Refining Genius Cultivation

Not in silence, in silence. In this short period of silence, an urgent shout suddenly came from outside the Cheng Lin Palace. "Report …" It immediately broke the silence.

Immediately after, a martial general wearing a somewhat dilapidated armor stumbled into Cheng Lin Palace. He immediately woke up everyone who was immersed in the music, waking up from all the wonderful fantasies.

This extremely opposite feeling made the empress dowager, the officials, and the envoys of various countries extremely dissatisfied. They all had the thought of tearing this general into a thousand pieces.

As if he didn't feel the murderous gazes of the surrounding people, the military general shouted loudly as he ran, "Your majesty, something big …"

Fang Yunlong, who had been looking for a way to draw attention to himself, saw this martial general. His eyes lit up, and he thought to himself, Here we go. Wearing such tattered clothes and looking so miserable, most likely these generals had come to spread the news of the defeat at the front line, or even the loss of a large area of land.

As long as this news was released, the envoys who had been bewitched by the zither music and were immersed in the thought that the Great Tang Empire was not as powerful as they had imagined, the envoys from the various empires who were about to die would definitely become exceptionally resolute.

There would even be unreasonable demands. When that time came, his Tang Dynasty would be under attack from dozens of surrounding nations. Not only would he lose his overlord status, it would also be very hard to say whether or not he would be able to protect his country.

Although there were still many questions, they had to know who this military general was and how he had entered the palace, without considering the location or influence, to report the situation of the war at the front lines.

But at this time, Fang Yunlong did not have time to ponder further, he suddenly stood up and shouted: "Good!" At the same time, his hands intersected, clapping in a strange rhythm. This round of applause was not simple at all.

First, Fang Yunlong imitated the Lion's Roar and started shouting at the martial generals and envoys who were running over. His voice was earth-shaking, like a rock breaking through the clouds, as he entered the palace.

The people around him were all shaken to the point where they vomited blood. Although Fang Tianshui had prepared beforehand and consumed a pill that could protect his internal organs, he was still shaken to the point where his blood vessels were throbbing.

Secondly, the applause after the shout was not a simple applause, but Fang Yunlong was worried that his Lion's Roar would not have much of an effect.

At the same time, he had previously set up two small-scale formations on his hands — the Heavenly Words Formation. The Heavenly Words Formation was a mini intermediate formation that could be set up using the five elements of heaven and earth.

When the fingers crossed each other, it caused the surrounding heaven and earth origin energy to change. This created a unique air current, causing the sound to condense and then spread out. This sound was heard by everyone in the world.

It was as if one had heard the voice of a deity in the sky, but the voice seemed to be whispering in one's ear, causing one to bow in reverence. The words of the deity in the sky were called the Language of Heaven. The Heavenly Words Formation was displaying the effects of its language of the gods.

The reverberations of the cheers in the palace intertwined with the applause coming through the Heavenly Words Array, forming a unique sound flow that reverberated in everyone's ears with the majesty of a god.

Fang Yunlong's earthshaking roars and the applause from the Heavenly Language Array echoed throughout the entire palace, causing it to become completely silent.

Innate Expert, that white faced middle-aged man, squinted her eyes at Fang Yunlong. Fang Yunlong's roar did not affect him at all, but it was clear that he was thinking about Fang Yunlong's intention.

Upon hearing Fang Yunlong's roar, the Emperor of Tang Dynasty who was sitting on the Dragon Throne immediately understood. Recalling the words of the miserable state general that he had yet to finish, the Emperor broke out in a cold sweat.

The empress dowager and princes and princes seemed to be shocked senseless. They looked at Fang Yunlong in a daze, and only the King of De's eyes flashed with a cold light.

The civil and military officials and their descendants were extremely ugly, other than those who vomited blood due to the shock from Fang Yunlong.

Some of them were panicking, and some of them even had their mouths wide open as they could not believe that there was actually someone in the world who could shout out so much. Only Fang Tianshui revealed a gratified smile.

The envoys who were sitting further away from Fang Yunlong were one of the important people that Fang Yunlong took care of. Due to the distance between them and the Emperor of Tang Dynasty and Fang Yunlong, they were woken up by the sounds of shouting and applause.

He thought that it was the Tang Dynasty Emperor who let out an angry dragon's roar, pulling him back to reality from his fantasy with words that were like that of a god.

Remembering that in his imagination, he thought that Tang Dynasty were not as powerful as he had imagined, and that he even proposed to start a war with Tang Dynasty, the various nations couldn't help but feel uneasy, and fear grew in their hearts.

As for the other person Fang Yunlong was looking after, the miserable general was even more so shaken until his head went dizzy and started to turn cloudy.

He didn't know what he was here for or for. However, under the furious roar of the God of Heaven's language, he lay prostrate on the ground, his entire body trembling as he was at a loss of what to do.

Yimeng's beautiful hands caressed the jade zither, and from the very beginning, Yimeng entered an unprecedented state, merging into the world of the zither music, reaching the highest realm of playing the zither — — The melody originated from the heart. This time, he played Soul Stealing.

"This is the first time since Yimeng played this song that she has entered such a profound realm. It is as if every note has its own life and becomes a beautiful fairy that dances under her ten fingers.

Yimeng, who was immersed in his own play, appeared even more beautiful. When the play reached the last part of the Soul Stealing Melody, Yimeng raised her head and looked.

Everyone was indulging in their own fantasy as they enjoyed their own music, as though they were drunk in a dream. Yimeng was very satisfied with the looks of the envoys and the trace of resentment that they showed.

At this time, a martial general wearing damaged armor ran in miserably, causing Yimeng to feel extremely excited. Not bad, this was the most crucial part of the plan, and this martial general was no ordinary martial general.

He was the commander of the army in the largest and most important city in the southern region of the Great Tang Dynasty, Strangle City. Strangle City, as its name implied, was a city which held the throat of its enemies. It was located at the border between the Great Song Empire and the southern part of Tang Dynasty.

To guard in the Eternal Huai Mountain Range was a barrier that the Tang Dynasty blocked the Great Song Nation, which was easy to defend but hard to attack. However, not long ago, with the help of their inner circle, the Great Song Empire seized the city by the throat, and Wang Gong became their captive. The news of the strangulation of the city was sealed off.

Yimeng's master, the Thousand Enchantress, personally went out, confused Wang Gong, and then rushed over to the Shangjing. She finally arrived at the Shangjing yesterday, and today, at the right time and opportunity, she gave the empress dowager a large birthday present.

Yimeng was waiting for Wang Gong to say that the situation was not good. Gripping her throat had been taken over by the Great Song Empire, and the Great Song Empire would continue to attack from the north. With the last note of the Soul Stealing Melody, the entire Li Residence would become a synonym for the decline of their Tang Dynasty.

At that time, the envoys' hatred towards the Tang Dynasty would cause the hatred of being killed, as well as the weakness of the Tang Dynasty that they felt in their fantasies and in reality, to violently erupt. The visiting palaces would be filled with the curses and reprimands of the envoys from the other nations.

Following that, Yimeng seemed to have foreseen that the Great Song Nation would lead dozens of countries to defeat the Tang Dynasty, and the Great Song Nation would become the overlord of the entire Yuzhou.

And in the near future, he would unite the entire Yuzhou. As for her, as one of the founders and witnesses of Tang Dynasty's decline, she would definitely become famous throughout the world, and leave history behind.

Unexpectedly, only two words came out of Wang Gong's mouth as an earth-shaking roar reverberated through the air. It was followed by a deafening round of applause, akin to the voice of a deity blending into the melody.

Yimeng's state of mind was almost seized. Wang Gong was knocked to the ground and his bewitching arts were on the verge of breaking.

Yimeng looked towards the place where the voice came from and saw an exceptionally familiar figure in front of him. Yimeng's heart couldn't help but tremble, it was him, Cheng Yi, who possessed limitless wisdom.

A person who couldn't see through people, who couldn't figure it out, who possessed unique thoughts and unimaginable thoughts, whose eyes flashed with the vicissitudes of life, whose smile was filled with endless charm and endless tolerance.