Chapter 149 of Ten Scenery Satin

Wen Yuan, anxious at the lack of response from Zi Yuan, suddenly heard Mu Yanding say, "My skills are nothing to Miss Zi Yuan. I can't possibly harm her. However, while Miss Zi Yuan is skilled in music, she has no martial arts. It's inevitable that she'll be knocked unconscious by my internal energy, but she won't be injured. Wen Yuan, you don't need to worry unnecessarily. Take this!" The sound of metal clanging reverberated again, like weapons clashing and lightning flashing. Wen Yuan's body trembled, and he quickly channeled his internal energy to defend himself, turning around.

Having already suffered a great loss upon their first exchange, Wen Yuan dared not be distracted. He secretly channeled

his profound inner energy, intending to counter the thunderous tones of the "Five-Tone Finger Strike." Suddenly, he had a change of heart: "Simply using internal energy to resist would only lead to repeating the same mistakes. The power of this skill lies in the sound of the iron rings clashing; the way to break it lies therein."

The reason why Mu Yanding's "Five-Tone Finger Strike" was so powerful was not only due to the internal energy infused in the sound, but also to its abrupt rhythm. Each sound was like a sharp blade, forcefully blocking the flow of qi and blood in the listener's meridians. When it was used to its fullest extent, it could completely disrupt the opponent's heartbeat, muscle contractions, breathing, and all rhythms of the body would be out of control, leaving them with no choice but to await their death.

Wen Yuan, deeply versed in phonetics and understanding the subtleties of musical melodies—capable of influencing one's mood, thoughts, and actions—was struck by Mu Yanding's "Five-Tone Finger Strike." Though injured, a countermeasure flashed through his mind. He immediately retreated, rushing to the rear door of the lower deck, blasting the door open with a palm strike, and dashed out.

Mu Yanding shouted, "Where do you think you're going?" He channeled his inner energy, his movements as swift as a shooting star, catching up to Wen Yuan. His right hand clenched and unclenched, producing a series of clanging sounds as five bursts of finger force shot out. Wen Yuan lightly touched the ground, his figure gracefully rising onto the deck. Mu Yanding's five fingers missed their mark. Wen Yuan then rushed into the upper deck through the rear door. It seemed that Sikong Ba and the others were still waiting at the front door of the lower deck. Inside, only a few women in brocade robes cried out in surprise and retreated upon seeing Wen Yuan enter.

Ignoring him, Wen Yuan darted around, his hands flashing, and stood before a table of food and wine, holding four celadon teacups. He placed them alongside the three already on the table, lining them up, and poured the tea from each cup onto the ground. Then he picked up a teapot.

Just then, a clanging sound rang out, and Mu Yanding caught up. He saw Wen Yuan sitting at the table, leisurely pouring tea, one cup after another, completely ignoring Mu Yanding's arrival.

Mu Yanding was slightly taken aback, his suspicion growing. He didn't attack rashly, asking, "What are you doing?" Wen Yuan had already finished pouring seven cups of tea, put down the teapot, and smiled, "Senior Mu's skill is astonishing. I need to prepare myself, otherwise I cannot withstand it. Senior Mu, please make another move!" At

this moment, Sikong Ba, Di Jiucang, and the others, hearing the strange noise, rushed in through the front door, forming a pincer movement. Seeing Wen Yuan sitting leisurely at the table, they were all surprised. Mu Yanding, unaware of the secrets hidden in his cup, was not in a hurry to advance. He said, "Alright, stand up and take a few more moves from me." Wen Yuan smiled slightly, picked up a pair of chopsticks with his right hand, stood up, and said, "Please!"

Seeing him holding the chopsticks, Mu Yanding thought to himself, "I wonder what tricks this kid is up to." With a flick of his fingers, the five-tone finger snapping sounded again, sharp and piercing, like a thousand troops surging forth.

Sikong Ba and the others, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire, were about to retreat when they suddenly heard a few soft "clinks, clatters, clangs, and rattles." Wen Yuan, holding a chopstick in each hand, tapped the teacup several times. This sound, combined with the clanging of the iron rings, was pleasant and melodious, greatly reducing the sound of swords and spears. The two sounds intertwined seamlessly, perfectly complementing each other. The strange sounds that were originally meant to harm silently were now inexplicably pleasing to the ear.

Mu Yanding was startled, his finger movements faltering for a moment. He quickly regained his composure, his index fingers moving erratically, the iron rings striking each other repeatedly, producing a series of clanging sounds imbued with superior internal force, causing the dishes and bowls on the table to clatter. Such power from just his fingers alone demonstrated Mu Yanding's truly extraordinary internal martial arts skills. Wen Yuan, calm and collected, nimbly danced his two chopsticks among the seven teacups, swirling and striking them. Each strike perfectly capitalized on the lingering impact of the iron rings, skillfully varying the intensity, effortlessly conveying the powerful and sharp sounds.

These chopsticks, made of wood, produced a smooth and clear sound when struck on the porcelain cups. The marvelous thing was that each of the seven teacups produced a different pitch, like the seven strings of a zither. Wen Yuan struck them casually, arbitrarily, and those ordinary chopsticks and teacups unexpectedly produced the five tones and twelve musical scales. Compared to the thunderous clang of Mu Yanding's fingers, the sound was far less powerful, but it possessed a clear and elegant quality. Like clouds rising after water's end, the sound was continuous and unending. The wooden chopsticks and porcelain cups seemed to be inlaid with bright pearls amidst Mu Yanding's metallic roar, appearing peaceful and pleasing to the ear. Where was the fierce power of the five-tone finger-striking technique?

Suddenly, the situation changed. Wen Yuan swung his chopsticks and struck the cup leisurely, while Mu Yanding's expression was serious, sweat dripping from his forehead. Although the sharp sounds from his fingers grew louder, they clearly could no longer harm Wen Yuan. Sikong Ba was secretly astonished, thinking, "This kid is indeed not simple. It seems that old man Mu may not be able to win easily."

In terms of actual martial arts, although Wen Yuan had grasped the essence of the seven-stringed zither, he was still inferior to Mu Yanding's decades of profound internal strength. However, in this battle of musical notes, Mu Yanding was no match for Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan poured different shades of tea into each of the seven teacups, creating varying pitches when they were tapped together. As a child, before he bought a musical instrument, he used chopsticks to tap his cups and bowls while eating for amusement, eventually developing this skill. He never imagined he would use it in martial arts. Now, with his mastery of music, his tapping technique was even more adept. The wooden chopsticks contained profound energy; a single tap transmitted to Mu Yanding's internal energy and blood, allowing him to gain the upper hand through skill.

Each time Mu Yanding's rings crossed, he channeled immense internal force, his fingers feeling slightly numb, yet Wen Yuan seemed unaffected. Instead, he himself became increasingly affected by the melody of Wen Yuan's tapping, finding it difficult to maintain his powerful sonic waves. The more he fought, the more exhausted he became, and the more terrified he felt: "That day, Miss Ziyuan guided me on the principles of playing the zither, and from that I gained a deeper understanding of the art. My 'Five-Tone Finger Strike' skill has become even more refined. How could I be no match for Wen Yuan? His internal strength is far inferior to mine, so how can he withstand it? It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense!"

Wen Yuan saw that Mu Yanding's grip had tightened and his eyes were bloodshot, knowing that he wouldn't last much longer. He thought to himself, "It seems that in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, this 'Five-Tone Finger Strike' will be broken." Just then, his inner energy suddenly became slightly turbid. He nearly lost his advantage due to insufficient internal force when using chopsticks. He quickly gathered his inner strength to stabilize the rhythm, secretly alarmed: "This is bad. I was hit by his fierce attack just now, and it seems I am indeed seriously injured. My inner strength is probably running out. Could it be that my efforts, though seemingly insurmountable, have been in vain? I am not even enough to hold out until I defeat him?"

In that moment of hesitation, Mu Yanding suddenly shouted, clenched his fists together, and the iron rings shook with a thunderous sound. Combining the force of his shout, he leaped forward and struck Wen Yuan with his fists, displaying unparalleled power. This attack was Mu Yanding's all-out, desperate strike. Realizing his musical prowess was no match for Wen Yuan's, he was shocked and dejected. Suddenly, he noticed a slight lapse in Wen Yuan's rhythm, and a thought flashed through his mind: "This is my only chance to defeat this brat!" Seizing the opportunity, he unleashed the devastating "Yellow Bell Destruction," clenching his fists with all his might. Ten iron rings shattered simultaneously with a tremendous tremor, the force of his fist sweeping several meters, pressing directly against Wen Yuan's center.

The sound was so deafening that everyone's eardrums throbbed with pain. Sikong Ba's expression changed, and he tried to retreat hastily, but halfway there, he lost his footing and fell to the ground. Di Jiucang, Zhuo Shan, and the others also stumbled and fell.

Wen Yuan, facing the attack head-on, suddenly felt his breath catch in his throat. The powerful blow was upon him. Greatly alarmed, only one thought remained in his mind: "To save Zi Yuan, I cannot lose!" The thought had barely formed when the force of the punch arrived, leaving no room for evasion.

In that instant, Wen Yuan lightly tapped his right hand with chopsticks, sending a teacup flying that struck Mu Yanding's fists. The cup, imbued with the internal energy of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, didn't spill a single drop of tea. Mu Yanding's momentum didn't stop. His eyes widened, and with a long roar, he flicked his clasped fists outwards with a powerful flick like a cannonball. With a series of clattering sounds, the teacup shattered into countless pieces halfway through its flight, the fragments splashing back with a wave of tea.

Hearing these sounds, Wen Yuan felt a surge of chaos in his meridians, his true energy surging uncontrollably. He was even more alarmed: "My skill has reached its limit? How can I completely lose control?" He had no time to think further. He swung his chopsticks repeatedly, sending six teacups flying in a chain reaction, striking Mu Yanding from all directions. However, with a series of crashes and clatters, they were all shattered by the force of the finger flick, water droplets and porcelain shards scattering

everywhere. Hearing the sound, Wen Yuan's energy surged even more violently. His hands loosened, unable to hold the chopsticks, feeling that Mu Yanding's finger force was unstoppable. Suddenly, a surge of true energy rushed up from his dantian, flowing throughout his body and gathering in his palms, leaving him feeling utterly powerless.

At this moment, the "Yellow Bell Destruction" technique arrived. The first finger strike hit Wen Yuan, and he felt a fierce force invading his meridians, his blood throbbing, as if he could hear a sound. Then came the second, the third, the fourth… each incredibly sharp finger strike landed on him. Wen Yuan felt the sound become even clearer, yet his body felt as if it were being torn apart.

In an instant, Wen Yuan's vision went black, and countless sounds echoed in his ears: the gentle words of Xiao Murong before he boarded the ship, the surging waves, the clinking of iron rings, the clatter of chopsticks against a cup, Mu Yanding's furious shouts, the sounds of Sikong Ba and the others falling to the ground, the shattering of teacups, the splashing of water, and even the reactions of his meridians, bones, internal organs, and muscles when he was struck by true energy. A cacophony of sounds followed, some pleasant, some unpleasant, yet he couldn't help but listen, unable to shake them off.

Wen Yuan's mind spun wildly, unsure which sound to listen to. Suddenly, the sound of a pipa string rang in his ears, a unique sound that only Zi Yuan could produce, a heavenly melody. Upon hearing it, all other sounds vanished. He heard it again, and his hands unconsciously rose slightly. He heard it yet again, and Wen Yuan felt refreshed, sensing the rhythm of his blood circulation and mastering the control of his true energy. His heart was filled with joy, and with a casual pluck and flick of his fingers, a clear, resonant zither sound echoed in the air.

He was startled: "I wasn't really playing the zither! Where did this sound come from?" His mind snapped back to reality. Opening his eyes, he saw Mu Yanding lying motionless on the ground, his hands covered in blood, his ten fingers mangled and raw. Turning his head again, he saw Sikong Ba, Di Jiucang, Zhuo Shan, and the others all collapsed to the ground, completely still. Wen Yuan was utterly astonished, staring at Mu Yanding, thinking, "How come they've all fallen? Sikong Ba and the others were stunned by this Mu fellow, but... how come he's fallen too?"

In his bewilderment, he channeled his inner energy, and a surge of energy flowed freely, making him feel refreshed and invigorated, as if bathed in sweet dew. He felt no harm whatsoever; on the contrary, he felt even more energetic, light-footed, and healthy, as if reborn.

Wen Yuan looked down at his hands and suddenly realized that he had unknowingly verified the martial arts within the "Seven-Stringed Zither of Literary and Martial Arts."

Although Wen Yuan already knew the secrets of cultivating internal energy using the "Seven-Stringed Zither of Literary and Martial Arts," it only aided his progress. He had learned it, but hadn't yet applied it properly. He was naturally free-spirited, and from the Seven-Stringed Zither of Literary and Martial Arts, he had gleaned more external skills than internal ones. He had mastered the subtle essence of swordsmanship, palm techniques, and lightness skills, but his understanding of internal energy remained limited, and he hadn't truly applied it.

Internal energy cultivation can be considered the key to advancement in martial arts. Wen Yuan, without guidance, although having gleaned many mysteries from the Wenwu Seven-Stringed Qin, was hampered by his limited knowledge and cultivation level, unable to fully realize its potential. His battle with Mu Yanding, however, allowed him to experience the combination of music and internal energy for the first time. Although Mu Yanding's "Five-Tone Finger Strike" did not align with the principles of the Wenwu Seven-Stringed Qin, the repeated clashes of internal energy allowed Wen Yuan to personally experience the exchange between music and martial arts, giving him a profound sense of enlightenment.

The changing seasons, the movement of the sun and moon, and even all things in heaven and earth follow their own laws, and humans are no exception. What Wen Yuan experienced was the wondrous method of controlling the body's breathing, muscles, and meridians—a far more profound level than his previous method of using the strings of the Wenwu Seven-Stringed Qin to stimulate internal energy for advancement.

In this life-or-death duel, Wen Yuan instinctively counterattacked at the last moment. Understanding the rhythm of Mu Yanding's finger strikes, he pushed back with both palms, the immense force returning and shattering Mu Yanding's hand bones, thus sealing the outcome. Although Wen Yuan was injured first, his injuries weren't too severe, but Mu Yanding suffered unparalleled damage. If not for his strong internal energy foundation, he would have already had all his bones shattered by Wen Yuan's fierce "Yellow Bell Destruction" move. Wen Yuan

looked around and saw everyone on the ship unconscious. He thought, "What should I do with these people? This Senior Mu seems to have great respect for Zi Yuan; I shouldn't harm him for now." Thinking of Zi Yuan, he then remembered, "I heard Zi Yuan's pipa music just now. Was it real, or a hallucination?" For a moment, he couldn't tell. After

a moment's thought, he pressed the acupoints of Sikong Ba and the others to prevent them from waking up and causing trouble. Then he went outside the cabin, intending to check the lower deck to see if Zi Yuan had truly woken up.

Reaching the deck, he saw several sailors lying haphazardly on the ground, also unconscious from Mu Yanding's shock. It seemed Mu Yanding, in his haste to win, hadn't considered the inferior skills of many on board. He glanced around casually and suddenly saw a large four-masted ship slowly approaching from the south. The first sail bore a large embroidered "非" (fei), the second sail also bore the same character, the third sail bore yet another "非," and finally, the fourth sail still bore the same character.

Such blatant audacity would be immediately recognized by anyone in the martial arts world. Wen Yuan sighed, thinking, "One calamity has passed, another arises; it seems they're coming for this ship." After a moment's thought, he immediately rushed down to the hold.

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