"Is something the matter?" Ye Feng asked casually, noticing Ying Huanhuan tugging on his sleeve.
"Didn't you promise to teach me a zither-based martial art?" Ying Huanhuan pouted.
After Ling Qingzhu, Wang Yan, and the others became Ye Feng's disciples, each had received powerful martial arts suited to their talents. But when Ying Huanhuan had tried to act clever and prank Ye Feng, she ended up getting punished instead—and missed her chance to receive any techniques.
Now that her punishment had ended, her curiosity was piqued once again. In this life, Ying Huanhuan had a natural affinity for music, particularly the zither, yet she lacked martial skills to match her gift.
Ye Feng raised his hand and gently tapped the center of her forehead. A stream of energy seeped in, carrying a trio of ancient melodies.
> "Restless Heart."
"Life in Full Bloom."
"Ambush from All Sides."
These names echoed within her consciousness.
"Master… is this really martial arts?" Ying Huanhuan asked in confusion. "It's just music…"
"It's music," Ye Feng said calmly, "but also martial arts—emotional martial arts."
"'Restless Heart' stirs panic and anxiety in your enemies. 'Life in Full Bloom' ignites blood and spirit, boosting all attributes. And 'Ambush from All Sides' overwhelms foes with illusion and despair—unless they can break the rhythm, they're doomed."
This was a world of cultivation, where even music, fused with vital energy, could become a weapon deadlier than any blade.
"Thank you, Master!" Ying Huanhuan said with joy, her eyes gleaming.
Ling Qingzhu, watching from the side, teased with a smirk, "That's it? Just a thank-you?"
"Hmm?" Ying Huanhuan blinked. "What else should I say?"
While the group exchanged playful banter, attention soon turned toward the towering stone monument at the center of the square—the Creation Martial Monument.
"Some say this monument has reached the level of a quasi-heavenly spiritual treasure. It's developed sentience," someone whispered nearby. "If you're lucky enough to sit and resonate with its soul, the rewards are unimaginable."
"The soul of a stone monument?" another voice questioned. "That can't be right."
"It's real. Once a spiritual item reaches Earth-level, it starts developing awareness. Given how long the Creation Monument has been soaking in the energies of the ancient monument realm, it's not strange that it gained a soul."
Their murmurs faded as the skies suddenly shifted.
A beam of golden sunlight slanted from above, casting its glow directly on the Creation Martial Monument.
Buzz!
A clear chime echoed from the stone monument, resonating through the heavens. The sound felt like spring water flowing through the soul, washing away fatigue and tension.
Immediately after, ten beams of light shot out from the monument and condensed into ancient futons on the platform ahead.
"They've appeared!"
"The ten futons!"
"Hurry up!"
Someone moved to step forward, but a firm hand stopped him.
"Don't be foolish. With all the top forces gathered here, if you're weak and try to grab a cushion, you'll die before your backside touches it."
The atmosphere turned tense.
Silence stretched over the crowd, thicker than steel.
Then—
"Master, I'll go first," said Wang Yan as she walked confidently toward the platform and took the first seat.
"I'm going too," added her namesake, the second Wang Yan.
Qin Shi, Huang Pujing, Ling Qingzhu, Lin Qingtan, Lin Langtian, Wu Yun, Ying Huanhuan, and Chi Hao each followed without hesitation.
But when Chi Hao stepped onto the platform, he found the final cushion already occupied by a disciple from the Zhao family.
"Move," Chi Hao said simply.
The Zhao disciple sneered. "Not convinced? Fight me. The Zhao family will show you why I'm qualified to sit here."
Boom!
A massive axe materialized in Chi Hao's hand. Without another word, he brought it down—cleaving the man in two.
Gasps echoed across the square.
"Junior Brother… did you have to kill him?" Ling Qingzhu asked, frowning.
"He told me to fight him, didn't he?" Chi Hao shrugged. Then he glanced at the surrounding cultivators. "Anyone else dissatisfied? I'm right here."
No one spoke.
Chi Hao sat down. No one dared to contest him again.
Thus, the ten futons of the Creation Monument were all occupied by Ye Feng's disciples.
Ten minutes later, the Creation Monument activated once more.
A ring of mysterious light radiated from its base, enveloping each of the seated cultivators.
The light scanned them, evaluating their potential. A moment later, threads of spiritual power were drawn from their minds and absorbed into a vortex of light.
Buzz!
Each disciple's consciousness was transported into a vast spiritual domain—another world.
Suspended high in the sky were countless martial arts. They shone like stars, floating across the heavens.
Meanwhile, in Ye Feng's mind, a system prompt rang out.
Ding!
Congratulations! You have overturned the original Martial Universe storyline and prevented Qingmu Sect and other factions from obtaining their martial inheritances.
Reward: 30 attribute points.
Ye Feng stood silently, but he already understood the process.
In this realm, ordinary martial arts could be chosen freely. But the true treasures lay deeper within—accessible only by those who could communicate with the monument's soul.
Lin Langtian, Ling Qingzhu, Ying Huanhuan, and the others pressed forward, diving deeper into the core of the spiritual domain.
However, the deeper they ventured, the more intense the resistance.
The monument itself was testing them—sifting out the worthy from the unworthy.
Buzz!
Suddenly, the Creation Monument in the real world trembled violently.
Beams of light surged from its core, transforming into projections—scenes of vast lands, towering mountains, and endless rivers.
An immense aura swept outward.
"Martial Arts of Creation!"
Someone exclaimed in shock.
Such a phenomenon could only mean one thing: someone had obtained a Creation-level martial art.
Buzz!
Another tremor followed.
This time, the light formed into an image of the universe itself, stars swirling across the void.
"It's happening again! Another Creation-level technique!"
This time, it was Ling Qingzhu.
Buzz!
Next came a realm of ice and snow, stretching for thousands of miles. Frozen wastelands. Howling winds.
That was Lin Qingtan's martial projection.
One after another, each of Ye Feng's disciples succeeded in forging a connection with the monument's soul. Lin Langtian. Both Wang Yans. Huang Pujing. Qin Shi. Chi Hao...
Even Wu Yun, the disciple with the lowest cultivation and poorest talent, didn't fall behind.
As Wu Yun opened his eyes, a new sharpness glinted within them. His aura surged to a new height.
"I've broken through to the Creation Realm," Wu Yun said, his voice steady. "Also… I received a message. There's a massive underground palace hidden nearby. It's filled with Nirvana Pills."
He looked to Ye Feng.
"Master… shall we go?"
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