High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily-Chapter 123 - 101: The Sound of a Severed Zither and Thunder, a Beautiful Beginning (Three-in-One)

Chapter 123: Chapter 101: The Sound of a Severed Zither and Thunder, a Beautiful Beginning (Three-in-One)

But unexpectedly, the effect of this move was too good...

Chen Kuang thought pensively, "Of course... It might also be an underestimation of the standing of a Moon Embrace Realm in the hearts of ordinary cultivators."

In the corner, the Civilization Official surnamed Ding had changed his previously proud demeanor, huddling under the table trembling with his head in his arms.

Seeing Chen Kuang looking over, he hurriedly stammered, "Immortal Master, I-I know nothing! I’m just a mere mortal, only responsible for overseeing the political reforms in Jishao County; all these ideas were Feng Yu’s!"

He pointed to the stiff corpse lying on the ground beside him. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"It was all his idea, it has nothing to do with me, my lord! I’ve only been in Jishao County for two days; how could I have conceived such a heinous plan!"

Feng Yu should be the name of that Governor of Jishao County.

Chen Kuang turned his head, looking at the corpse on the ground, somewhat surprised.

Unexpectedly, this Governor was already dead...

Calculating the time, it should have been done by those three from the Martial Saint Pavilion.

Chen Kuang shook his head, a laugh of absurdity.

This Governor betrayed the Liang Kingdom and his compatriots, collaborated with Fan Hailong to devise such a scheme, risking everything as a human, in a big gamble for wealth and prosperity.

But in the end, he died at the hands of the reinforcements he himself summoned!

It’s simply the Celestial Dao’s cycle.

I wonder if this Lord Governor, who was supposed to be the people’s parent official, regretted at any moment before his death?

Probably not.

Such a person would only resent the unfairness of fate and wouldn’t think he was at all wrong.

Chen Kuang lowered his eyes, looking at that Great Zhou’s Civilization Official.

This man, of course, was the same.

The Civilization Official flatteringly said, "Immortal Master, as long as you wish, I can help cover your tracks, ensuring you safely leave Jishao County. I can even have several Civilization Officials from other counties directly let you pass!"

"We were once schoolmates, apprenticed to the same master, just a word from me and they would surely give me this face!"

Chen Kuang smiled, "Thank you very much."

The Civilization Official was dumbfounded, then overjoyed.

He hurriedly said, "I’ll arrange it right away..."

"Zheng——"

"Hehe..."

The Civilization Official covered his neck, eyes wide open, desperately trying to hold onto a last breath.

But sadly, it was in vain.

His head slowly slid down, finally detached from his body, rolling onto the ground.

Chen Kuang released the zither string, then said, "Anyway, your Great Zhou’s Second Prince will help me, so you don’t need to bother."

The Civilization Official’s mouth opened like a stranded fish, ultimately unable to draw a single breath, died silently.

Chen Kuang was not in a rush to summon Fan Hailong back.

Rather, he hoped Fan Hailong would run a bit more, the farther and faster, the better.

Let him exhaust more Spiritual Qi, scare himself half to death first.

The more tired he gets, the easier it is for Chen Kuang.

Chen Kuang walked to Feng Yu’s corpse, crouched down and cut off his head, hanging it with the Civilization Official’s head at his waist.

Behind him, Bai Fen was finally nearing the end of his life, no longer mumbling those strange ravings.

Bai Fen’s entire chest and abdomen had completely collapsed, his internal organs had turned into a pool of blood.

Circling Water Jade Essence could only sustain his life for a quarter of an hour, and now it was useless.

Chen Kuang casually placed the useful prop on a chair beside him, picked up a nearby wine jug, sniffed it, and praised:

"It’s good wine, perhaps even better than the Xinfeng Fine Wine specially provided in the Celestial Prison."

Chen Kuang murmured, "Liang Kingdom, top to bottom, is seriously corrupt, layer upon layer of exploitation, the Imperial Palace can’t get this fine wine, yet it’s in the hands of the Governor."

Holding a wine jug and cup, he walked casually out of the hall into the courtyard surrounded by corridors, which was actually a courtyard well.

Rain fell from the eaves like strings of pearl curtains.

Chen Kuang placed the two heads beside him, sat on the steps, washed the cup with a bit of rainwater, and began drinking by himself.

Until he drank the whole jug, the wine gradually went to his head.

Chen Kuang threw away the wine cup and jug, placed the Dragon Gum Zither horizontally on his knees, his gaze somber, looking up.

The wind and rain were dark.

This storm showed no signs of stopping, dark clouds hung low, thunder rolled like stones, purple lightning like snakes, pouring its fury and tears upon the human world.

"The wind won’t stop, the rain won’t cease..."

Chen Kuang murmured, "I say, Senior Brother, you’re a bit annoying."

He placed his fingers on the zither strings and plucked them suddenly.

"Zheng——!!!"

The sound of the zither was rich and deep, yet resonated as mighty as a bell, instantly echoing through the heavens and earth!

At this moment, the dark, heavy clouds above completely stagnated, thunder ceased, lightning halted, wind stopped, rain paused, leaving not a sound, as if time had frozen.

The heavens and earth held their breath for this one stroke of zither.

He played "Stilling the Winds."

Not far off, Lin Er You stood on the rooftop, his pupils contracted.

Beside him, Zhou Yanwei exclaimed, "I once thought the ancient records were merely fanciful thoughts of mortals, but didn’t expect to truly witness today the skill of halting clouds with zither sound."

Their eyesight wasn’t weak, naturally seeing that Chen Kuang’s single stroke of zither sound was done entirely without the support of Spiritual Qi.

Rather, in its purest form, merely playing the zither!

The intent within Chen Kuang’s zither sound had reached the point of being outwardly tangible.

He wished for silence from the heavens and earth, then silence was granted.

Such mastery was enough to make ninety-nine percent of sound cultivators feel shame and bow low.