Chapter 56 The Remnant Soul Within the Space

She loved music from a young age, especially playing the zither, which was a magical artifact her mother had personally crafted for her, named Fuxian.

However, at the time she thought that she was destined not to live past sixteen, so making a contract with it would be a waste, so she did not make a contract with it.

Today is the perfect day to use it to obtain Nan Chuli's blood.

Lu Fuyue looked up at him, but quickly noticed that Nan Chuli had been staring blankly at the zither for a moment.

Could he really be the incarnation of the Water Harp String?

Lu Fuyue pursed her lips, raised her hand and touched the strings of the zither, "Music is about the meaning in the music. I just took a close look at the score, and I'm afraid it's impossible to express the longing and love in this piece."

"Why don't you demonstrate for me, Your Highness?"

Nan Chuli was slightly taken aback, and her gaze towards Lu Fuyue became more complicated. "Okay."

He then picked up the zither from the table with both hands, slowly lowered his eyes, and began to stroke the strings.

As the piano music began, a feeling of unrequited love welled up from the strings, like a surging river, but gradually subsided, like a gentle mountain stream.

A gust of wind blew, and the pear blossoms outside the house fluttered in the air, falling to the ground and covering it in white.

Just as the music was reaching its peak, suddenly there was a sharp crack, the string snapped, and drops of bright red blood dripped from Nan Chuli's fingertips onto the string.

Nan Chuli's expression changed drastically; the zither broke... their love was severed... perhaps this was fate...

However, Lu Fuyue did not notice his emotional change; her gaze was fixed on the few drops of blood dripping from Nan Chuli's fingertips.

Lu Fuyue's eyes darkened slightly, and she secretly cast a spell with her hand hidden in her sleeve, obtaining a drop of blood.

After a moment, Nan Chuli came to her senses, a hint of apology flashing in her eyes, "Miss Lu, I'm sorry."

Then he took out a handkerchief from his bosom and wiped the blood off the strings.

After receiving the blood, Lu Fuyue looked up at him and slowly said, "It's alright. Perhaps the strings have been worn for too long. Your Highness, there's no need to blame yourself."

She then looked at Nan Chuli's still bleeding fingers and said, "Your Highness, why don't you stop the bleeding first?"

Nan Chuli paused almost imperceptibly in her hand movements, then quickly wiped the blood off the strings before stopping the bleeding from her fingertips.

He then looked up at Lu Fuyue gently and said, "Since I broke this zither, why don't I repair it and return it to Miss Lu?"

Lu Fuyue was silent for a moment, then shook her head, "No need, I'll fix this zither myself."

Seeing this, Nan Chuli stopped insisting. He paused for a moment and said, "Since I broke the strings of your zither, Miss, let's postpone today's zither and flute duet until you have time."

A hint of surprise flashed in Lu Fuyue's eyes, but she quickly understood.

Others have their reasons for doing things, and as long as they don't threaten her, it's none of her business.

So Lu Fuyue nodded, "Okay."

...

After Nan Chuli left, Lu Fuyue cast a protective barrier over the courtyard and then entered the space.

Inside the small bamboo house, she summoned the Weak Water Zither and dripped her blood onto it, only to find that a tiny bit of the blood had melted into the Weak Water Zither.

A hint of doubt flashed in her eyes. So, is Nan Lichu really him?

She then summoned Shuize, who was the most suitable person to ask about this matter, as he was the spirit of the Weak Water Harp.

When Shui Ze appeared beside Lu Fuyue, he saw the drop of blood and immediately understood what had happened.

With a flick of his sleeve, the drop of blood on the Weak Water Zither instantly appeared in mid-air, emitting a faint aquamarine light.

Shui Ze looked at the drop of blood and slowly said, "He is not the incarnation of Shui Qinxian, but he does possess Shui Qinxian's spiritual power."

"This means that he had been in contact with or used water strings."

Lu Fuyue's eyes darkened slightly, "The clue to Shui Qinxian lies with Nan Chuli."

However, at that moment, Shui Ze seemed to sense something, his expression changed, and a burst of spiritual energy slammed into the painting on the wall.

Upon seeing this, Lu Fuyue immediately realized something was wrong and quickly picked up the Weak Water Zither to prepare to make a move.

When Lu Fuyue realized that the remnant soul that had helped Mo Qianci was imprisoned by the spiritual power of the water, a look of surprise appeared on her face.

"It's you! You're still alive?"

Shui Ze was also somewhat surprised, as this remnant soul was supposed to be bound to Mo Qianci by a soul contract.

If one dies, the other must also die. Yet this remnant soul survived and is hiding in this space, which shows that he has quite a few trump cards up his sleeve.

When Elder Xuan realized he had been discovered, he stopped struggling. After all, his cultivation level had already dropped to the Qi Refining stage, and he couldn't even beat that little girl, let alone a powerful artifact spirit.

Once a cultivator dies, he is truly dead. Having lived for tens of thousands of years, he naturally understands the meaning of adaptability.

So Elder Xuan looked up at Lu Fuyue and slowly said, "How about we make a deal? You spare my life, and I'll show you a way to survive."

Upon hearing this, Lu Fuyue's expression changed slightly, and her gaze toward Elder Xuan turned colder. Elder Xuan, as the golden finger arranged by Heaven for Mo Qianci, naturally had abilities; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to survive.

Out of caution, she would neither refuse rashly nor accept easily.

"What way out?"

Elder Xuan burst into laughter, then stared intently at Lu Fuyue, scrutinizing her from head to toe. “I sense the aura of the Path of Ruthlessness on you.”

"But I have lived for tens of thousands of years and have never seen anyone successfully ascend to immortality using the Path of Ruthlessness. Do you know why?"

Although Shui Ze, as a spirit of the artifact, was not clear about the human cultivators, he knew a little about them.

The Path of Ruthlessness does not belong to any of the Three Thousand Great Daos, nor is it under the control of the Heavenly Dao. He had indeed never heard of anyone cultivating the Path of Ruthlessness.

But for Lu Fuyue, the Path of Ruthlessness was her best choice.

Because only the Path of Ruthlessness is not restricted by the Heavenly Dao, once successful, one can transcend the Three Realms and Five Elements and achieve true immortality.

Lu Fuyue pursed her lips. She had heard this sentence several times since her rebirth.

The red-robed senior at the bottom of the endless cliff, her master, and that green-robed senior—they had all spoken of it, but none of them had ever told her the reason behind it.

Looking back now, the key to why the ruthless path could not successfully attain enlightenment is quite mysterious.

When Elder Xuan saw Lu Fuyue's condition, he knew that Lu Fuyue would survive.

"Swear on your Dao heart that if I tell you the secrets of the Path of Ruthlessness, you will release me, how about that?"

Lu Fuyue looked at him and smiled gently, "You've lived for tens of thousands of years, so your scheming and knowledge are definitely far superior to mine. How do I know you're not lying to me?"

Upon hearing this, Elder Xuan suddenly felt a touch of admiration for the little girl who had killed the chosen one of destiny.

Sometimes the most terrifying thing in the cultivation world is not the opponent, but the human heart. Being constantly vigilant about everything around you is often the biggest trump card for survival.