The melodious sound of the zither soared straight into the sky, making her performance even more powerful and grand than the woman in yellow had played before.
Only then did people notice that Long Chen had been practicing this tune from start to finish; everything before was preparation for this climax.
The flute sound crashed in like a tsunami, its piercing sound piercing clouds and shattering rocks. The sound was high but not sharp, soaring straight upward as if piercing through clouds and into the vast cosmic sky, carrying one's soul into the endless sea of stars, allowing people to witness an unprecedented space.
Long Chen's tone was exactly the same as the woman in yellow, but it brought a different feeling. Her previous performance seemed as if someone had built a high platform, and she leapt up from it.
Long Chen's high notes were like an underwater volcanic eruption, stirring up a towering water column that pierced the sky, its force unceasing and unstoppable.
Most importantly, Long Chen's high notes were not just the flute's high notes, but carried Liao Yuhuang's piano notes along with them.
When the high notes reach their peak, they explode like fireworks, lingering and echoing across the vast universe, endlessly and endlessly for a long time.
For a moment, the entire hall fell silent. The scholars who had been mocking and scolding now had their mouths agape, unable to believe their ears.
Even laypeople could feel the impact of that final high note, so deep it penetrated the soul, unforgettable for a lifetime. Even if they didn't understand music, they knew Long Chen's high notes were on a higher level than the woman in yellow.
As cultivators, each of them showed expressions of shock. Long Chen's high voice contained an ethereal will—a height only a reclusive master without desires or desires, a saint with compassion for heaven and humanity.
A cultivator, having lost his true nature in endless conflict and killing, how could he possess such a pure, ethereal will?
For a moment, the entire venue fell silent, so deep you could hear a pin drop. They were still immersed in the shock of that high notes, unable to calm their emotions for a long time. After a while, thunderous applause finally erupted from the crowd.
The scholars who had previously despised Long Chen and cursed at him were now so ashamed they wished they could disappear, wishing they could crawl into a hole.
Long Chen's final high note covers all previous flaws, like the finishing touch of a dragon, astonishing, hiding skill in clumsiness, and reaching the pinnacle of brilliance.
"Showing off your embarrassment."
Facing the applause from the audience, Long Chen cupped his fists slightly, turned around, and handed the flute to the woman in yellow, saying:
"There are no born leaders in this world. A true leader must resonate with the leader, not the so-called 'one general's success, ten thousand bones exhausted.'"
If the roots are weak, how can the tree thrive? If a tree does not thrive, how can it stand out alone?
With the same tune, your skill surpasses mine by a thousand times. If the fairy can grasp its principles, the effect will naturally be countless times better than Long's. "
Wanyi was rude before. Thank you, senior, for your guidance. I am deeply grateful. Please accept my bow." The woman in yellow suddenly bowed before Long Chen, no longer addressing him as Brother Long, but directly addressing him as 'senior'—this was the etiquette of a disciple.
Long Chen was startled, not expecting the woman in yellow to perform such a grand ceremony. He hurriedly reached out to support him:
"Fairy Wanyi, you're too kind. I only know a little about music, and I am unworthy of such a grand gesture."
"Senior, are you still angry with Wanyi?" If that's the case, Wanyi will kneel for a long time and refuse to rise up, begging the senior for forgiveness. Long Chen raised the arm of the woman in yellow with his large hand, refusing to let her kneel, but she remained half-kneeling, refusing to rise.
Long Chen had indeed been a bit angry before, thinking the woman in yellow was too petty and had overestimated her.
But now, seeing her perform such a grand bow, Long Chen's anger subsided. He quickly said, "Not at all. Different paths differ, and everyone has different views. Everyone expresses their own views and cross-checks with each other, which is how we grow. I, Long Chen, am not that petty."
Also, don't call me 'senior' or 'if you think highly of me.' Just call me Brother Long. We're all equals and friends as equals. Hearing
Long Chen say this, and seeing that he wasn't truly angry, the woman in yellow finally stood up and thanked him again:
"Brother Long, your guidance today has opened Wanyi's cottage. I hope you will often listen to your teachings from now on!"
Long Chen smiled bitterly and said, "I really don't dare to claim that. I am just a bystander with a brief understanding. Enjoying the Dao is the cultivation closest to the Heavenly Dao. I truly dare not speak of 'guidance' presumptuously." "
Brother Long, you're too modest. I focused too much on my own technical performance and neglected my cooperation with the sisters.
Brother Long's words before were every word of gems, yet Wanyi was foolish and couldn't listen, which made her truly ashamed. The woman in yellow said with a face full of shame. Thinking of her previous behavior, she felt utterly ashamed.
Long Chen smiled and said, "Actually, there's no need to be so hung up on it. That chubby white guy made a good point before. Such a wonderful piece, yet I actually criticized it."
In fact, music is the voice of the heart, and it is also a form of expressing emotion and meaning. As long as it sounds pleasant and brings joy to body and mind, that is the true way of music and music.
If one only pursues technique, expression, and coordination while neglecting artistic conception, it becomes somewhat blurred. The
plump scholar's face darkened when Long Chen mentioned him. It could be said that he had never suffered such humiliation in his life.
He lowered his head, drinking tea by himself, while the other scholars didn't dare look at Long Chen. They wanted to leave, but were afraid that if they did, it would be like showing everyone they were afraid of Long Chen. They could only grit their teeth and sit there, refusing to look at him.
"Brother Long, your wise words are worth remembering. I will do my best to absorb what I gained today." The woman in yellow said humbly, genuinely respecting Long Chen from the bottom of her heart.
Long Chen was like a mirror; in front of him, she finally saw another side of herself.
Suddenly, Long Chen felt a stir in his heart and sent a voice transmission to the woman in yellow: "Little sister, your cultivation technique seems to be inconsistent with your personality. Have you noticed?" "
I cultivate the Qin Sect's Supreme Overturning Star Technique..." The woman in yellow was startled and couldn't help but ask, but halfway through she stopped. This was sect secret, and it seemed inconvenient to disclose it to outsiders.
"Supreme Double Star Technique?" Fuxing? "
Long Chen's heart skipped a beat. Hearing the name of this technique, he felt something was off. Could there be some connection between the Supreme Overturned Star Technique and the Nine Star Overlord Body Technique? Was that uncomfortable feeling due to the resonance between the two techniques?
"Brother Long, may I ask where you live?" If it's convenient, may I visit you? The woman in yellow asked.
"I just arrived and don't have anywhere to stay yet." Long Chen spoke honestly.
"Then why not come to our Qin Mansion and discuss the Way of Music together? This little sister can always listen to Brother Long's teachings." Hearing that Long Chen wasn't staying at the same place, the woman in yellow's eyes lit up and immediately extended an invitation.
For a moment, Long Chen didn't know whether to refuse or agree. Just then, someone in the distance exclaimed in alarm—a group of martial artists dressed in palace robes were approaching.
When they saw the martial artists dressed in palace robes, the princes and princesses were all shocked and recognized their backgrounds.
"His Majesty has decreed that Long Chen shall be summoned for an audience!"
Just then, a soft voice rang out, and Long Chen saw Eunuch Wei's cold eyes.