Chapter 1703
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In a daze, Ye Wushuang saw figures emerging on the lake’s surface.
There was his second brother, Ye Fushan, and third brother, Ye Yunzhe, from the Ye Clan within the Qingyun Empire. There were also Xu Ziyin, Yin Shenghao, Xu Ziyun, and Xing Hanyun from the Central Continent. And from the Tianxuan Continent, there were his father, Bai Chengtian; his mother, Mu Qingyun; his eldest sister, Bai Qiyun; his second brother, Bai Xingjian; his fourth brother, Bai Haoyan; and Mu Beige. There were also those he had come to know and despise in his seventh avatar’s lifetime.
These figures encircled Ye Wushuang. Some wore smiles, while others bore expressions of resentment as they gazed at him.
Ye Fushan, covered in blood, clutched Ye Wushuang’s ankles and said bitterly, “Brother, why did I have to die? I don’t want to die, and I certainly don’t want my children to die! It’s all your fault, isn’t it? You led our Ye Clan to ruin!”
The Xu brothers, Ziyin and Ziyun, glared at Ye Wushuang and sneered, “Our family has done so much for you, Ling Shengtian. Now that you’re gone, shouldn’t the Ling Sword Pavilion be ours? Were we wrong?”
“Bai Haoran,” Mu Beige, dressed in a long robe and exuding an air of elegance, said with a faint smile, “In truth, my death is also because of you. But let me tell you, I don’t want you to feel guilty about it.”
These voices filled Ye Wushuang’s ears, disrupting his thoughts.
At this moment, Xiao Ziyin stood in the boat, looking at Ye Wushuang in front of him. Ye Wushuang turned to face the lake, which was calm and empty. However, his heaving chest and eyes gradually turning bloodshot revealed the intense torment he was experiencing within.
Xiao Ziyin spoke slowly, “My flute can evoke the very things you least wish to confront. This is the heart tribulation. If you cannot overcome it, you will be submerged in this Lake of Rebirth, and that means death…”
As he finished speaking, Xiao Ziyin glanced at Tang Bingwen behind him and was stunned.
“Senior, what do you mean by ‘heart tribulation’?” Tang Bingwen, sitting at the bow of the boat, looked at Xiao Ziyin with curiosity. “Your flute has finally stopped. I almost cried myself dry.”
“Are you unscathed?” Xiao Ziyin was astonished.
“What do you mean?” Tang Bingwen replied, puzzled.
Soon, noticing Ye Wushuang at the stern of the boat, staring blankly at the lake without moving, Tang Bingwen exclaimed in surprise, “What’s wrong with my brother?”
“It’s impossible, absolutely impossible!” Xiao Ziyin said in disbelief. “Anyone who hears my flute, if not a Saint, will be drawn into the heart tribulation, facing the people and events they least want to confront. You…”
“Are you a Saint?” Tang Bingwen scratched his head and asked.
“Do I look like a Saint to you?” Xiao Ziyin looked at Tang Bingwen, bewildered and confused. “Even a Saint would be affected by the flute’s influence on the mind. You…”
“I was affected!” Tang Bingwen said earnestly, pointing to his eyes. “See? My eyes are red from crying!”
At this moment, Xiao Ziyin was completely at a loss.
“Ugh…”
Just then, Ye Wushuang, who had been in a daze, snapped out of it and began to retch over the side of the boat.
“Brother, are you okay?” Tang Bingwen, seeing Ye Wushuang’s poor condition, quickly asked with concern.
After retching for a long while, Ye Wushuang slowly waved his hand, then collapsed onto the boat’s stern, his forehead beaded with sweat.
So soon? He woke up so soon?
Xiao Ziyin looked at Ye Wushuang, even more astonished and puzzled.
He could tell at a glance that Ye Wushuang was merely at the Fourth Tribulation of Ego stage. With such strength, facing the heart tribulation he had evoked, one would either be submerged in it for days or even months, or… directly sink into it, never to return, dying both physically and spiritually.
But how could this be?
Ye Wushuang had awakened so quickly!
What kind of monsters were these two?
Xiao Ziyin looked at the flute in his hand, feeling somewhat despondent for a moment.
After a while, Ye Wushuang, having recovered somewhat, covered his chest and looked at Xiao Ziyin with a smile. “This is a trial from you, Senior, right? The path of heart tribulation is not easy to tread.”
“But you have walked through it,” Xiao Ziyin said indifferently. “Your willpower is so strong that you have managed to overcome it?”
Ye Wushuang just smiled and said nothing.
Tang Bingwen, however, spoke up loudly, “My brother is amazing, isn’t he?”
Hehe!
Yes!
He is amazing!
But you, who were not drawn into the heart tribulation by my flute, aren’t you even more amazing?
Xiao Ziyin realized that he could no longer fathom these two individuals!
Ye Wushuang looked at Xiao Ziyin and said, “We had a pleasant conversation with Senior Black Duck and the other three earlier. They all helped us two. Now it’s your turn, Senior Xiao.”
“My brother and I have passed your selection, Senior Xiao. You should give us some reward, right?”
Xiao Ziyin couldn’t help but look at Ye Wushuang and laughed, “You are asking me for something?”
“Is that not allowed?” Ye Wushuang smiled. “If I don’t ask, you would give it anyway. You and the other predecessors exist in this void space for a purpose.”
Xiao Ziyin looked at Ye Wushuang, his voice tinged with a sigh, “Indeed, every generation produces talented and capable people.”
“Senior flatters us,” Ye Wushuang replied.
“I see that both of you are extraordinary, especially your brother here…” Xiao Ziyin glanced at Tang Bingwen and then back at Ye Wushuang. “Very well, I shall play a tune for you. How much you gain from it is entirely up to you.”
Hearing this, Ye Wushuang’s eyes sparkled with a hint of keenness.
Without a doubt, Xiao Ziyin was likely a true Saint!
His flute could plunge him into a heart tribulation, but it could also bring him great benefit.
Gradually, the flute music began.
This time, the music was melodious, lingering, and serene, allowing one to immerse their mind and feel extremely relaxed.
Ye Wushuang sat cross-legged at the stern of the boat, his heart gradually calming down. The chaotic thoughts in his mind vanished, replaced by a sense of peace.
Meanwhile, Tang Bingwen scratched his head, looking at Xiao Ziyin and Ye Wushuang. He felt that this flute music was much more cheerful than before, but… that was about it!
Time passed bit by bit.
On the tranquil lake, the flute music wafted through the air. Suddenly, Ye Wushuang opened his eyes, a glint of sharpness flashing through them.
