C304 The Sound Waves Were as Sharp as Blades(1)

The rhythm of Yelv Qingyin's music quickened again, but Woo Zhengyang remained largely unfazed. The intense arcs of sound certainly made his surroundings more perilous, but having identified the varying strengths of these arcs, it was now difficult for them to harm him. However, when a peculiar melody began to play, Woo Zhengyang's expression turned serious.

A soul attack!

This unusual melody was indeed a soul attack, affecting the mind and spirit. Fu Chuan had mentioned that the Sound Demon Sect's techniques included such attacks. At the time, Woo Zhengyang hadn't been concerned, as soul attack methods were thought to be lost to history. Even if they existed now, they were typically derived from martial arts techniques.

For instance, Woo Zhengyang's "Ink Night Sword Washing Arts" included illusion attacks, which were a form of modern soul attack. This ancient martial art led Woo Zhengyang to believe that any soul attack from the Sound Demon Sect would be on par with his own techniques. Given the strength of his soul energy, he assumed he wouldn't be affected.

Yet now, Woo Zhengyang was surprised to find that Yelv Qingyin's soul attack melody, though produced with the help of her zither, was not integrated with her musical skill. It was an independent soul attack technique.

Woo Zhengyang was taken aback. After suspecting Moh Lunhui's soul attack technique, he now encountered yet another method of soul assault, which clarified some rumors he had heard. If the secluded Sound Fiend Sect possessed such a technique, what about other sects?

The sudden appearance of this soul attack caught Woo Zhengyang off guard. His concentration wavered, causing his Floating Light Step to falter. Unable to dodge in time, an arc of sound struck his waist.

“Rip...”

The sound arc tore through his clothes, and even his iron-hardened skin couldn't withstand its sharpness, leaving a bloody mark. Activating his Flesh Condensing Technique, the bleeding stopped, but Woo Zhengyang was still in shock. He had narrowly avoided a critical hit; otherwise, the injury would have been far worse.

"Hmm..." Yelv Qingyin murmured in surprise. He had expected his soul sound wave to decide the outcome, yet Woo Zhengyang reacted swiftly, sustaining only minor injuries. With a slight frown, Yelv Qingyin released another wave of soul sound from his hand.

With past experiences in mind, Woo Zhengyang became cautious the moment that distinct melody began to play. When it came to soul attacks, he didn’t have a perfect solution but could only try to circulate his soul energy quickly to counteract the impact on himself. Although he experienced a brief moment of disorientation, this time it was fleeting. Once Woo Zhengyang regained his clarity, he swiftly executed the Floating Light Step, narrowly avoiding the sound arc that was dangerously close.

"How is this possible?" Yelv Qingyin finally lost his composure. This soul attack was his best effort, yet it still failed, and Woo Zhengyang's speed had actually increased.

"Thanks a lot!" Woo Zhengyang expressed his gratitude to Yelv Qingyin. It turned out that in the face of imminent danger, Woo Zhengyang's Floating Light Step had broken through to the Great Completion Stage. Achieving such a level in a short time was connected to Woo Zhengyang's experiences—from battling the people of the Mystic Trace Realm to the relentless fights in No Life City. The battles he endured were beyond the imagination of ordinary practitioners.

Of course, Woo Zhengyang had a reason to thank Yelv Qingyin. If he hadn't been pushed to his limits, the accumulation of his past experiences wouldn't have erupted now, allowing the Floating Light Step to break through so quickly.

Hearing Woo Zhengyang actually thank him, Yelv Qingyin guessed the reason and couldn't help but feel frustrated. His full-force attack had inadvertently helped this guy.

With the Floating Light Step reaching its peak, Woo Zhengyang found it much easier to navigate through the barrage of sound arcs. As for Yelv Qingyin's soul attacks, Woo Zhengyang was handling them with increasing ease, barely affected at all.

One step! Two steps! Three steps! Woo Zhengyang's pace quickened, and in the blink of an eye, he was less than thirty feet from Yelv Qingyin.

"I concede!" The music abruptly stopped as Yelv Qingyin admitted defeat. To show his sincerity, he put away his ancient zither into a hidden bag.

Woo Zhengyang wasn't one to kill unnecessarily. Since Yelv Qingyin had surrendered, he halted in his tracks.

"I can give you the jade plate, but I have a question," Yelv Qingyin said with a wry smile.

Hearing there was a question, Woo Zhengyang felt a headache coming on. Tang Xiaoyue had already bombarded him with too many questions on this journey. However, Yelv Qingyin didn't seem like the type to mess around, so Woo Zhengyang nodded and said, "You can ask, but I might not be able to answer!"

"My soul sound waves from the ancient zither are hard for even experts at the Shape Gathering Stage to resist. How did you manage to remain unaffected?"

Yelv Qingyin's question made Woo Zhengyang suddenly realize something.