CHAPTER 541: CHAPTER 33: THE BROODING FOX

Yun Sheng took out the Linglong Ice Zither from her storage ring, "I like music the most, so, to be friends with someone, that person must understand music. All of you brothers listen, if anyone understands my zither sound, we can become good friends."

The several martial artists were all unsophisticated men, completely clueless about music, but with a beauty in front of them, currying favor with her was key. They all nodded desperately, each willing to be Yun Sheng’s confidant in music.

"What the hell is this new person doing?" A few mages lurking nearby were completely baffled.

The last two newcomers this time were so strange.

One was like a block of ice, killing people without blinking, and the other was actually surrounded by a bunch of lustful wolves, talking about making friends through music. Could it be that this female mage is an idiot?

The zither sound was gentle and drifting as Yun Sheng actually sat down right there, her slender fingers casually strumming on it.

In a robe of pure white, her gaze tranquil like water, beneath the green shade, Yun Sheng seemed to blend in with her surroundings. Just this image alone was intoxicating.

The several martial artists were also entranced by the music.

A hint of mocking smile appeared on Yun Sheng’s full lips, barely noticeable as she suddenly changed the tune of her zither.

This subtle change was imperceptible to the average person, but it was this slight shift that caused the martial artists, who were originally engrossed in the zither music, to suddenly leap up.

They lost their minds and started attacking each other.

Every move was lethal, going for the kill, as if the opponent had absconded with their wives or owed them a huge sum of money.

"What’s happening?" The several mages were taken aback.

The new female mage had already put away her zither, and with a smiling face, she walked over.

Behind her, that group of martial artists was still fighting desperately.

"Dear brothers and sisters, may I ask where the residence of the Dark Gold Master is?" Yun Sheng completely ignored the shocked looks of the senior mages as if they had seen a ghost.

She had merely played a Chapter from the Emperor’s Song.

This Chapter, the same one used by Yuan Bupo when he encountered Yun Canglang before, now played with the Thousand-Year-Old Ice Zither in her hands and boosted by the assistance of Master Mo Ge, included a Sealing Demon effect, making the zither sound extraordinary.

"The Dark Gold Master, huh? Go northwest, and when you see several thatched cottages, that’s the place," the brown-haired male mage still hadn’t snapped out of it and mechanically pointed to a small fork in the road behind him.

Yun Sheng nodded with a smile and gracefully walked away.

A few moments later, the mages shuddered together: "What! Who did she just say she was going to see? The Dark Gold Master!"

This newcomer must really be out of her mind! Definitely.

The fighting ahead had not yet ended when the female mage who had earlier intervened to save Yun Sheng looked over and commanded, "Go separate those martial artists. If they keep fighting, they might all end up dead, and how would we explain it to the people at the Martial Artist Elite Camp?"

The group stepped forward and used the Water Binding Magic to forcibly separate the martial artists.

As soon as they were separated, the mages discovered that two people had already died on the spot, and together with the one who had been charred by the Reddish youngster earlier, this time three people from the Continent Martial Artist Elite Camp had actually died.

The conditions of the other fighters weren’t much better, with either serious injuries or skin split and flesh burst.

Everyone simultaneously recalled the female mage in white who had passed by earlier, dazzling like an elf. She seemed harmless, yet no one expected that her zither music would cause even greater harm.

As several people were pondering how to deal with this group of injured martial artists, a figure resembling a respected instructor from the Continent Martial Artist Elite Camp dashed over like an arrow.

It turned out that this Martial Saint was named Master Chiri, and these audacious martial artists were all his disciples.

Today, after finishing his training, Master Chiri heard that his disciples had gone to the Magic Elite Camp again to intercept the new female mages, and while cursing the young men for their lack of excellence, he hurriedly rushed over.

Little did he know, when he arrived at the scene, he would witness such a tragic spectacle.

His several disciples, either dead or injured, with one already burned to a crisp, and several others barely clinging to life.

"Who dares to be so bold as to kill people!" Master Chiri, seeing the situation at the scene, was so furious that he almost fainted.

"Master Chiri, this was done by two new students," several mages also didn’t dare to offend an instructor from the elite camp, knowing that they often collaborated with the Martial Artist Elite Camp when they went on tasks outside.

Conflicts between martial artists and mages are common on a day-to-day basis, but to cause such substantial damage in a short period is unprecedented.

Two new students?! Just new students daring to be so audacious?

Master Chiri’s eyes were bulging with rage; he picked up a severely injured martial artist and upon a brief inspection, his expression abruptly changed.

This is...

What truly caught Master Chiri’s attention was the fact that aside from one corpse showing traces of magic use, the others were all victims of combat skills inflicted by martial artists.

At a glance, it must be that the opponent used some special magic which caused his disciples to turn their combat skills on each other.

In the Magic Elite Camp of the continent, it looks like some extremely formidable newcomers have arrived this time.

"Hmph, I will not let today’s matter rest so easily," Master Chiri carried several of the barely alive martial artists in one hand.

Each of these martial artists weighed over a hundred and sixty or seventy pounds, adding up to more than five or six hundred pounds, but Master Chiri carried them effortlessly, without even a frown on his face, and disappeared in the direction of the Martial Artist Elite Camp.

Central Town, located between the Mainland Magic Elite Camp and the Continent Martial Artist Elite Camp, is the only small town and also the only recreational place for students of both elite camps.

In a tavern, groups of martial artists occupied their own tables, discussing everyday training amongst each other.

A man in black sat in a corner, and upon closer inspection, it could be seen that nobody dared to approach the few tables near the man in black.

The man was drinking, his gaze deep as he looked out towards a pond outside the tavern.

At about sixteen or seventeen years old, the man had an attractively suntanned skin due to years of martial training, and his well-built physique showed no excess fat.

Wearing just a common black martial robe, even the simplest style seemed to take on a different flavor on him. Without uttering a single word, his mere presence was like a distinguished war deity, somewhat wild long hair casually draped over his chest.

In his narrow fox-like grey eyes, indifference shone through.

Inside the tavern, several female warriors blushed as they pointed at him, while the male warriors looked on with faces full of envy and admiration.

Some people, even without speaking, can still become the center of everyone’s attention—Ye Beiming was undoubtedly such a person.