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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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925 Chs

Chapter 234: The Trident in the Hands of the Zither Emperor (Part 2)_1

The sweaty, delicate body, now soaked in sweat, had been replaced by another smooth feminine body. What was different though, was that this new person didn't tremble at all. Instead, she softly muttered Ye Yinzhu's name.

Even Ye Yinzhu himself didn't know how long the craziness of this night lasted. When he finally fell fast asleep, holding the warm, delicate body in his arms, the world outside was still silent. Each of his 3.6 million pores was utterly relaxed, which was why he slept so deeply and sweetly.

An indistinct knock on the door woke Ye Yinzhu from his slumber after an indeterminable amount of time. He had slept wonderfully, but the headache resulting from the hangover was troublesome. Gathering his mental energy to initiate self-recovery, a clarity of senses returned to him.

"Who is it?" Ye Yinzhu called, while cradling the body in his arms.

"Ye, it's noon. You and Sister Haiyang should wake up and eat something." Sura's voice echoed from outside the door.