Legend Of The Immortal

Chapter. 5. Do You Want To Play The Harp?

Seeing Fang Han's figure being blown away like a broken kite. Lin Feiyang grinned regretfully. “Damn, I enjoy fighting too much. The blow just now was too hard.”

Lin Feiyang certainly didn't know how many things had changed in Fang Han's body. This was also what made him underestimate Fang Han.

However, Lin Feiyang did not indulge in regret. He moved quickly after Fang Han's fallen body. Even though it was a pile of corpses, spiritual consciousness could still be traced.

Yes, in reality, Fang Han is not dead at all. It was a fact that Fang Han was blown away. However, the young man's body was very strong even though the current of True Qi within his body stirred and fluctuated in no clear direction.

Fang Han was between conscious and unconscious. When Lin Feiyang's silhouette once again almost completely captured him, Fang Han didn't care about his own life anymore. After all, right behind Fang Han's body was a deep ravine.

Fang Han focused all of his remaining inner energy to unleash the final blow. “Bastard, You'll never get what you want.”

Swoosh!! ...

A vicious blow wind was successfully released. It was pitch black. There was a trace of scorching heat on the ground when it passed through the blowing wind.

Lin Feiyang chuckled. “Very good, Little Brother. You are not dead.”

Lin Feiyang greeted Fang Han's punch. However, this time he restrained himself, and did not release the attack violently.

Even so, when the two blows collided. Loud explosions continued. The air ripples compressed by the two punches spread out in all directions.

The earth shook violently. Fang Han was still thrown even harder than before. That surprised Lin Feiyang a little. “Didn't I restrain the True Qi I released?!”

Yes, of course, he doesn't understand. Fang Han took advantage of the explosion from the last fistfight to throw himself into the abyss far away.

Fang Han was about to close his eyes, he was very tired and was just waiting for the time to pass out and fall into the abyss.

A hint of a triumphant smile appeared on Fang Han's face. But, it quickly disappeared again. 'It's over, even that bastard didn't let go of my corpse.'

Fang Han refused to die in this situation.

At that moment, Lin Feiyang who had not managed to catch up with Fang Han suddenly summoned a sword from the deviation ring and mounted it. It was a type of flying sword artifact.

Fang Han never expected that. In the lower realm, no cultivators used swords to fly. After all, there weren't any cultivators who could fly. All practitioners only use the science of lightening the body to move quickly.

A triumphant grin appeared on Lin Feiyang's face. He controlled the flying sword towards Fang Han's body which was falling heavily.

At the moment when the flying sword was getting closer and Lin Feiyang was about to reach Fang Han's body, Lin Feiyang's excitement quickly disappeared. The flying motion of his sword just stopped. It was as if there was a huge force forming a wall, preventing it from moving any further.

Hong!! ....

The sound of increasing air pressure was heard. It was like someone was plucking a string. Creates faint waves of inner energy with just sound.

Lin Feiyang became restless. On the flying sword, he completely stopped and cupped his hands in front of his chest. “Senior, junior will not dare to overstep. Please be gracious, Senior.”

No answer at all. Fang Han's body continued to fall downwards. The force of the energy wave only restrained Lin Feiyang.

After a few breaths. Once the sound of a string was plucked, a wave of power surged upwards pushing Lin Feiyang hard.

The little villain is aware of his strength. Even though it was painful, just receiving that attack had made Lin Feiyang's face turn pale.

Lin Feiyang did not dare to stay there any longer. Gaining forgiveness from a stronger person made him forget his violence some time ago.

***

The night breeze blew gently, there was a slight chill that penetrated the bones of ordinary people who did not cultivate.

However, the atmosphere in that place was not as cold as the night breeze. The melodious strains of a zither could be heard flowing like calm water. Brings peace to the soul. It had warmed up the cold night.

The healing song—Nine Oceans Soul Calming Music—continues to play melodiously as nimble fingers play on the strings.

“Uhhh!” The figure lying on the stone bed groaned.

The Nine Oceans Soul Calming Music stopped playing. Then, a gentle middle-aged male voice sounded. “You are awake, young man.”

The figure on the stone bed did not answer. He held his head which was throbbing with pain that made him feel like he was going crazy.

The figure looked around, this was a gazebo that looked like it was above the clouds. There was a thick fog covering the surroundings. Voiceurine clear water also sounds faint to the ear.

The middle-aged man playing the zither was at the end of the gazebo. He sat cross-legged casually. A beautiful lyre with a dragon and phoenix hanging on the front. There was fragrant incense burning on the table.

After a while, the figure on the stone bed said, “Where is this? Am I still alive?!”

The middle-aged man looks calm. However, he seemed to be thinking about many things. In the end, he let out a long sigh and said softly, “Is that important about this place? If you felt pain, wouldn't you still be alive?”

The figure sitting on the stone bed was lost in thought. Gradually he calmed down. Forcing yourself to cup your hands in front of your chest. “Fang Han greets the Senior. Please ask, who is your Senior? And how long has Junior been unconscious here?”

The middle-aged man rose from his seat and smiled gently. He did not walk towards Fang Han, but turned around and looked at the sky covered by thick fog. His fingers moved nimbly like someone calculating Feng Shui.

“It's been three solar days since you fell.” As if thinking about what he would do to Fang Han next, the middle-aged man suddenly asked, “Are you interested in learning to play the zither?”

Fang Han gasped in surprise. Didn't know the purpose of the middle-aged man's strange question. He thought for a moment, maybe there was a certain meaning to that question.

“Senior, who are you? Would it be beneficial for Junior to learn to play the zither?” Fang Han tried to appreciate the middle-aged man's offer.

The beak man turned around and faced Fang Han. His facial features could no longer be seen, it was as if there was a thin mist covering him.

His figure disappeared from the original place and was in front of Fang Han. His hands moved swiftly and struck twelve points of Fang Han's main meridians.

“Now, what do you feel inside your body, young man?!”

“....”