Duan Gujin listened for a while and found that the zither music played by Meng Wanzhen was indeed very pleasant to the ear, and moreover, just as he had previously guessed, the music contained a spiritual power that could invigorate one's Divine Soul.

His eyes widened as he carefully scrutinized Meng Wanzhen's movements.

After a while, he discovered that playing the zither music seemed to require the release of Primordial Power.

"That zither is no simple thing!"

He immediately focused his attention on the zither Meng Wanzhen was playing, and after a while, he found that the instrument appeared to be an Extreme Mysterious Weapon.

"Can it be? A zither player using an Extreme Mysterious Weapon?"

He observed carefully for a while, and after a good amount of time, he ascertained that the zither in Meng Wanzhen's hands was truly an Extreme Mysterious Weapon.

His brow furrowed slightly, and after carefully watching for a good while, he found that Meng Wanzhen probably hadn't unleashed the true power of the Extreme Mysterious Weapon.

"Heh, this place is really something else!"

He exhaled and his mind began to race.

Indeed, Meng Wanzhen had some looks, and her cultivation was also high.

But in the eyes of an old hand like Duan Gujin who had seen much of the world, Meng Wanzhen was nothing special. What he cared about was that Meng Wanzhen actually possessed an Extreme Mysterious Weapon.

"In the Jiuzhou Continent here, which sect disciple would use a zither as an Extreme Mysterious Weapon?"

He immediately recalled for a while, and then suddenly remembered someone.

"I remember now, there was once a Demon Cultivator on the Jiuzhou Continent, known as the Piano Demon, who specialized in using zither music to harm others! The reason his zither music was so terrifying was that the instrument was a genuine Extreme Mysterious Weapon."

To ordinary Martial Artists, an Extreme Mysterious Weapon is extremely terrifying.

Such Extreme Mysterious Weapons often have unexpectedly horrifying capabilities, allowing a Martial Artist to unleash twice, or even more, their peak combat power.

For the vast majority of Martial Artists, they do not have special Soul Refining Techniques, and they tend to be not good at resisting Divine Soul Attacks.

Thinking of the zither in Meng Wanzhen's hands being an Extreme Mysterious Weapon, Duan Gujin immediately heightened his vigilance.

At this moment, all the Martial Artists present who heard Meng Wanzhen's zither music were lost in its crisp and pleasant sound, unable to extricate themselves.

Duan Gujin's brow furrowed slightly; despite not sensing any killing intent in the zither music, he still made defensive preparations.

In his previous life, he had seen many experts who wielded precious treasures and attacked with Divine Soul Power. He had watched many enemies, under attack from the Divine Soul, unable to resist, easily having their lives taken away by their opponent.

Time passed slowly, and after a moment, Meng Wanzhen stopped playing.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the three songs have ended, and next, our singers will come onstage to perform for everyone!"

Soon after, the master of ceremonies came forward to announce that the singers would be performing next.

The audience below did not leave immediately; they knew that the performances of the singers at Chenxiang Palace were very exciting, and these singers dressed revealingly, showcasing their perfect figures.

"Brother Duan, you don't need to be so tense! I noticed just now you seemed quite tense? Did you spot an old flame?"

Yan Dapang's voice reached Duan Gujin's ears, who instantly replied: "No, I just thought I saw someone I knew!"

"Oh, what kind of acquaintance? Tell me about it!"

Yan Dapang immediately showed interest.

A black line formed on Duan Gujin's forehead; he was just worried that the zither in Meng Wanzhen's hands was an Extreme Mysterious Weapon, so he had been on guard.

"I had a vision blurriness! My eyes were blurry just now!"

Duan Gujin quickly answered.

"You aren't going to claim you have an old flame up there, are you?"

Yan Dapang didn't believe Duan Gujin had blurry vision because he knew Duan Gujin was genuinely a Martial Saint in cultivation.

He wouldn't believe that a Martial Saint could have blurry vision at a distance of less than twenty meters; his mind raced, thinking that it's highly likely one of Duan Gujin's old flames was on the stage.

Seeing one's old flame performing on the stage to please the crowd would make any man feel uncomfortable inside.

After all, those who can enter this place are all either rich or noble, and they will naturally smash their wealth on the young girls on stage.

Not every girl in this world, when facing a vast amount of wealth right before their eyes, clearly within reach, will give it up.

At least, he, Yan Dapang, has by now taken down quite a few girls who he once viewed as goddesses; he is now an old hand in the worldly society.

Duan Gujin hastily waved his hands, saying, "No, you really misunderstood earlier!"

Right now, he really couldn't explain to Yan Dapang. He couldn't possibly say he suspected that the zither in Meng Wanzhen's hands was an Extreme Mysterious Weapon.

Firstly, he had no evidence to prove that the zither in Meng Wanzhen's hands was an Extreme Mysterious Weapon.

Secondly, even if that zither truly was an Extreme Mysterious Weapon, what would that prove?

"It's nothing, let's keep watching the dancing girl!"

Duan Gujin quickly changed the subject, his gaze sweeping around when suddenly, he saw a middle-aged man not far away waving at him.

Upon getting a clear look at the man's appearance, he immediately inhaled sharply.

"Shi Potian, how could he be here?"

What he saw now was Shi Potian's actual appearance, and he naturally recognized the middle-aged man greeting him as Shi Potian.

"Duan Gujin, you came here, I have something I need to discuss with you!"

As he marveled, the voice transmission from Shi Potian reached his ear.

Duan Gujin immediately told Yan Dapang that he had a friend here, then he walked towards Shi Potian's location.

Sitting next to Shi Potian, he quickly sent a secret voice transmission to inquire.

"How come you are here? Don't you know that there is a manhunt outside?"

Duan Gujin felt astonished by Shi Potian's audacity.

"What should I be afraid of? It won't be just anyone who can recognize me; I actually wish for someone to recognize me! You can rest assured, I always wear a mask with every move I make!"

Shi Potian said carelessly.

Hearing this, beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on Duan Gujin's forehead.

"How much is your cultivation now?"

Shi Potian asked softly.

"I've reached the First Level of Martial Saint! What about you?"

Duan Gujin answered honestly.

"Martial Saint Third Level!"

Shi Potian stated indifferently.

Duan Gujin inhaled sharply upon hearing this; he finally understood why Shi Potian was so brazen and reckless—it was because his cultivation had already reached the Martial Saint Third Level.

He believed that with Shi Potian's abilities, even if he could not defeat his enemies, he could still escape easily.

"What are you doing here?"

Duan Gujin asked curiously.

"So, you're allowed to come here to admire beauties, and I'm not?"

Shi Potian replied with a cold snort.

"I came with friends; I was just curious!"

Duan Gujin quickly explained.

"Stop explaining, we're all men here, we understand everything!"

Shi Potian looked at Duan Gujin with contempt, as if Duan Gujin was a man pretending to be proper.

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