Chapter 1120: Musician
There was indeed a young man walking on the path in front of the vessel. He shouted after seeing the incoming s.h.i.+p.
“Boom!” It was too fast and still smashed into him, sending him flying.
“c.r.a.p… he’s dead…” The fruit said.
Feiyun made the s.h.i.+p stop completely before fetching the unconscious youth back onto the deck.
He looked around twenty years of age and resembled a scholar without any beard.
“This guy is not normal, why is he here?” The turtle stroked his chin and started searching the youth. Alas, there was nothing valuable.
“Maybe a soul on the way to reincarnation?” The fruit said.
Feiyun shook his head in response: “This is just a gap, not the real thing. Some souls might fall into here but they don’t have a physical body, which he clearly does. There is a chance that he is a high-level ghost monarch, but that isn’t as likely.”
“There’s no ghost energy on him, maybe he fell down here by chance.” The turtle concluded.
“That would mean that his cultivation is something else.” Feiyun said.
The dragon walked around, looking like a shrimp: “I think we should tie him up before he wakes up, what if he’s too strong?”
“Hmph, what can he do when he got knocked out by one s.h.i.+p?” The turtle joked.
Nonetheless, the two still decided to tie the youth against a rusted railing.
A little later, the youth woke up and saw that he was stripped naked on top of being tied up. He immediately struggled while shouting: “Help! Somebody help me! Let me go!”
“Shut the h.e.l.l up or I’ll shove s.h.i.+t into your mouth.” The dragon came over and shouted.
The youth’s complexion changed from red to white as he said: “Brother Fish, please return my clothes to me, this is humiliating…”
“Fish?! Are you blind?! I am a blood dragon of the demon race, a dragon monarch, got it? Tell me who you are right now or hehe, see that pile over there?” The dragon said.
The youth looked at the corner and turned pale after seeing the pile. He nearly puked as he responded: “Y-yes…”
“That was all me.” The dragon pointed at itself, looking rather proud.
“That’s, that’s amazing…” The youth didn’t know what to say.
“Now you better tell the truth. Who are you and why are you here?” The dragon asked.
“I’m a good person…” The youth said quietly.
“Tell the truth!” The dragon placed its claw on the youth’s neck.
“M-my name is Ximen… Chuixiao…” The youth shuddered. [1]
He then realized that something was missing and asked: “Oh, have you seen my flute? It’s my only hobby since I don’t have much else to do. If you return it to me, I will play a tune for everyone.”
The turtle stared at the flute in his hand while Feiyun remembered someone else who used to play the flute.
“Release him so he can play a tune for us.” Feiyun said.
After being untied, Ximen Chuixiao hurriedly put on his clothes, tying up all the individual b.u.t.tons carefully.
“Thank you for being understanding, Brother, may I have your name?” He then asked politely.
“Feng Feiyun.”
“Ah, your reputation precedes you, Brother Feng.” Ximen Chuixiao cupped his fist and said with a smile.
“You’ve heard of me before?”
“... No, that was just pleasantry.” The youth said awkwardly.
Feiyun heaved a sigh of relief. Although he was famous after breaking the curse, the majority of human cultivators still haven’t heard of him.
Ximen Chuixiao held his flute and his aura suddenly changed. He sat down by the bow of the vessel and started playing.
He was not bragging about his proficiency. The musical level was high and elegant; melodies wafted in the air like the gentle breezes carrying a sweet fragrance.
The turtle, dragon, and fruits became immersed in the song. They occasionally laughed or whimpered, seemingly recalling old memories.
As for Feiyun, he stood next to the front railing with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He found the song to have a tranquil property, allowing him to have a moment of peace.
When the song was finished, he said: “Your ability is incredible.”
“That’s what they said ever since I started learning. I don’t think there’s another who is on the same level as me, whether it be the past or the future.” The youth laughed complacently.
“Keke, I remember how the ladies in the brothels gasped after hearing my song, all of them wanted me to spend the night and even offered to pay me. Hmph, they looked down on me, I am not someone like that. I only took half the next morning, after all, it’s not easy for them to make money.” He went on.
“I remember a terrible winter during the start of my solitary journey. After leaving the house, I realized that I had forgotten to bring money, keke, but that wasn’t a problem. I traveled as a musician and survived just fine from tips.”
“One time when I stood on the main street ladened with snow to play a tune I named Lonely Phoenix, one n.o.ble daughter was completely enamored and invited me to her house. She prepared a feast for me and even paid me the next morning before I left.”
The turtle coughed and interrupted the youth: “Are you sure you’re not a gigolo instead of a musician?”
“Nonsense, I only sold my skill, not my body. I’m serious, I’m not like those girls who advertise themselves as such to fool naive scholars. They actually think they’re meeting virgins, writing poems and singing songs, losing sleep and lamenting the fate of their lovers. Meanwhile, the girls are making insane money spreading their legs to wealthy guests. But that’s not me, I am an honest musician.” The youth defended himself.
“You are talented indeed, but I’ve met a woman who is more gifted than you.” Feiyun smiled.
“Really? You must introduce me so that I can test my skill against hers. It would be a worthwhile experience.” The youth became serious, thinking that no one was better than him.
“I want to find her too.” Feiyun stared into the distance before asking: “Brother, why are you here?”
“I don’t know, I was traveling around the Myriad Race Battlefield before being brought here. Where is this place anyway? Are you visiting?” The youth sighed.
“We’re just pa.s.sing by.” Feiyun said.
Was there a crack on the battlefield too? Feiyun thought.
1. Xiao means flute ☜