**Chapter 122: Invincible at Five Planets**
The moment those words left his mouth, something felt wrong to the scholars in the courtyard. Then, suddenly, a light rain began to fall from the sky.
Accompanying the rain was a peculiar melody—*dong, dong, dong*—as though a titanic giant used heaven and earth as a zither and rain-lines as strings, strumming without rhyme or reason, caring nothing for pitch or tone, blundering through a chaotic solo!
Yet this strange melody carried a soul-seizing power. The instant it reached the ears, one's yuan qi scattered, consciousness loosened, spirit wavered, Five Planets fell into disarray, and the body longed to dance along.
The melody grew ever more impassioned. The scholars sensed danger and were about to forcibly break the bewitching sound when Qin Mu formed a hand seal and threw a punch—
*Tempering the Yang Soul in the Sunlight!*
A heaven-rending thunderclap exploded from the courtyard's center, battering their souls and shaking their spirits. Willpower crumbled. They could no longer resist the demonic melody and began dancing and laughing wildly, cavorting around the courtyard.
Then the melody shifted again. Suddenly they found themselves on a battlefield of gods and demons clashing—iron cavalry, golden halberds rushing at them, so vivid they couldn't help but strike back.
That one act of resistance sealed their fate. Even those with a shred of clarity had no choice but to defend themselves against attacks from those beside them. The moment they raised their hands, their remaining awareness was breached by the melody and lost entirely.
*Boom!*
The courtyard erupted. Martial moves flew, spells went haywire. In moments blood appeared on the scholars. Pain brought some back to their senses—but then Qin Mu moved through the crowd like a specter, and anyone who woke up was flicked away with a single finger.
*Sending Thunder through the Pipa Hand!*
His fingers danced to the rhythm of the melody—plucking, sweeping, hooking, striking, brushing, snapping, flicking—each stroke razor-sharp. Amid the maddening tune, thunderclaps rang out one after another, the air shuddering, heavy impacts sounding ceaselessly.
After a short while, only Wei Yong remained in the small courtyard, still dancing and singing to the music.
Qin Mu withdrew his hand. The rain across the sky vanished. The melody faded. Only then did Wei Yong snap awake, looking around in alarm. He saw footprints trampled across every inch of his courtyard, his flowers and grass destroyed, and turned pale. "Brother Qin—what happened?"
"I borrowed your fine courtyard to teach a few blind senior brothers a lesson," Qin Mu said cheerfully. "It's so remote here—nobody interfered while I beat them."
Wei Yong clicked his tongue and hurried to the courtyard walls. There, each scholar was embedded headfirst into the wall, their bodies dangling, too drained to move.
Wei Yong's face went the color of earth. "Brother, you've made a huge mess. These scholars arrived at the Tai Academy years before us—whoever gets in here is a scion of some great clan or another. You've beaten them—do you have any idea what that means?"
Qin Mu looked puzzled. "I wasn't supposed to beat them while waiting for them to beat me? They're beaten now—what's done is done."
Wei Yong stamped his feet. "You used my courtyard. I'm from the Wei family—they won't dare touch me, but you're going to pay. Oh no, oh no—what do we do now..."
Qin Mu walked toward the gate. "They came to teach me a lesson. They should be prepared to receive one in return."