Chapter 126: Seventh-Order Essence Spectrum!

  "Uh-huh!" Ye Lan nodded.

  "If Little Tiger wakes up and goes crazy again, come find me right away!" Xiao Yun warned.

  "Don't worry, there's Gezhong brother guarding at Xiaohu's house!"

  Xiao Yun nodded slightly and walked away on the mountain path, Ye Lan stood at the foot of the mountain, watching Xiao Yun disappear into the darkness before turning back to the village.

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  "When the devil enters one's mind, it should be similar to what Le Yu said about being possessed by a demon?"

  Back at the wooden hut on the mountain, Xiao Yun felt no fatigue, took out paper and pen, and began to study the fine spectrum of "Qing Xin Pu Shan Zhou" under the lamp. Recalling the small tiger's frantic appearance just now, it was like a zombie without humanity in a horror movie, which really gave people a chilling feeling.

  A few days ago, in order to be convenient and quick, Xiao Yun only transcribed some tunes into a semi-simplified score of the Ling level, with 4-6 levels of complexity. The power of this score is smaller than that of a precise score, but greater than that of a simplified score, falling somewhere in between. It can be called a complex score. However, based on Xiao Yun's previous attempts, even a six-level complex score could only temporarily suppress the demonic insects inside Xiao Hu's body and not drive them out.

  Xiao Yun was still full of confidence in the "Qing Xin Pu Shan Zhou". Even if the complex score didn't work, he could spend some time refining it. Two days' time should have been enough for him to refine the "Qing Xin Pu Shan Zhou" into an eighth-level refined score.

  However, since I promised to hand over the score to Ye Bai by tomorrow evening so that he can get familiar with it, time is a bit rushed. Xiao Yun didn't plan to compose an eighth-level masterpiece either; composing a seventh-level piece should be enough.

  To know that the seventh rank has ascended to the level of Tianlai, there is a qualitative difference with the sixth rank's Guanliang. Furthermore, if the seventh rank is not enough, he will further refine it without delay. Even if the magic insect is powerful, it is only an insect, and it should be able to withstand the purification of the Qingxin Pusan mantra.

  There are still many Buddhist music scores in memory, but Xiao Yun doesn't believe he can save Xiaohu!

  Under the oil lamp, Xiao Yun sometimes wielded his brush to write quickly, and sometimes closed his eyes to think deeply. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, humming a tune in his mouth, and soon he became immersed in that self-forgetting musical world.

  A loud crowing of a rooster came from the village below, Xiao Yun raised her head to take a look, and found that the oil lamp had gone out at some point, and it was already daylight outside.

  Unbeknownst to him, the night had already passed, Xiao Yun stretched his waist, yawned, rubbed his neck, and looked at the unfinished score on the table. The work of one night, the seven-tiered fine spectrum was already half-written, only the tail of the curse remained incomplete.

  With a satisfied smile on his face, Xiao Yun yawned repeatedly. Only now did he feel a bit tired, his head dizzy and heavy. He decided to take a nap first and write later. Just one more incantation, he'd wake up from his nap and continue writing then.

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  Early in the morning, Ye Lan brought trouble to Xiao Yun. Seeing that Xiao Yun was still sleeping and there was an unfinished musical composition on the table, she knew that Xiao Yun must have stayed up all night, so she didn't wake him up. She put down the food box and left.

  Xiao Yun slept soundly until noon, but was finally awakened by Ye Lan's urgent cries. Rubbing her eyes and sitting up, she saw Ye Lan's flustered expression and knew what had happened without needing to ask.

  "Xiao, Big Brother Xiao, Little Tiger, Little Tiger has gone mad again!" Ye Lan panted and shouted, apparently having run all the way up. At this moment, she couldn't care less about disturbing Xiao Yun's peaceful sleep, because something big had indeed happened.

  Xiao Yun didn't say a word, rubbed his face and followed Ye Lan out of the room door towards the village.

  "My goodness, Little Tiger, don't scare Mom like this! How can Mom live with you being like this?!"

  As soon as he walked into Xiaohu's house, he heard a woman crying loudly. From the room to his right came the sound of something crashing to the ground with a loud clang.

  Inside the house.

  Ye Bai and Ye Changqing were also in the house, the father of Zhuo Zhu and Hu Zi, holding down Xiao Hu tightly on the bed, while a woman next to them was crying loudly on the ground.

  "Hold him down, whatever you do, don't let him get away!"

  Ye Bai Shou stood at the door, while Ye Chang Qing was inside directing in a flurry. The iron chain on Xiao Hu's body had disappeared, and the force with which he struggled was astonishing. Zhuo Zhu and Hu Fu, two robust men, were barely able to hold him down. The tables, chairs, bottles, and jars inside the house had all been smashed to the ground.

  "What's wrong?" Xiao Yun pushed open the door and entered.

  Ye Bai turned around and almost bumped into the door. Seeing Xiao Yun appear, he hastily said, "The demon insect is wreaking havoc, quickly suppress it."

  "Mr. Xiao, please, save my son!" The tiger mother saw Xiangyun and immediately crawled over, as if she had seen a great savior.

  "Don't worry!"

  Looking over at the bed, Little Tiger was being pressed down by two big men, and he still had the strength to struggle, sometimes roaring loudly, sometimes gritting his teeth tightly, with a mouthful of blood, his body's veins bulging, his face turning dark green, and his eyes had also regained their crimson color.

  Xiao Yun didn't waste any words, the space inside was too narrow to move around freely, so he took out the Feng Ming Xiao and played the Qing Xin Pu Shan Zhou. One by one, beautiful notes flew out from the flute, transforming into pale yellow light circles that converged on the small tiger in a frenzy, slowly washing over it from head to toe.

  Little Tiger gradually stopped struggling and by the time Xiao Yun finished her song, Little Tiger had fallen asleep once again.

  Zhuang Zhu and Hu Fu finally got up, exhausted, and looked at the little tiger with disheveled clothes and bruises all over his body. Everyone fell silent for a moment, unable to bear the sight.

  "Quickly get a rope and tie him up!" Ye Bai said with a stern face.

  Zhuang Zhu and Hu Fu quickly picked up the iron chain that had been thrown aside, and together they tied Little Tiger up again.

  "Hmph! Not enough to succeed, but more than enough to fail!" Seeing the iron chain locked in place, Ye Bai let out a light hum, not knowing who he was saying it to, and directly turned around to pull Xiao Yun out.

  Zhuang Zhu and Hu Fu both smiled bitterly upon hearing this, while Hu Mu's face was filled with sorrow.

  "Senior, what's going on?" Several people walked out of the house, Xiao Yun was somewhat puzzled, what could make Old Man Bai so angry?

  Ye Bai's face was filled with discontent, Ye Changqing smiled wryly and said, "Guanghua sister pitied Xiaohu, last night she secretly removed the iron chain from Xiaohu's body. This removal wasn't a big deal, but Xiaohu had just woken up and gone mad, if it weren't for making a commotion that startled Shuangzi awake, perhaps Shuangzi would have been killed by him in a daze."

  So that's why Ye Bai got angry, but the matter is also understandable. The tiger mother was out of concern for her son, and no matter what, maternal love can be forgiven, and since it was discovered in time, the situation didn't worsen.

  "Little brother, are you ready with the score?" Ye Bai asked Xiao Yun, "Xiao Hu has not eaten for a whole day, and it can't be delayed like this."

  Xiao Yun listened and said, "Don't worry, senior. I will deliver the score to your hands tonight."

  "Very good!" Ye Bai nodded and turned to face Ye Lan, "Lan'er, you stay here and guard, don't let Gui Hua untie the iron chain on Xiao Hu Zi's body again."

  "Yes!"

  Ye Lan nodded and turned around to enter the house.

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  The night was deep, the flat round moon hung obliquely in the sky, and the clear moonlight poured into the house through the window lattice. Ye Bai stood in front of the window, holding the bamboo flute score that Xiao Yun had just sent over, studying it carefully.

  "Old White, how is it?" After a while, Ye Changqing, who was sitting at the table behind Ye Bai, asked with some restraint.

  Ye Bai turned around, but his eyes didn't leave the sheet music, "This Buddhist score is indeed exquisite, I must study it thoroughly tonight."

  "Will this really drive away the evil insects?" Ye Changqing asked.

  Ye Bai shook his head, "It's hard to say for now, but the problem shouldn't be too big. Exorcising evil spirits is a specialty of Buddhism."

  "Let the white elder focus on his studies, I'll go take a look at Little Tiger!" Ye Changqing said.

  Ye Bai waved his hand, "Remember to go and invite Elder Yan out of seclusion tomorrow!"

  "Hmm!"

  Ye Changqing nodded and then retreated, leaving only Ye Bai alone in the room, quietly studying the flute score in his hand.

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  The next day at noon.

  After a night of rest and rejuvenation, Xiao Yun was in high spirits when he arrived at Xiaohu's house, where Ye Bai and the others were already waiting.

  "Senior, how is it?" Xiao Yun asked Ye Bai.

  Ye Bai nodded his head and smiled, indicating that there was no problem. His natal chart happened to be the Reed Insect, and with his level of attainment as a Bug Master in the later stages, it wasn't too difficult for him to learn a 7th-level tune overnight.

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