Chapter 1115: Gods as Slaves
Seven days later, they were passing Mount Ninesongs.
Yunmen Qianfan was singing softly in a voice that sounded like countless chanting spirits. “Green summits conceal traces of immortals, nine curves twist and turn through the clouds. Emerald waters whisper through the stones, evening clouds gently add color to the trees.”
Her words drifted over Mount Ninesongs, swirling to the summit, curving nine times before landing at the foot of the mountain, where emerald waters flowed in a mighty river. There was a boat on the river, almost like a fallen leaf.
“Senior, that’s Mount Ninesongs. The stream that comes down the mountain has nine bends in it, and when it flows, you can hear the sound of immortal songs. That’s where the name comes from.”[1]
Incense was burning in the boat, and a lantern provided light.
Yunmen Qianfan was playing the zither and simultaneously looking at Xu Qing, who was studying Mount Ninesongs. She was not any less shaken than she had been earlier. Seven days had passed, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the gruish death of that Diling Dynasty elder. He had been a seven-world Smoldering God, but he had died weeping. That... seemed like something that only nine-world Smoldering Gods, those in the great circle, could possibly accomplish.
She was getting the sense that whatever Sir Firedark had done in the Spiritdust Mountains, it was only the tip of the iceberg. And unless they ran into an Imperial Sovereign, she was going to be completely and utterly safe. As a result, the sense of danger within her had grown weaker. In its place came a marvelous sensation of freedom. Now she felt like she was just on nothing more than a pleasant journey.
As she relaxed, she smiled more. It affected her music as well. As the zither song drifted in the wind, it merged with the sound of the water to make something even more pleasant.
Combined with the incense and the lantern, it really made it seem like they were just drifting along without a care in the world.
As Xu Qing listened to the wonderful sounds around him, and gazed at the mountain, he took a sip from his flagon of alcohol.
In contrast to the way Yunmen Qianfan was relaxing, Xu Qing couldn’t stop thinking about real life. Though he was sipping alcohol, his thoughts were actually wrapped up in memories. He was thinking about another time he had traveled on a boat with someone. And he was thinking about the music from that time.[2]