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

Qian Renxue's gaze fell on the newly formed soul ring at Feng Yao's feet, her golden pupils slightly contracting—the surface of the pitch-black soul ring was actually flowing with a blood-red halo, like molten lava surging in the dark night, radiating a heart-palpitating fluctuation.

Her voice unconsciously softened, "This spirit ring is very special."

The spirit ring pulsed gently in response to her question, its blackish-red hue shifting unpredictably in the sunlight, with faint, intricate golden patterns flowing along its edges. Simply by looking at it, one could feel the immense life force it contained.

Feng Yao looked at his spirit ring and chuckled, "Nearly 100,000 years, but not exactly." He looked up at Qian Renxue, his eyes reflecting the glow of the spirit ring. "This spirit ring," he explained slowly, "is based on the Blue Silver Emperor spirit bone, formed by condensing the faith power of the entire forest of Blue Silver Grass." The spirit ring trembled gently as he spoke, the golden patterns on its edges flickering. "The most wonderful thing is that its age increases as my strength grows."

Excitement gleamed in Feng Yao's eyes: "Given time, breaking through the 100,000-year barrier will be no difficult task."

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's golden eyes widened suddenly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. A spirit ring that can evolve? Such a wondrous thing was never recorded even in the Spirit Hall's archives!

"Wait." She suddenly grabbed Feng Yao's wrist. "Where is that 100,000-year-old soul bone?" Her voice was filled with disbelief and urgency.

Feng Yao smiled and spread his arms, a blue-gold aura flowing around him: "It's already fused with my bloodline." He pointed to his seventh spirit ring, "Not only has it freed up a new spirit bone slot, but its characteristics have also been perfectly inherited here."

Qian Renxue's red lips parted slightly, but she was speechless for a moment. This wicked fellow had actually received such a great fortune without saying a word!

"Snap out of it~" Feng Yao waved his hand in front of her eyes, then suddenly leaned close to her ear, "What? Is Madam so happy she's gone mad?" His warm breath brushed against her instantly reddened ear tips.

Qian Renxue rolled her eyes at him, annoyed, and said softly, "You lucky bastard."

Feng Yao wasn't offended. Instead, he leaned closer mysteriously and asked, "Want to broaden your horizons?" A wisp of blue-gold soul power danced at his fingertips, tracing a mysterious path in the air.

"Besides the Martial Soul True Body and the original Soul Bone skills," Qian Renxue pursed her lips, but her golden eyes gleamed with curiosity, "what other tricks can you come up with?"

Feng Yao smiled slightly and gently plucked the strings of the Fuxi Qin. Instantly, an invisible wave rippled outwards from him.

Qian Renxue's pupils constricted sharply, and her soul power unconsciously began to circulate—this oppressive feeling was clearly...
“A talent domain?!” Her voice trembled with disbelief.

Amidst the lingering sound of the zither, Feng Yao nodded with a smile. Most remarkably, Qian Renxue clearly felt her soul power being gently suppressed by nearly thirty percent within this area.

Qian Renxue relaxed her mind and did not resist, letting the power of the domain envelop her. She carefully felt it, and suddenly, she felt as if the world had stopped—falling leaves were suspended in mid-air, swaying blue silver grass was frozen into a sculpture, and even the sound of her own heartbeat disappeared.

Most terrifyingly, she discovered that the soul power within her body was like a frozen river, unresponsive no matter how she tried to activate it. She tried to call out Feng Yao's name, but couldn't even hear her own voice. In this absolute silence, only fear grew wildly.

Just as she was about to use her mental power to activate the Angelic Domain in retaliation, a clear and melodious melody pierced the deathly silence. Like spring water thawing, all things reviving, and the stagnant world began to turn again. She gasped for breath, only then realizing that her back was soaked with sweat.

"This is..." Her voice trembled slightly.

Feng Yao gently stroked the strings of his zither, a hint of apology flashing in his eyes: "I'm sorry, Xue'er."

Qian Renxue's golden eyes trembled slightly, and her slender white fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes: "This is your domain ability?" Her voice carried a rare wavering, and the sense of powerlessness she felt just now, where even her soul power was frozen, was something she had never experienced even when facing a Title Douluo.

Feng Yao lightly stroked the strings, producing a faint blue melody, and shook his head slightly: "Not entirely. Within my domain," a mysterious light flickered in his eyes, "only I can perceive and control sound." The strings vibrated slightly, and several Blue Silver Grasses around him unfurled in response. "If one doesn't resist the moment the domain unfolds, even a powerhouse like Xue'er wouldn't be able to communicate her inner soul power and summon her martial soul."

Qian Renxue conjured a wisp of true solar fire at her fingertips, the flame noticeably dimming within her domain. Her golden eyes gleamed with inquisitive light: "Thirty percent soul power suppression, plus that strange control..." The true fire shifted shape in her palm. "What other secrets does your domain hold?"

Feng Yao lightly stroked the strings of his zither, and a blue-gold sound pattern rippled through the air: "I name this domain—Heavenly Sound." As he spoke, the surrounding sounds suddenly became near and far, as if one were in a strange echo chamber.

“Here,” he tapped his finger lightly, and Qian Renxue suddenly realized that the rustling sound of her clothes had disappeared. “Due to the awakened power of my bloodline, my perception of my surroundings has become stronger. With this extremely strong perception ability, I have the ability to perceive all sounds.”

"In my domain, I can use it to manipulate the frequency, amplitude, and direction of sound at will. External sounds can be completely isolated or distorted." The soft sound of a leaf falling to the ground was transformed into a thunderous roar under his control.

The strings vibrated slightly, and Qian Renxue was startled to find her heartbeat amplified several times over, its rhythm changing with the music. A mysterious light gleamed in Feng Yao's eyes: "Whether it's the hum of flowing soul power, or the rhythm of nature..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly snapped his fingers. In an instant, all sounds within the domain fell silent, except for the clear, melodious notes of the Fuxi Qin flowing among the Blue Silver Grass. The Blue Silver Emperor's leaves froze in mid-air, as if even it was stunned by this absolute silence.

Qian Renxue's golden pupils contracted slightly: "So... you can directly interfere with a Soul Master's perception by manipulating sound wave frequencies?" Her voice trembled with disbelief, "Making a Soul Master lose control of their body and even their Martial Soul?"

Feng Yao's fingertips glided across the strings, creating a series of ripple-like musical patterns: "Clever." He suddenly lowered his voice, "However, this is only one application. I can also amplify my music with the power of my domain, and even control people's emotions by manipulating their senses and using the music. Specific applications still need to be developed."

Qian Renxue lightly tapped her temple with her jade-like finger, a flash of understanding appearing in her golden eyes: "So, to break through this domain, one must forcefully break through with mental power?"

A ripple of admiration immediately appeared in Feng Yao's eyes. He reached out and gently stroked Qian Renxue's hair, lifting a few strands that shimmered with golden light. "My Xue'er is indeed incredibly intelligent." He lightly touched her brow with his fingertip. "Since my domain is based on the ability to perceive all sounds, powerful spiritual energy is naturally the foundation of everything."

Qian Renxue stared at Feng Yao's profile, her golden eyes swirling with unspoken tension. She silently rehearsed the battle scenario—if she were caught off guard and fell into the Heavenly Sound Domain, even a peak Soul Saint like herself would likely face defeat against Feng Yao.

What's even more terrifying is that, given Feng Yao's fighting style, he won't give his opponent a chance to breathe. The advantage brought by those high-level spirit rings is like an insurmountable chasm in front of his opponent. And his second spirit, with its nine unattached spirit rings, means that Feng Yao still has enormous room for growth in every aspect.
Qian Renxue's gaze fell on the black-and-red soul ring at Feng Yao's feet, her fingers unconsciously clenching her sleeves. Even the figure she was chasing, in terms of future strength on paper, would probably...
“Perhaps…” her voice was as soft as a sigh, “only by reaching the divine level of our ancestors can one truly suppress a monster like you.” Feng Yao sensed the disappointment in Qian Renxue’s heart and gently pulled her into his arms. His long, slender fingers lightly smoothed her slightly disheveled golden hair as he whispered, “Xue’er, you don’t need to put too much pressure on yourself.” His voice held an unprecedented seriousness. “I hope to become someone you can rely on with peace of mind.”

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Qian Renxue's ears instantly flushed red when her thoughts were exposed, and she lightly punched his chest twice with her fist. The force was less like anger and more like a playful tantrum.

Feng Yao smiled and grasped her small fist, his gaze sweeping over the swaying blue silver grass around them: "If this continues, we're afraid we'll be surrounded."

Qian Renxue then realized that all the blue silver grass in the entire forest was tilting slightly in their direction, as if curiously peering in. She immediately buried her face in Feng Yao's shoulder, blushing alluringly, even her neck turning pink: "It's all your fault!"

Feng Yao turned to look at the towering Blue Silver King, its trunk swaying gently in the breeze, its golden veins radiating an ancient and majestic aura. "This harvest has been abundant; I shall fulfill my promise." He slightly cupped his hands. "Would you be willing to accompany me, senior? That treasure trove is located in a gathering area of ​​soul beasts near Heaven Dou City."

The Blue Silver King's vines suddenly straightened, and his voice boomed like an ancient bell: "Wherever the King is, this old servant will follow."

"A clan migration?" Feng Yao frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping across the boundless blue-silver grasslands around him. "Could this be..."

Before he could finish speaking, the gentle voice of the Blue Silver Emperor resonated in his heart: "No need to worry." Suddenly, countless Blue Silver Grasses moved without wind, instantly disappearing into the form of ordinary wild grasses. "The Blue Silver Clan's greatest skill lies in coexisting with the forest."

Qian Renxue was surprised to find that the Blue Silver King, which had been shining brightly just moments before, had now completely blended into its surroundings. If one had not seen it with their own eyes, they would have been completely unaware of it.

Upon hearing this, Feng Yao suddenly realized, and the scene of Tang San awakening the Blue Silver Domain in the original novel appeared in his mind—that seemingly ordinary Blue Silver Grass was indeed the most perfect disguise in the forest.

“In that case,” he said, his fingertips lightly tracing the strings of the Fuxi Qin, “let us set off immediately.”

Suddenly, the Blue Silver King in Qian Renxue's arms burst forth with dazzling golden light, causing the Blue Silver Grass throughout the forest to sway gently, as if performing some solemn farewell ceremony. The Blue Silver King's trunk bent slightly, and its ancient vines cast dappled shadows on the ground.

Feng Yao was wondering how this vast blue silver sea of ​​grass would migrate, but the scene before him made his pupils shrink slightly.

The entire forest suddenly began to undulate as if alive, and countless spiritual fluctuations of Blue Silver Grass intertwined in the air to form an invisible giant net. Under the influence of this spiritual network, each Blue Silver Grass began to establish a symbiotic connection with the surrounding trees.

"This is..." Qian Renxue was surprised to find that the Blue Silver Grass, which had originally shimmered with golden patterns, was becoming ordinary at a visible speed. Even more amazingly, the Blue Silver King's enormous body gradually became transparent in the sunlight, eventually blending completely into the surrounding environment.

Feng Yao suddenly realized—these Blue Silver Grasses weren't moving; they had perfectly disguised themselves as ordinary plants. They were like the most skilled stalkers, undetectable even when right in front of them.

"Let's go," the Blue Silver King's voice echoed from the void. "We are everywhere."

A gentle breeze swept through, and the entire forest appeared no different than usual. Only Feng Yao could sense the pulse of the Blue Silver Clan's spirit surging beneath his feet in every inch of the ground.

Feng Yao's hands, holding the jade basin, tightened slightly, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes: "A moving domain?" He looked down at the Blue Silver Emperor in his arms, "With such abilities, I really can't understand how you could have done it back then."

Suddenly, the leaves of the Blue Silver King began to move without wind, a hint of sorrow flickering in the golden veins. This was merely the Blue Silver King's domain; in her prime, her domain could cover the entire forest.

She did have a way to escape back then, but she couldn't abandon her child and her lover.

Feng Yao gently touched the Blue Silver Emperor's leaf with his fingertip, but only received a silent tremor. The leaf, its golden veins faded, curled slightly, as if avoiding the topic.

"Stop fooling around," Qian Renxue gently stopped her, a hint of guilt flashing in her golden eyes. Her slender fingers unconsciously caressed the edge of the jade basin—after all, the source of all this was her father.

Feng Yao suddenly grasped her uneasy hand, the warmth of his palm reassuring her: "None of this concerns you. With that place, she won't suffer."

A leaf from the Blue Silver Emperor suddenly brushed gently against Qian Renxue's fingers, carrying a soothing meaning. Qian Renxue's tense shoulders finally relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

Feng Yao's voice unconsciously softened, "Some choices are indeed more important than life itself."

A gentle breeze, carrying the unique fragrance of blue silver grass, swept away the heaviness from before.

After five days of trekking, the poisonous miasma of Sunset Forest finally came into view. The seven-colored poisonous fog shimmered eerily in the sunlight, isolating the depths of the forest into a mysterious world.

"Xue'er, wait here for a moment." Feng Yao's fingertips lightly brushed against Qian Renxue's veil, his voice extremely low. "Senior Dugu Bo is, after all, a Title Douluo; he's not as easy to deal with as others."

Qian Renxue nodded slightly. She knew better than anyone that the titled Douluo, famous for his poison, was not someone who could be easily fooled.

The jade basin in Feng Yao's arms suddenly trembled violently. The leaves of the Blue Silver Emperor fully unfurled, and the golden veins flowed with unprecedented brightness, as if cheering and jumping for joy—it clearly sensed the surging, ocean-like energy behind the poison array.

"It seems our little tenant is quite happy with his new home," Feng Yao chuckled, tapping his fingertips three times lightly on the rim of the jade basin. "Ready to move in?"

(End of this chapter)