Miracle Farmer with Special Abilities

"The Demon Race really does have a lot of geniuses."

Zhang Bin was also muttering in his heart, this youth had only cultivated to the later stages of Great Demon.

Yet he could easily defeat two gatekeepers who were one realm higher than him.

He couldn’t be anything else but a rare genius.

Zhang Bin was planning to do the same and barge in forcefully just like that.

But suddenly, a dead dog was thrown out.

It landed on the ground with a thud.

Upon closer inspection, it was not a dead dog at all.

It was shockingly the youth who had just forced his way in.

His limbs were broken, his chest bones shattered, and blood was flowing from his mouth.

His face was filled with fear.

He was lying on the ground screaming, unable to get up.

Everyone was stunned, and then many bent over and burst into laughter.

Only Zhang Bin felt chills in his heart.

Because in just that brief moment, the powerful youth had been beaten to a pulp.

He hadn’t even heard the sounds of battle.

It was evident that there was either an extremely powerful master inside or a terrifying formation.

Although he wasn’t afraid, he didn’t want to start a fight.

After all, he came here to ask Yan Ya for help.

"Is there anyone else who can play the zither?"

The maidservant gave a disdainful glance at the youth lying on the ground screaming and asked again.

"Let me try."

Zhang Bin sighed and said.

He didn’t want to play the zither because he wasn’t confident.

It’s not that his zither skills are inferior, but the zither itself is.

He noticed earlier that Huang Ming was playing a zither that was a middle-grade magical treasure.

Its sound quality was ethereal to the extreme.

His own zither was not a magical treasure, or even a low-quality zither among ordinary ones.

After all, he practiced playing the zither in his sleep.

He seldom played it in reality.

Moreover, he used to be overly confident, believing any broken zither could still produce wonderfully beautiful music.

But the previous zither piece was exceptionally complex, with highs and lows reaching their extremes.

The transitions were as smooth as flowing water.

It truly wasn’t something an ordinary zither could produce.

He put down his very ordinary low-quality zither on the ground.

He sat cross-legged, reaching out his hands and placing them on the strings.

Several times he tried to play, but then stopped each time.

Because he felt he couldn’t play the previous piece.

"Oh my, look at his hands, thicker than carrots, and he’s trying to play the zither?"

"Look at his zither too, what kind of trash is that? Can it play such a complex piece?"

"Look at his cultivation level, early Little Demon Realm. He dares to pursue Miss Ya? A toad wanting to eat swan meat?"

"This is an idiot, confirmation complete."

"If he can play the zither, I’ll eat his zither."

"If he can meet the talented Miss Yan Ya, I’ll call him dad."

"..."

The faces of many youths were full of disdain, and their mouths also uttered sounds of contempt.

Even the two gatekeepers who had healed their injuries showed a disdainful expression.

Clearly, even the gatekeepers didn’t think much of Zhang Bin.

After all, although there were monsters of the Little Demon Realm who came to visit Yan Ya, they were all mostly cultivated to the Great Perfection of the Little Demon Realm. A monster in the early Little Demon Realm had truly never appeared before; Zhang Bin was the first.

And monsters of the Little Demon Realm almost had no chance to meet Yan Ya.

"Are you going to play or not? If not, don’t waste my time."

The maidservant also looked at Zhang Bin with a disdainful glance, appearing very impatient.

Finally, Zhang Bin started playing, his ten fingers quickly dancing on the strings.

However, the zither piece was a bit different.

Anyway, it didn’t have that ethereal sound quality nor that very enchanting and melodious feel.

Snap...

Playing up to a high note, he couldn’t reach it, and a string snapped.

But he didn’t stop, continuing to play.

Snap, snap...

Soon, all the strings broke.

"Wahahaha... Where on earth did this joker come from, what’s this stuff he’s playing?"

"Oh my, this is the worst zither music I’ve heard in my entire life."

"Truly embarrassing, such zither skills dare to play?"

"..."

"You’re not qualified, you can leave."

The maidservant gave Zhang Bin a disdainful glance.

"Little beauty, how about you go ask your Miss, maybe she’ll say I’m qualified?"

Zhang Bin packed up his zither, saying with a mischievous grin.

"You’re dreaming?"

"Truly daydreaming."

"Probably a fool with a brain problem..."

"..."

The crowd all voiced their disdain.

But just at this moment, another maidservant came out.

The expression on her face was extremely peculiar as she charmingly asked, "Who played the last zither piece?"

"Surely it offended Miss’s ears, Miss is unhappy and will teach him a lesson."

"Playing such an amazing zither piece this way, no wonder Yan Ya is angry."

"Surely she wants to warn him, not to come again."

"..."

Everyone was muttering to themselves, all looking at Zhang Bin mockingly.

"I played it."

Zhang Bin said calmly.

"Our Miss invites you."

This maidservant said coyly.

"What? Miss invites him?"

Everyone, including the previous maidservant, froze like fools. They found it hard to believe their ears.

How could this be possible, how could it be?

"Xiao Yu, aren’t you mistaken?"

The first maidservant pulled the second one aside and asked in confusion.

"I’m not wrong, Miss asked me to take him inside. As for the reason, I don’t know either."

This maidservant named Xiao Yu also looked puzzled.

"Oh my, can such zither skills get him to see Miss Ya?" All the youths became furious, "Then I can too."

"I want to play the zither."

"I also want to play the zither."

"..."

They almost simultaneously shouted excitedly.

Then they took out their zithers and started playing.

The first one played for less than a minute before an angry voice came from the door: "Get out!"

This guy blushed furiously, frustrated and angry, thinking he played way better than Small Tree Demon, so why was he told to get out?

Then came the second, the third, all of them played for a while.

But without exception, after a brief play, they received a "Get out."

They were so angry they almost spat blood.

"Wahahaha... You call this playing the zither? I think you’re just scraping pots? So unaware of your skill level. And you still want to pursue Miss Ya? It’s simply embarrassing..." Zhang Bin doubled over in laughter, returning all the words those guys said earlier.

All the youths almost went insane with anger, being slapped in the face by Small Tree Demon so openly, and with their own words no less. This slap was too brutal!

"I’m not convinced, why is his zither skill so bad, yet he gets approved?"

"Not convinced, not convinced, I’m not convinced either."

"Any of us played much better than him, why are we not approved?"

"..."

They almost shouted in anger simultaneously.

The sounds shook the heavens.

"Why? It’s simple. His playing was not good, but he improved on my zither piece, making it more melodious and beautiful. Even Miss Yan Ya praised this composing talent."

Another beautiful maidservant came out and said coldly.

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