the wind, unable to even maintain the most basic martial spirit.

Just as the sonic blade, unleashing a monstrous surge of energy, was about to engulf the seven people, a dark shadow suddenly appeared—

"Seventh Soul Skill: Bone Dragon True Form!"

With a furious roar from the ancient banyan tree, the colossal bone dragon's true form stood blocking the entire area, forcefully deflecting this earth-shattering attack. The shockwave from the collision sent the surrounding paladin knights flying several meters, and the entire Papal Mountain trembled!
(End of this chapter)