Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 1113 - 149: Falling Leaves, Bamboo Flute, Sword Dance

"The Sixth Era, March 1, 1259..."

Tilan leaned over the table to write this line, then gently gathered her long, silky hair in front of her and stood up.

Outside the window, the courtyard was lush and green. This was an estate outside Qianliu City. Stepping out of the courtyard, one could see the undulating green fields stretching endlessly. The land was covered with freshly sprouted green shoots, and not far away lay the white city buildings, neat and clean.

This estate belonged to Qinglian Academy, now a high school within Qianliu City, where many local young people studied. The estate served as both the academy’s archive and meditation hall, housing the legacy swords of the Qinglian Sword Palace, as well as many cultural relics and ancient books.

Cultivation sometimes required a quiet environment; here, away from the city, the scenery was pleasant, and the surrounding open fields were suitable for sword practice and exercise. Thus, Qinglian Academy built this estate.

In truth, Tilan was also the rightful heir of Qinglian Academy. If her uncle were to retire one day, she might very well become the Seat Master of the Qinglian Sword Sect, overseeing this Transcendent Faction and the academy.

The architecture of the entire estate had an Eastern charm, yet it also incorporated a modern touch, with its special white building materials, a silver-white metal central square, projected blue lotuses, bright and shining white light strips, and screens everywhere.

This place was already completed, though not yet in official use, so it seemed rather empty and quiet.

The grand hall in the front courtyard had no walls, surrounded entirely by columns, allowing the wind to pass freely through. The high vaulted roof was about twenty meters above the ground, and the entire hall could accommodate thousands of people practicing swordplay or participating in other activities together.

Wearing a moon-white elegant long dress, Tilan walked slowly past, her fingertips brushing against the vermillion columns lining the hall, feeling a faint, cool stony sensation from her fingertips.

After passing through the grand hall, she continued further into the ’door’-shaped cluster of buildings. Its main body was divided into three sections, each three stories high, resembling a palace pavilion. Inside, it was partitioned into large rooms, possibly for future teaching or other uses. Further inside were residential areas, dining and shopping zones, and medical research areas, though many were still empty, without occupants.

After touring the entire ’Bie Palace’ estate, Tilan returned to her exclusive white pavilion. The environment here was elegant, with trees and bamboo groves gently shading the area. As Tilan walked under the trees, she could hear the chirping of birds and the cooing of doves.

Back in the pavilion, Tilan removed her shoes, walking on the bamboo mat in her white socks, kneeling slightly as her snow-white ankles rested side by side behind her. Then, she picked up a bamboo flute, placed it to her lips, and gently began to play.

She hadn’t practiced this skill in a long time, and with some rare leisure recently, she decided to play for a while.

The blue of the bamboo flute resembled the green willow leaves of March, with a sound like swallows skimming through the forest, lively and graceful. As Tilan played, her eyes gradually changed from blue to a light green, and a green lotus mark appeared on her forehead—a sign of her transformation into the Natural Sequence.

As the piece concluded, Tilan slowly put down the flute, carefully reflecting on the feelings and insights she gained during the performance.

In the Green Lotus Sword Washing Palace, transmitting a few sets of cultivation methods required playing an instrument, using the music to enter a state of harmony, thereby cleansing the spiritual consciousness, achieving mental stability, and expelling distractions.

Several minutes later, Tilan opened her eyes again, continuing to pick up the bamboo flute and play. This time the melody was much brisker, resembling joyful sparrows lightly dancing and fluttering in the forest, pecking at bright red, crisp, and sweet berries.

The white fingertips intermittently pressed the bamboo flute, producing a sound more enchanting than any bird’s song.

During this performance, Tilan gradually immersed herself, and soon, within a kilometer radius, faint and subtle magic sand emerged. They were extraordinarily light, swaying gently with the wind, drifting towards the sky and afar with the air currents.

In this ’Bie Palace’ estate, many corners with trees and young grass began to bud and grow. Their branches and buds seemed to unfold slowly, yet they extended and transformed with visible speed.

Green ivy climbed along the walls, while small grasses under the trees began to sprout rare buds. The small trees, which had been recently transplanted, gradually grew taller and lusher. The once-thin and greenish bark thickened and hardened until eventually cracking open, pushed aside by a new layer of bark inside.

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After an unknown period, Tilan finally awakened from the immersive music. By now, the entire ’Bie Palace’ estate was covered with various plants, with the walls draped with layered ivy, the thick trees dense with branches and leaves, and the flowers and grasses in the corners blooming beautifully. It seemed a place only recently established, yet it felt like an ancient temple dormant for centuries.

Tilan, filled with curiosity, lifted her skirt and walked through the corridors and buildings, observing the changes in the surroundings. Although she practiced the Natural Sequence, this supernatural event was the first she had ever seen, never anticipating her music could cause such a significant transformation. In her impression, a full release of her magic power in performance could at most result in blooming flowers and grasses.

After walking around, Tilan’s steps stopped beneath a large tree in the Central Court. Originally only as thick as her waist, it now required two Tilans to encircle it, the surrounding floorboards raised by its growth. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

Could the effect really be this pronounced? The young woman pressed her fingers against the tree trunk, closing her eyes and focusing intently, sensing the structure and internal state of the tree. The thick and resilient wood was densely distributed, the nutrients circulated well within the tree, though it seemed slightly lacking in water, possibly due to the recent growth spurt.