I Fabricated the Techniques, but my disciple really mastered them?

Chapter 170: Chapter 119: The Art of Sound Murder, The Frustrated Illusionisti

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Xu Yan was listening closely to the Thousand Illusion Demonic Melody, trying to comprehend the power within it. The clear tones from the flute seemed to break directly into one’s mind and body.

His heartbeat synchronized with the flute sound, giving the feeling that if the melody stopped, his heart would stop beating.

Those who heard the flute sound became mentally disoriented, illusions appearing before their eyes.

It seemed that the melody could magnify the hidden thoughts in people’s hearts, turning them into illusions.

“This type of sound-killing technique is somewhat unique, and difficult to resist. The weak will fall into it upon hearing it and can’t extricate themselves.” Xu Yan felt like he had gained some understanding.

“The Thousand Illusion Demonic Melody, so this is what it is. It’s quite profound, but too weak. I wonder if it’s because the cultivation technique itself is weak, or because the other party is not strong enough?”

Xu Yan was bewildered. He had enlightened himself about the sound-killing technique, which should have been incredibly strong, a powerful killing technique meant to directly slay the enemy.

However, the Thousand Illusion Demonic Melody was not as strong as he had imagined.

He didn’t even have to consciously defend himself; when the Thousand Illusion Demonic Melody entered his ears, it simply sounded like an ordinary tune and could not interfere with him at all.

The voice of Du Yuying next to him came in, and Xu Yan was instantly delighted – another three seventh-ranked Spiritual Medicines were in hand.

He glanced at Du Yuying. Her delicate face was flushed, and her eyes were becoming vacant, as if she were about to plunge into the illusion.

But she was still hanging on.

“She’s not bad, maintaining herself to this point with only a third-level strength.”

Xu Yan was a little surprised.

The guards were all tottering, even dancing around, as if they were about to start fighting each other.

The maid, Cui’er, in the carriage, was making soft noises, seemingly lost in a certain illusion.

The coachman driving for Yan Kuan, a first-ranked martial artist, exhibited an unstable aura and turned red-eyed. Breathing heavily and growling from the throat, he was already ensnared by the Thousand Illusion Demonic Melody.

As for Yan Kuan in the carriage, he was exerting his cultivation technique to resist the Thousand Illusion Demonic Melody. But it was no picnic. His state was only slightly better than Du Yuying’s.

This proves that Du Yuying was indeed somewhat exceptional.

“Alright, deal!”

Xu Yan eagerly agreed.

With a slight move of his palm, a vast concept emerged, enveloping Du Yuying. The Thousand Illusion Demonic Melody was completely neutralized and failed to break through this immense power.

The grandeur of the true meaning in the Descending Dragon Palm!

When Du Yuying regained her senses, she quietly let out a breath, put back on her veil, and was deeply shocked. She wondered how strong the young man next to her actually was.

She felt an overpowering force enveloping her, making the Thousand Illusion Demonic Melody sound like an ordinary tune in her ears.

Seeing the guards, and Yan Kuan in the carriage, not in good condition, she spoke somewhat helplessly: “Sir, 1’11 give one seventh-ranked Spiritual Medicine to break the Thousand Illusion Demonic Melody!”

But Xu Yan simply shook his head: “No, 1 haven’t had enough yet!”

Du Yuying was stupefied, could he actually be listening to the Thousand Illusion Demonic Melody as if it were a tune?

She took a deep breath and added: “Then could you please, sir, help them out of their predicament?”

“No problem!”

Xu Yan readily agreed.

Hum!

The force of the Descending Dragon Palm expanded to cover everyone. Instantly, all the guards regained consciousness, but they were all panting heavily, looking completely fatigued.

It seemed as if they had just fought a great battle.

The chill ran down Yan Kuan’s spine, even he, a Grandmaster, had to exert all his strength to resist the Thousand Illusion Demonic Melody. In the eyes of Xu Yan, it could be easily resisted?

“Could he be a Great Grandmaster?”

This thought cropped up in Yan Kuan’s mind.

He then shook his head to deny: “No, absolutely not, he should be a mature Grandmaster or even a peak Grandmaster!”

Even this fact already made him shockingly speechless.

How old was Xu Yan? And he was already a Grandmaster, maybe even a peak Grandmaster.

When comparing himself, he felt like a waste!

Why is there such a huge gap between people?

After rescuing the others, Xu Yan devoted himself to listening to the Thousand Illusion Demonic Melody. He felt that if he could understand the sound-killing technique, his strength might be increased slightly.

“Master was right, I need to learn the essence and make it my own. This Thousand Illusion Demonic Melody has something that can be learned!”

Xu Yan was quietly listening to the melody while riding his horse.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute picked up speed, like clashing blades and galloping horsemen. A murderous aura emerged from the melody; invisible blades seemed to surge and kill.

The sound waves were intense and frightening.

Xu Yan raised an eyebrow. At that moment, the Thousand Illusion Demonic Melody was all charging towards him.

Bang!

The sound waves, like weapons clashing and rolling waves, constantly swept towards him.

Xu Yan slightly raised his palm; the force of the Descending Dragon Palm collided with the sound waves.

He continued to comprehend the sound-killing technique within.

As he listened, the sound-killing technique became clearer and clearer.

He seemed to have some sort of realization in his mind.

“My Descending Dragon Palm, although it has comprehended the dragon’s might, it lacks the dragon’s chant. How can I showcase the magnitude of the dragon’s might and the wrath of the dragon?

“The dragon’s chant shocks the heaven and earth, that’s the true meaning of its wrath.”

At that moment, Xu Yan gained an insight.

On his palm, a Golden Giant Dragon emerged, its eyes sparkling, its dragon’s might rippling. For an instant, the golden dragon opened up its mouth and roared.

Bang!

With the Roar of the dragon, an immense force was unleashed between the universe, making all creatures prostrate themselves!

“No, it’s not right, it’s not close yet. This doesn’t carry the might of the dragon’s chant and the power to kill the enemy. It is just the volume that is heavy..”