The transmigrated wife is crazy and ruthless.

Chapter 407 My darlings, go to sleep.

Deep in the bamboo forest, mist swirls around.

A rustic wooden inn can be vaguely seen in a lush bamboo forest.

This inn is small, but it exudes a certain elegance, with wind chimes hanging from the eaves that tinkle gently in the breeze.

However, this tranquility has now been broken.

The vast army surrounded the entire bamboo forest like a tidal wave, making it completely impenetrable.

The neighing of warhorses and the whispers of soldiers intertwined to create a chilling atmosphere.

The torches illuminated the night sky, their lights twinkling in the darkness, looking from afar like a sky full of fireflies dancing in the air.

But these "fireflies" carry a suffocating sense of oppression.

The inn was dimly lit inside and out, with a few rays of yellow light shining through the half-open windows.

The warm color scheme should have made people feel at ease.

But in this situation, it is more like the calm before the storm.

Yelü Deguang, leading thousands of troops, sat upright on his horse.

He smiled and spoke with great friendliness.

However, the coldness in his eyes revealed the murderous intent hidden in his heart.

The bamboo leaves rustled in the wind, seemingly sighing for the impending bloodshed.

The soldiers outside the inn held their breath, every breath and every movement could be the key to life or death.

Qiu Ziyue continued playing her jade flute amidst the thousands of soldiers surrounding her.

Tao Akun squinted, trying to find a flaw in the beautiful melody.

But the more focused he became, the more distracted he felt.

The music seemed to have a life of its own, constantly invading his thoughts and reminding him of many things he had long forgotten—

Childhood laughter, battlefield battles, and even the deep-seated regrets and sorrows.

These memories intertwined, making it impossible for him to distinguish between reality and illusion for a moment.

Yelü Deguang was different; although he was also influenced by the music, he did not completely lose himself in it.

As a warrior of the grasslands, he was born with an indomitable spirit.

However, even so, he felt an invisible pressure gradually pressing down on him.

He seemed to hear the roar of a thousand troops and the resounding rhythm of war drums.

This feeling both excited and wary him, because he knew that this was precisely the true power of Qiu Ziyue's mystical arts.

"Soldiers, plug your ears with cotton cloth, and do not make any rash moves no matter what you hear!"

The wind howled, and the military orders resounded!

Following Yelü Deguang's order, all the soldiers obeyed and stuffed the prepared cotton cloths into their ears.

The entire military camp fell into an eerie silence.

Qiu Ziyue stood outside the inn, her eyes as bright as stars, yet carrying a hint of cunning and determination.

When she saw the enemy soldiers covering their ears, a faint smile appeared on her lips.

She knew that Yelü Deguang was no easy opponent, but that was precisely what made the contest all the more exciting.

"Since you can't hear it, let the music reach your soul."

Qiu Ziyue took a deep breath, slowly raised the jade flute, and pressed it to her lips.

As the first note flowed from the flute's holes, the melody was not as crisp and bright as usual.

Instead, it transformed into an invisible force that rippled through the air.

This is a special lullaby; it does not rely on sound to propagate.

Instead, it influences the listener through a mysterious spiritual resonance.

This technique originates from the Tao family's mystical secret arts—controlling sound with qi and transmitting sound with intention.

Even with their ears plugged, the melody couldn't stop it from seeping into the depths of their hearts.

At first, the soldiers did not notice anything unusual.

Years of fighting and labor have left them feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

They miss their hometown and their loved ones.

The music from the jade flute caused them to hallucinate.

Their mother called out again and again:

"My darlings, you're home now. Sleep well, sleep peacefully."

The soldiers calmed their inner turmoil and called forth their inner longing for peace.

They just felt their bodies gradually becoming heavy, their eyelids becoming increasingly limp, and even standing became difficult.

Someone tried to shake their companion, only to find that the other person was already dozing off;

Someone tried to draw their sword to warn others, but found themselves moving as slowly as if sleepwalking.

Finally, one soldier after another fell to the ground, emitting soft snores.

Yelü Deguang saw all of this.

He frowned, inwardly marveling:

"What a powerful technique! It can bypass the ears and directly affect a person's consciousness..."

Although most of his men were asleep, he himself remained awake.

Because he not only ordered the soldiers to plug their ears, but also specially took a kind of refreshing herb just in case.

He tried to calm himself down, attempting to use his inner conviction to fight against this mysterious force.

However, no matter how much he struggled, the melody continued to surge like a tide, constantly assaulting his defenses.

At the same time, Qiu Ziyue's expression appeared unusually calm.

With her eyes closed, she was immersed in her performance, her fingertips moving faster and faster, like fluttering butterflies.

A faint light emanated from the jade flute, as if responding to its master's call.

The surrounding air began to thicken, as if time itself was being stretched out.

Qiu Ziyue noticed that Yelü Deguang was still standing firm, so she stopped playing her instrument and looked at this wise and brave opponent.

"As expected, you won't be defeated so easily."

She said coldly, "However, what happens next is not up to you."

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised the jade flute again, this time playing a more complex and mysterious melody.

This is not an ordinary lullaby, but a kind of illusionary sound technique that can disturb people's minds.

If ordinary soldiers cannot resist it, then even a man of strong will like Yelü Deguang would find it difficult to escape its influence.

However, just as Qiu Ziyue was exerting all her strength, Yelü Deguang suddenly spoke, his voice deep and powerful:

"Miss Qiu, your skills are truly admirable. But have you ever considered..."

Even if our army temporarily loses its combat capability, how long can you hold out?

This battlefield will ultimately belong to the stronger side.

Qiu Ziyue was taken aback, and the tone of the jade flute deviated slightly.

Just when everyone thought Qiu Ziyue would continue to use gentleness to overcome strength, her melody suddenly took a sharp turn, becoming fierce and piercing.

In that instant, the jade flute let out a sharp whistle, like a blade slicing through the sky.

Tao Akun could no longer bear it, staggered back a few steps, his face as pale as paper.

Although Yelü Deguang managed to gain a foothold, he clearly showed signs of strain.

"enough!"

Yelü Deguang shouted, forcibly interrupting his thoughts, and at the same time swung the long sword in his hand, slashing at the void.

This sword strike, carrying unparalleled momentum, forcefully tore apart the illusion constructed by the music.

Qiu Ziyue smiled slightly and slowly stopped playing.

She opened her eyes, her gaze sweeping over the two of them, her tone calm yet full of confidence:

"How was it? Did my mystical technique surprise you?"

Tao Akun, leaning against the bamboo grove, caught his breath for a moment, then shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"As expected, Miss Qiu's skills far exceeded my expectations. I would hardly believe it if I hadn't experienced it myself."

Yelü Deguang sheathed his sword and solemnly cupped his hands in greeting:

"Miss Qiu is indeed brilliant; today's battle has truly broadened our horizons."

However, I still believe that the way of martial arts is not just about strange techniques and tricks.

A true master cultivates both inner and outer strength. I hope we'll have the opportunity to spar again sometime in the future.

Qiu Ziyue smiled gently upon hearing this and nodded slightly:

"The prince's magnanimity is truly admirable. In that case, let's leave some suspense and look forward to seeing him again next time."

"Yuxuan, Cunxu, Senior Brother, Wanqing... let's leave quickly."

Qiu Ziyue's lullaby not only put the Khitan soldiers to a deep sleep,

Even Qi Yuxuan, Li Cunxu, and the others sat down and dozed off.

"Twilight Sparkle, I'm here!"

Just as Qiu Ziyue was calling out softly and her companions were waking up and preparing to leave, a loud shout came from behind.

The call pierced the night sky and echoed through the valley, instantly waking up the enemy soldiers one by one.

Wait a minute.

A sound of obstruction foreshadows something bad.

"Damn it, we're not leaving today," Leng Feng couldn't help but say.

To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter! Thank you for reading!