Genius in the whole system: The useless young lady dominates the world

Just then, several sword energies pierced through the air, heading straight for Ye Wuhen. Under the moonlight, Lu Lingxiyao slowly stepped out, holding the Flying Snow Sword. Nalan Rongzhi and Qinglong followed closely behind, the three of them protecting Zhu Qingying behind them.

“Interesting,” Ye Wuhen chuckled, his gaze sweeping over the three of them. “No wonder the people from the City Lord’s Mansion couldn’t find you; you were hiding here.”

Nalan Rongzhi drew his demonic sword, black sword energy surging like a tide, his voice deep and thunderous, "Are you one of the city lord's men?"

"City Lord?" Ye Wuhen shook his head and chuckled, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. "I am just a rogue cultivator and have no interest in the City Lord's affairs. I have come here today only for the 'Heavenly Sound Score' in the hands of Manor Lord Zhu."

"The Heavenly Music Score?" Zhu Qingying's expression changed drastically, her jade flute trembling slightly, her voice filled with barely concealed panic, "How did you know the Heavenly Music Score was with me?"

Ye Wuhen did not answer, but suddenly made a move. A strange black aura flew out from his sleeve, turning into countless tiny black needles that densely attacked everyone.

Lu Lingxi swung her longsword, and the sword energy transformed into a crystal-clear ice barrier, blocking all the black needles. The sound of ice crystals shattering rang out crisply in the night sky. Nalan Rongzhi and Qinglong took the opportunity to attack, flanking Ye Wuhen from the left and right.

Sword energy crisscrossed the night sky, the three coordinated perfectly, each move aimed directly at Ye Wuhen's vitals. However, Ye Wuhen's movements were extremely unpredictable, like a ghost weaving through the sword light, always managing to avoid a fatal blow at the last second.

His figure was elusive, sometimes appearing like a ghost, sometimes sweeping past like a breeze. Although Nalan Rongzhi and Qinglong's sword moves were fierce, they could never truly hurt him.

“Interesting,” Ye Wuhen chuckled as he dodged the attacks.

"Enough with the nonsense!" Qinglong roared, his longsword wielding even more fiercely.

Ye Wuhen sneered, his figure suddenly rising higher, drawing a strange arc in the air to avoid the Azure Dragon's attack. He looked down at everyone, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

“Since you all protect her so much,” Ye Wuhen suddenly took a few steps back, a mysterious smile playing on his lips, “then I shall take my leave today. Master Zhu, the Heavenly Music Score will be mine sooner or later, so please keep it safe.”

Before he finished speaking, his figure vanished into the night like smoke, as if he had never existed.

"Damn it! He got away!" Qinglong slammed his fist into the ground in anger, creating a shallow crater.

Zhu Qingying's face was pale. Suppressing her panic, she expressed her gratitude to the three men: "Thank you all for your help. If it weren't for your intervention today, I'm afraid..."

“Master Zhu, there’s no need for such formalities. Since we are under the protection of the manor, we should naturally help you,” Lu Lingxi said gently.

"But who exactly is this Ye Wuhen?" Nalan Rongzhi frowned, his eyes full of doubt. "How does he know about the existence of the Heavenly Sound Spectrum, and why is he so obsessed with obtaining it?"

Zhu Qingying sighed, a complicated look flashing in her eyes: "This is a long story..." She looked up at the sky, pondered for a moment, and said: "It's late, and the three of you must be tired. Why don't you go to your guest rooms to rest first, and I will tell you about this in detail tomorrow."

The three nodded in agreement and followed Zhu Qingying toward the guest room. However, none of them noticed that on a distant mountain peak, Ye Wuhen stood with his hands behind his back, gazing intently at the Green Bamboo Manor, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

After Ye Wuhen left, he did not actually leave. He hid in the shadows, observing every move of the Green Bamboo Manor.

He was determined to obtain the Heavenly Music Score. It was not merely a secret manual containing the ultimate principles of music, but also a secret hidden for many years—a secret powerful enough to overturn the entire world…

He waited quietly, waiting for the best opportunity to strike again, while beneath the calm surface of Green Bamboo Manor, undercurrents were surging.