Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Chapter 1516: Chapter 623: Chaotic Sound_2

Ning Zhuo’s sleeve expanded, and the mechanical bird group flew out like dark clouds, quickly spreading across the sky.

Neck Spear Crane, Sleeve Stabbing Kite, Holding Festival Pheasant, Top Wind Kite, Golden Cage Bird!

The five types of mechanical flying birds formed a three-layer formation, pouncing towards Flowing Gold Guest.

For a moment, the bamboo bones chirped lightly, feathers cut through the wind, and gears and spring pieces leaped in the belly in a chain reaction, weaving a dense sound into a curtain of mechanical rain.

Qinghuangzi’s new birds, hurriedly crafted day and night, have been brought here by Ning Zhuo.

Their forms are more refined, their bones tougher, and the internal talismanic pathways are much smoother than the previous two battles. Their appearance made cultivators familiar with mechanisms twitching their eyelids.

"Is Ning Zhuo preparing for a war of attrition?" Shen Xi watched the field, the jade pendant spinning in his palm, "His mechanical flying birds are more numerous than last time, and of better quality."

Lin Jinglong squinted, "If just looking at stockpile, he should not fear losses."

At the seats on Flowing Cloud Peak, many familiar with the inside story had more faith in Flowing Gold Guest.

"Attrition warfare? Haha, we are not afraid at all!"

"However many mechanical birds there are, they are external tools. Flowing Gold Guest now possesses the endurance power that surpasses the world’s Golden Cores with his Golden Blood Pill Pearls."

Flowing Gold Guest raised his hand.

Golden blood erupted from his palm, instantly transforming into thousands of fine needles.

The golden needles pierced through the air, slanting down like a violent rain.

Each needle carried a blood-gold tail light, so dense that it almost perforated the air into sieve holes.

The Neck Spear Crane charged into the needle rain first, with several long-necked mechanisms pierced on the spot, crane necks breaking, bamboo bones and iron axles exploding, components falling to the ground.

The Sleeve Stabbing Kite skimmed low along the ground but was blocked by the golden needles, having to flip and dodge.

The Holding Festival Pheasant had not yet burrowed into the ground, being forced by the needle rain to bounce around, with chaotic spring sounds erupting in its belly.

Clang, clang, clang, clang!

The collision of golden needles with mechanical birds sounded like rapid rain hitting a copper gong, disassembling at a speed visibly fast to the naked eye.

On the stands, many cultivators cheered loudly. The vast majority had come to watch the excitement, not standing on either Ning Zhuo or Flowing Gold Guest’s side.

Flowing Gold Guest initially gaining the upper hand made many cultivators from Flowing Cloud Peak secretly breathe a sigh of relief. Some had eyes shining, spirits invigorated, secretly cheering: "Just keep violently bombarding like this, Flowing Gold Guest!"

Ning Zhuo raised his hand, several mechanical birds fiercely charged, crashing into Flowing Gold Guest.

Flowing Gold Guest did not evade, golden armor covering his body, allowing the attacks to fall on him, with a jingle-jangle noise. The golden light on his body sank, and the mechanical flying birds were shattered into powder.

The Golden Blood Pill Pearl lightly rotated.

The material consumption from the previous transformation of golden blood into needles had already been swiftly compensated.

Ning Zhuo’s expression remained unchanged. He did not feel distressed over the destroyed mechanical birds. The mechanical bird group was originally part of an attrition strategy. Qinghuangzi forged day and night, intending to give him enough capital to trade for time, intelligence, and flaws on the battlefield.

The people of Flowing Cloud Peak, seeing this scene, were even more certain.

Jin Mantang started rotating the bead string in his hand again, a glint of a merchant calculating the account appeared on his face: "Continuing this way, Ning Zhuo’s mechanical flying birds may not hold out first."

Wen Suzhen stared at the vaguely circulating Qi Mechanism in Flowing Gold Guest’s chest and abdomen: "The Golden Blood Pill Pearl after Quasi-Divine Power stage, its endurance far exceeds reasonable Golden Core. Speaking of attrition battles alone, Flowing Gold Guest is now close to the Quasi-Nascent Soul level!"

Yet contrary to their expectations, Flowing Gold Guest did not choose to slowly wear down.

He flipped his right hand, and the Chaotic String Split Sound Fork glowed brilliantly.

This three-pronged weapon had a bizarre appearance, being entirely dark gold, with the fork body slightly twisted, like a golden bone bent and forcibly set.

The outer side of the fork blades was covered with fine sound patterns resembling broken strings, cracked porcelain, and shattered gold, usually silent, but now under the stimulation of the golden blood, the sound patterns lit up layer by layer, revealing a scorching red glow within the dark gold sheen.

Flowing Gold Guest charged into the bird group, sweeping the fork horizontally.

Zheng—

Split sound exploded.

The sound was piercing, unlike weapon collisions, more like dozens of ancient zithers’ strings snapping simultaneously, with breaking sound waves spreading layer upon layer through the air.

The formation of the mechanical bird group was disrupted on the spot, several Sleeve Stabbing Kites, under Ning Zhuo’s sound command, slanted to cut into Flowing Gold Guest’s flank, but were shaken by the split sound into feather trembling confusion, colliding with each other.

The Top Wind Kite suspended high in the air, its wing talismans flashing twice, veered off its original trajectory directly.

"So quickly using the Chaotic String Split Sound Fork?" Ye Qingming lowered her lashes, tea smoke veiling her expression.

Xu Duanchao stood firm with his blade, a flash of cold light passing in his eyes: "He’s afraid."

The Flowing Gold Guest might not want to admit it himself, perhaps he hasn’t even realized it, but the experienced cultivators watching already understood.

He was too intimidated by Ning Zhuo.

This intimidation was hidden beneath his anger. The shadow of the first two battles was too deep, deep enough that despite holding a significant advantage, he was still unwilling to let Ning Zhuo calmly unfold his battle line, still desperate to prove himself!

Ning Zhuo seemed oblivious to the impatience of the Flowing Gold Guest.

He lightly raised his fingers, first invoking the Empty Valley Transmission Skill.

An extremely fine musical command flicked out from his sleeve, first entering the cavity of the foremost Neck Spear Crane. The bamboo bones of the Neck Spear Crane trembled, emitting a clear echo from its sound holes, with the other mechanical birds responding thereafter, the echoes passing layer by layer through bamboo bones, reeds, and hollows, like a mountain breeze sweeping through an empty valley.

Although there was some effect, it was ultimately not polished.

On the left side, one Holding Festival Pheasant was a half-step slow, and when charging along the ground, its landing point was half a foot off. Two Sleeve Stabbing Kites behind received the command too hastily, flipping their wings prematurely, revealing an instant of vulnerability. The Top Wind Kite and Neck Spear Crane differed in model, their sound nodes mismatched, causing the figure to shake after forcibly receiving the transmission, nearly crashing into a shower of golden needles.

The Flowing Gold Guest immediately seized this flaw.

The Blood Transformation Golden Needle fired again, pinning three clusters of mechanical bird groups on the spot.

The cloud stone surface was struck by golden needles, sparking and splattering, bamboo bone fragments rolling across the ground in a cacophony.

Ning Zhuo executed the Bamboo Hole Hidden Sound Skill.

His hand formula rapidly pinched, swiftly hiding musical commands within the abdomen of many mechanical birds.

A Sleeve Stabbing Kite was approached by the Chaotic String Split Sound Fork, its abdomen bamboo hole suddenly emitted a short crisp chirp. The hidden sound triggered, and the Sleeve Stabbing Kite slanted evasively, its iron feather slicing back across the shoulder of the Flowing Gold Guest, bringing forth a streak of golden blood.

Just as an astonished cry sounded from the stands, another mistake occurred on the other side.

A Neck Spear Crane mistakenly triggered the hidden sound - it should not have retreated, yet suddenly folded back, crashing directly into the wing of a Top Wind Kite. The two birds crossed paths in mid-air, and a sweep from the fork of the Flowing Gold Guest sent a fragmentary sound like shattered jade collapsing the sky, scattering both mechanisms simultaneously.

Many snickered, all recognizing that Ning Zhuo was practicing Mechanical Techniques. Clearly, it was not at all refined.

Wen Suzhen saw through it: "This is Mechanical Techniques from the Empty Valley Sound Green Mechanism Tube inheritance. Ning Zhuo hasn’t had the inheritance for long enough."

The Golden Hairpin Old Woman thumped her walking stick to the ground: "Being able to use both skills in such a short time is already impressive. Yet here he is, in the arena of the third battle, still overestimating himself!"

Golden Hairpin Old Woman secretly harbored resentment; Ning Zhuo’s underrating of the Flowing Gold Guest was indirectly disrespecting the entire powerful entity of Flowing Cloud Peak!

In the Martial Arts Arena, the Flowing Gold Guest already held a huge advantage.

The mechanical bird group was forced into a disorderly formation by the Chaotic String Split Sound Fork and golden needles, massively suffering losses. Although there was Spirit Light from Ning Zhuo’s newly learned Mechanical Techniques, it was not yet a true reliance.

Ning Zhuo remained seated calmly on the Green Forest Python Chariot.

He took out the Ancient Zither.

The zither was placed horizontally on his knees, its mirror-like lacquer surface reflecting the chaotic light and shadow of the Martial Arts Arena.

Ning Zhuo raised his finger and touched the strings, the first note was clear as ice spring, the second coarse like torn silk, the third note unexpectedly inserted a discordant bizarre beat between the previous two notes.

Aleng!

Aleng aleng!

Aleng pa, chang si chang, aleng!

The expressions of many cultivators outside the field were full of bewilderment.

The zither sound was suddenly urgent, like a white crane spreading its wings rushing into chaotic clouds, or like a rough copper gong being heavily struck deep in the valley.

Within the standard sound hid noise, a place of chaos within noise.

This was the music skill experience left by the Split Palace Wanderer Demon Soul, absorbed by Ning Zhuo, forcibly integrated into the mechanical coordination.

The Chaotic String Split Sound Fork exploded again.

Ning Zhuo’s zither sound met it head-on.

The two sounds tore at each other in the air, one was broken strings and shattered gold, the other a frantic zither splitting the valley.

The mechanical bird group, originally disrupted, surprisingly found rhythm amid the piercing cacophony. They no longer sought elegant precision but moved like bamboo leaves in the swirling wind, suddenly left suddenly right within the gaps of sound waves, avoiding dense golden needles, continuing to entangle with Flowing Gold Guest.

Many cultivators knowledgeable about sound rhythm furrowed their brows deeply at this moment!

Unpleasant, too unpleasant.

Simply a huge torment to the eardrums.

It’s completely noise!

"How can the world have such terrifying zither sounds? Can a human even produce this?!" Someone covered their ears, almost driven into madness.