Max Level Return—I'll Protect That Fragile One

”Let me try.”

Xu Xingguang took out an exquisitely beautiful piano shimmering with starlight from the Reincarnation Fragment.

Huo Wen’an’s eyes lit up, ”I’ve never seen you use it. What is it called?”

Xu Xingguang lovingly caressed her beloved piano.

She had only been awake for a year.

A year ago, she was still living on the Holy Spirit Continent.

”It’s called Jing Hong.” She sighed, ”It turns out that successfully playing the Soul Suppressing Song is the reason the Reincarnation Mirror sent me to the Xu Family on the Holy Spirit Continent to become a top pianist.”

Song Chi was confused. ”What is the Holy Spirit Continent?”

Huo Wen’an said, ”When elders speak, juniors should not inquire.”

Song Chi sneered.

Xu Xingguang sat on the piano bench and said, ”I need to try to find the feeling.” She only remembered a vague melody and might not be able to play the Soul Suppressing Song completely.

She recalled the melody she heard on the seventh floor of the Sacrificial Tower in her mind, her fingers playing on the black and white keys, the crude melody echoing intermittently throughout the underground tomb.

Gradually, Xu Xingguang could play that fragment perfectly and fluently.

She closed her eyes, repeatedly playing the same movement, while her memory traveled back to the scene of the fifth lifetime, back to the day of Divine Hidden Crane’s father’s burial.

On that day, she went with her Marshal father to the funeral. In front of the old Monarch’s tomb, the first musician of the Divine Xia Country knelt before an ancient zither. With a solemn expression, his fingers plucked the strings, and a ethereal divine sound echoed in everyone’s ears.

Xu Xingguang tried hard to remember that melody. Without needing to write music, she directly closed her eyes, her fingers following muscle memory, fluently playing a mournful and ethereal Soul Suppressing Song on the black-and-white keys!

Dong——

As the music reached its peak, Huo Wen’an and Song Chi looked up toward the Nocturnal Palace as if sensing something.

They saw that in the windless and waveless underground tomb, a grey-white sandstorm suddenly arose, enveloping many scattered bones.

Song Chi exclaimed, ”The whole city’s white bones are flying!”

The city’s white bones, blown by the whirlwind, drifted toward the back mountain of the Nocturnal Palace, sinking automatically into the burial pit.

They finally found peace.

When the music ended, Xu Xingguang opened her eyes, her eyes a bright red.

Putting away her beloved piano, Xu Xingguang stood up and said, ”The entrance to the underground treasure room is in that burial pit.”

The three of them headed straight for the burial pit and saw a door sunk into the ground among a heap of bones. After bowing once to the spirits in the burial pit, Huo Wen’an held Xu Xingguang and Song Chi as they jumped into the pit.

Approaching the sunken stone door, Huo Wen’an once again inserted the Divine Hidden Sword, and at that moment, the entire layout of the underground tomb changed.

The 108 Heaven-Reaching Pillars suddenly moved positions, forming two neat rows, leading from the city gate to the tomb chamber, which was the room where the Empress rested.

The three quickly ran back to the Empress’s chamber and saw an underground staircase extending from the Empress’s coffin down into the depths.

”Let’s go!” Xu Xingguang took down an Everlasting Lamp from the Heaven-Reaching Pillar and led Huo Wen’an and Song Chi into the underground passage.

As they went deeper, Huo Wen’an’s expression grew more pained.

Walking in front, Xu Xingguang didn’t notice Huo Wen’an’s abnormality, but Song Chi saw a thin layer of sweat forming on Huo Wen’an’s neck. Even his shirt was soaked with sweat.

”Uncle, are you feeling unwell?” Song Chi felt that Huo Wen’an’s condition was off.

Upon hearing this, Xu Xingguang turned around and noticed that Huo Wen’an’s face had suddenly become much paler, with beads of sweat rolling off his nose, looking as if possessed or ghost-stricken.

”Brother A Zui,” Xu Xingguang said, ”perhaps you should wait here for us.”

Huo Wen’an shook his head, ”No need, I’m just feeling a bit uncomfortable, a bit fearful...” He asked Xu Xingguang, ”Do you guys have this feeling?”

Xu Xingguang shook her head, and Song Chi also said, ”No.”

Song Chi said, ”Boss, there’s something spooky in here, could it be that Uncle is bewitched?” Even the atheist Song Chi started to feel a little superstitious after everything they had recently experienced.

”It’s not bewitchment,” she said, ”Your condition is somewhat akin to having breached a forbidden technique.”

”Forbidden technique?” Song Chi was puzzled.

Xu Xingguang supported Huo Wen’an as they continued inward, saying as they walked, ”The people of the Divine Martial Realm gained supernatural abilities after being infected by meteorites, but the Divine Hidden Clan already possessed a powerful ability long before that.”

”What is it?” Song Chi was curious like a child.

Xu Xingguang glanced at Huo Wen’an and said, ”Have you heard of shedding the golden cicada or metamorphosis into a butterfly? The Divine Hidden Clan is named so because an ancestor awakened the ability of ’Divine Concealment.’ Those with Divine Concealment ability can die but their souls remain undying.”