When the Suona Sounds, My Master Carries Me as We Slaughter Our Way Through the Cultivation World

The modern era’s most unhinged special agent, Wild Dog, blew herself straight into the cultivation world while blasting a bunker. She woke up in the body of a poor girl with five-element trash spiritual roots, so weak she couldn’t even absorb spiritual energy properly.

While everyone else practiced swordplay, she practiced the suona. While they meditated, she played “The Boatman’s Love.” Anyone who called her useless got a suona shoved in their face as she blasted “A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix.” “Listen! This is the soundtrack to your next life!”

By chance, she awakened the spirit of the suona, and her trash spiritual roots became the beginnings of a “sound spiritual root.” Playing “The General’s Command” could shatter a Golden Core, while “Seven Gates of Wailing” could disrupt the soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

What was even crazier was that she was taken in by Mo Xuanchen, the most mysterious Supreme Grand Elder in the cultivation world.

Everyone thought he would toss her to the demon beasts, but instead, that aloof, ascetic master of hers:

When she raided the Xuantian Sect’s spirit mine, he helped her count the loot. “Not enough? Go raid another one.”

When she played the suona so loudly she deafened an elder, he wiped the crumbs from the corner of her mouth. “Aim for the ears next time.”

When she caused trouble and was surrounded, he held her protectively in his arms and pointed his sword at the world. “She’s my disciple. If she killed them, then she killed them.”

Su Ye hugged her suona and rubbed against her master. “Master, want me to play ‘The Wedding March’ for you?”

Mo Xuanchen lowered his head and kissed the crown of her head. “All right. When you’re done, we’ll…”