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Zither Emperor

Nine-tiered zither notes shake the cosmos, who dares not know their master upon hearing? Rainbow-colored magic represents ranks, heroically raising the grand curtain. The Zither Emperor, bringing revolutionary changes to this continent. Accompanied by the emergence of the once in eternity Pure Qinxin, a generation Zither Mage, is born quietly in the blue sky and sea. This is the story of an innocent boy gradually becoming the emperor of zithers, pioneering Music Magic, overturning prior settings. Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, violet - the rainbow-grade becomes the standard of measurement for all martial skills and magic. A profession once considered as useless as chicken ribs, because of his emergence, becomes an immortal legend and myth. He, on the other hand, is like a dazzling new star making it impossible for anyone to ignore his radiance. Even the nearly invincible dragons cannot lift their arrogant heads in front of the Zither Emperor, for before them is someone god-like... Pioneering Music Magic, overturning prior settings, the rainbow-grade will become the standard of measurement for all martial skills and magic. Dragons are no longer invincible creatures, this will be a novel high with dragons. The Divine Music Master, a branch of the Spirit Mages, the most noble but useless profession on the Ryuzakinus Continent. But, is it really useless? The once in eternity Pure Qinxin, a generation Zither Mage, is quietly born in the blue sky and sea. This is the story of an innocent boy gradually becoming the emperor of zithers. But, is he really just the emperor of zithers?

Tang Jia San Shao · Fantasy
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Chapter 167 "War Dead Zither" (Part 2)

This emotion can await becoming a memory, Yin Zhu, oh Yin Zhu, why must you make me cry?

One by one, transparent ice crystals slid from her face, falling to the ground, shattering into clear, slightly salty granules.

Zi and Ming, though still seated before them, had now stiffened. Though the effect of Ye Yinzhu's Zither music on them was somewhat diminished, the heart-stirring sensation that originated deep within their spirits made it impossible for them to calm their hearts. It was as if something was lodged within them that had to be released before they could feel at ease.

Subconsciously, Zi threw back his head and let out a long howl; the rolling sound waves tore through the air. The gloom and suffocation from the youthful days of his kin being killed, of being hunted, seemed to be released in this howl. A strong purple aura burst forth from his body, transforming the surrounding ice pillars and ground into purple crystals.