Chapter 795 - It Is the Wave That Propels the Boat Not the Paddles.

Chapter 795: It Is the Wave That Propels the Boat Not the Paddles.
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Sparrow Translations 
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Fang Zhengzhi quickly discovered the disciple in green that had collapsed onto the ground. She was sweating profusely, and her dress was covered in blood. She was either severely injured or on the verge of death.

Did my singing really kill her?
Fang Zhengzhi was shocked. It was like he had discovered a brand-new world, and he felt pleasantly surprised and yet complicated.
He was pleasantly surprised because he just found out that he could actually kill them with his singing. If he had known that, he would have sung a complete song and destroyed the entire Ling Yun Tower
However, he felt complicated because… Because he couldn’t understand how such a nice song managed to kill someone.
Although Fang Zhengzhi didn’t understand why it happened. Despite so, he wasn’t naïve enough to believe that the disciple was wounded by his singing.
However, the disciples of Ling Yun Tower seemed to know what was going on. In fact, several other disciples turned pale as well, looking like they were about to die.

Pftt!
Another disciple threw up blood and collapsed onto the ground.

Another one?
Fang Zhengzhi blinked his eyes, unable to believe what he saw. This was too creepy!

Why is this happening?


Is my singing that bad?


That’s impossible!

Fang Zhengzhi was confident of his voice. Although his artistic talent was incomparable to Yun Qingwu, he could do well as a street performer at the very least.
He wouldn’t believe that his singing was bad enough to kill someone.
However, the reality was… People actually died!
Moreover, two people had already died, and three more were about to follow their footsteps. This made things awkward.

Wait!


Could it be… Sound waves?!

Fang Zhengzhi was wondering if the sound wave had somehow injured these disciples and killed them.
Although this was hardly a valid explanation, it wasn’t entirely impossible.
After all, he was educated in the 21st century, where anyone who knew a thing about physics had learned about sound waves.
Facts were based on trials and results.
The only way to test his theory out was to try again.
While Fang Zhengzhi was engrossed in his thoughts, the disciples standing at the front started calming the others down.

Stay focused!


Calm your mind and your breath!


Don’t listen to his nonsense and fall for his trap!

After their reminder, the disciples who looked so pale as if they were going to die suddenly regained their composures.
After that, a silvery white light appeared as someone shouted,
Move!
again.
Buzz!
The spot of silvery white light started spreading into the crowd, covering the entire area in mere moments.

Yo? Are you guys moving again? Let’s follow my tempo and move together!
Fang Zhengzhi blurted that out without thinking.
Although he wasn’t sure if sound wave had actually killed the two disciples, he was certain that his comments and singing were definitely part of the cause.
In that case… He was going to keep singing!

Shake it off, shake it off, let us shake it off! La la la… Where is the tempo? Look at my hands and shake it off…
Fang Zhengzhi didn’t forget to shake his hip and butt while he was singing.
Of course, he didn’t forget about the core component of the test. A silvery-white light appeared on his body while he was shaking.
However, the silvery white light seemed to be shaking. It looked like a dancing little white snake.

Pftt!
A disciple in green spewed blood and collapsed onto the ground like the other two before her.
The only difference was that she wasn’t covered in blood unlike the previous disciples. She was covered by a silvery white frost and her face was extremely pale.

I thought so!
Fang Zhengzhi wasn’t bothered by how she died. He was having a good time singing and dancing.
He even decided to innovate.
The pain and suffering of many ancestors and pioneers had taught us that those who refused to change will eventually be destroyed by a new era.
Therefore, it was important for every aspiring youth to innovate and put forth new ideas. They also had to put their ideas into practice.
Fang Zhengzhi was definitely such a young man, so he decided to make his songs more rhythmic and intense.
He chose a legendary song from his previous life, which was said to be legendary because of its lyrics and the ridiculous facial expressions involved in singing it.
Fang Zhengzhi was quite talented in this area. Although he couldn’t replicate it perfectly, he wasn’t too far off.
The singing commenced!

Ayo….Aiyoeh, wub wub wub wub, dub dub dub dub, lubba lubba lubba…


…

Fang Zhengzhi felt like the center of attention the moment he started singing, even though he had been in the limelight since the beginning.
However, the key difference this time was that half of Ling Yun Tower’s disciples’ faces changed before he could even finish half of his song.
A whopping 50% of them!
Fang Zhengzhi expected this song to be extremely lethal, but the results still exceeded his expectations.

Don’t be distracted by his song! Calm down!


Calm down now!


Try your best to keep his voice out of your mind, try…


Pftt!

While the disciples standing in the front were yelling at those behind them, they were interrupted by the sound of someone spurting blood.
Afterward, more and more disciples started vomiting blood too.
That was because Fang Zhengzhi didn’t stop singing. In fact, his voice was overpowering the disciples of Ling Yun Tower.

Pftt!


Pftt!


…

One by one, the disciples in green collapsed. They were all pale as a sheet and covered by a thick layer of frost. Every one of them was severely injured.

What the hell… Is this guy made of?
Lin Mubai’s eyeballs almost popped out of his eye sockets when he saw the disciples in green dropping to the ground.
He had never been so shocked before, that he was starting to question whether the world had changed.
Why was he unharmed?
Lin Mubai knew about melodic attacks, but those were supposed to injure an entire group of people rather than being a targeted attack. The aggressor had no control over the melodic attack’s targets.
To put it bluntly… If Fang Zhengzhi was attacking them with music, Lin Mubai and Ping Yang shouldn’t have been spared from it. However, he was completely unscathed.
If it wasn’t a melodic attack, why did the disciples collapse? Could this get any creepier?
Most importantly, what was that song?!
As the emperor of Great Xia Dynasty, Lin Mubai thought that he had already heard every single tune in the world. However, he felt like his understanding of the world was completely revolutionized when he heard Fang Zhengzhi’s song. In fact, he was even questioning the validity of his title of an emperor.

Father, could there be someone more shameless than this guy?
Ping Yang’s face also turned bright red as she looked at Fang Zhengzhi, who was singing to his heart’s content.

Definitely not!


Are you so sure about that?


Yup. Your father might not be sure about anything else, but… I’m definitely sure about that!
Lin Mubai nodded and said that confidently.
…
The stalemate finally ended after Fang Zhengzhi’s lethal singing. Furthermore, his singing kept coming nonstop just like ocean waves.
Qian Ye’s face was extremely black.
In fact, since she took over as the leader of Ling Yun Tower, her face hadn’t been so black before.
Surprisingly, she didn’t stop the test, which was obviously going bad for Ling Yun Tower. She just gritted her teeth and went on with it.
Meanwhile, Fang Zhengzhi was already having a good time fooling around with the test.
Since he had managed to kill over 20 disciples with a single song, he was wondering what would happen if he immediately followed up with another song.
Fang Zhengzhi wanted to find out, and so he did.

I’m the monkey king… I’m the monkey king… I live in the Mountain of Flowers and Fruits. I found the Golden… Golden Cudgel… And I love it, I love it, I love it…

The song had to be accompanied by numerous expressions and body movements, and Fang Zhengzhi wasn’t shy to perform. He completely engrossed himself in this epic visual and aural performance.
However, the disciples of Ling Yun Tower obviously couldn’t appreciate art very well. Even though Fang Zhengzhi did his best, they still failed to comprehend the essence of the performance.
Therefore… The results were obvious.
A whole bunch of disciples in green started dropping to the ground with their eyes wide open and their faces pale.
They were extremely unwilling to accept this outcome, or rather, they were embarrassed of themselves.
Fang Zhengzhi wasn’t aware of their feelings. In fact, when he had just arrived at Ling Yun Tower, he actually felt that the disciples of Ling Yun Tower were mentally tough.
In that case, why were they susceptible to his singing?
Was sound wave really the cause?
Fang Zhengzhi believed that it was possible. However, for some reason, he felt that this explanation was just a tiny bit away from the truth.
This was because he finally realized, after more and more disciples had collapsed, that each group of disciples sustained different injuries.
Some of them were covered in blood as if they were stabbed, while some were frozen.
Apart from that… some were struck by lightning, burned, or knocked out. There were all sorts of injuries, and it seemed to be changing every once in a while.
If soundwave was truly the culprit, why did they sustain different injuries?
Fang Zhengzhi was still puzzled, so he glanced at the disciples while he continued singing.
Then, he noticed something.

That’s it!
Fang Zhengzhi realized what was going on almost instantaneously. This was because the injuries that the disciples sustained as they collapsed were related to the
Dao
they were using.
To put it simply, the disciples didn’t seem to be injured by Fang Zhengzhi’s singing. It felt like they were injured by their own Dao.

They are killing themselves?

Fang Zhengzhi wasn’t convinced that that was possible. However, the disciples’ injuries were actually related to their Dao.
When it was a fire Dao technique, the disciples that had fallen were burned. When the Dao technique was either water or ice, the disciples were either drenched or frozen.
That was weird.
Did they really injure themselves? That shouldn’t be possible, because the probability of that happening was too small.
That could have happened to one of them, but it wouldn’t make sense if it happened to so many disciples.
Fang Zhengzhi knew that there was an unanswered question, and its answer could explain how the disciples of Ling Yun Tower were able to use the same Dao techniques.
However, what was the question?
If soundwave wasn’t the true cause, why did his singing injure these disciples? What was the real reason that they had collapsed?

Wait a minute!


It’s not my singing!

Realization dawned on Fang Zhengzhi. He remembered that the expressions of the disciples changed even before he started singing. It happened while he was spouting nonsense to them.
However, his nonsense didn’t seem to be as effective as his singing, which was why he disregarded its effectiveness.