Her words sparked excitent in Murong Xian’er, Gu Yue, Gu Yun, Li Xuan, Nalan Fei, and the others. Of course, the anticipation extended to everyone else present as well.
“This challenge is indeed easier for ,” Su Jing chuckled. Lv Qingya, Yang Wei, Liu Yin, Dong Jiao, and the others exchanged knowing glances, their smiles betraying a hint of cunning.
Su Jing gazed up at the sky and let out a lodious whistle. Within monts, the majestic Golden Eagle soared into view, its talons delicately holding the Excellent Luster Ancient Zither.
Hovering mid-air, the Golden Eagle gently placed the exquisite instrunt into Su Jing’s awaiting hands.
Su Jing had no need for a table or chair. He crossed his legs, assuming a half-kneeling position, and rested the Ancient Zither on his thigh.
His fingers danced upon the strings, producing ethereal music that filled the air. The enchanting lodies wafted away, captivating everyone’s hearts.
As they listened, it felt as if Su Jing’s music had the power to convey his innermost thoughts, to express his profound love for Shi Qing, and to evoke the most beautiful form of love in the world.
What is love in this world? It is an unbreakable bond that transcends life and death.
The audience beca intoxicated by the spellbinding music. They montarily forgot that this was a challenge, preferring instead to imrse themselves in this deeply emotional mont, never wanting to erge from its grasp.
Silent tears stread down the faces of many won present, not borne of sadness but rather stirred by profound emotion. Of course, tears were also shed by many n.
Among the tearful onlookers, perhaps the most affected were Murong Xian’er, Wei Xiaoxuan, Nalan Fei, and Wang Yan. In this very instant, a thought silently erged in their hearts:
Why couldn’t it be them who had captivated Su Jing’s soul, that enchanting beauty he was so enthralled by?
Just like the srizing imagery painted by the music, this composition from the “Yang God” universe, a piece that Su Jing had preserved and waited to perform on this day, was titled “Drunken Beauty.”
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The enchanting echoes of the Ancient Zither slowly dissipated, leaving the entire venue imrsed in silence. The attendees remained in a daze for a mont before snapping back to reality with tears shimring in their eyes as they erupted into vigorous applause.
Su Jing, still basking in the aftermath of his performance, carefully stowed away the Ancient Zither and rose to his feet. He turned to Lv Qingya and the others, a glimr of anticipation in his eyes. “Were you moved?” He asked.
Lv Qingya, Yang Wei, Liu Yin, Dong Jiao, and the rest, their voices choked with emotion, sniffled, and managed to shake their heads. “Not… not moved at all,” They claid, even though tears stread down their faces.
“What? You’re crying like that and yet you say you’re not moved?” Lin Hao and the others stared at them with baffled expressions on their faces.
“Did you get sand in your eyes or sothing?”
“We clearly see the tears, so stop pretending.”
Through their tears, Lv Qingya and the others spoke, their words contradicting their emotional state. From the beginning, they had made a pact with themselves to remain composed, hoping to challenge Su Jing further and savor more of his soul-stirring music.
However, they had not anticipated that their own hearts would be moved to such an extent, making it impossible to hide their true feelings. At the sa ti, they couldn’t bear to let Su Jing pass so easily; they yearned to hear another piece.
“Alright then, let’s have another piece,” Su Jing acquiesced with a smile, realizing that arguing with them would be futile. Besides, he himself was eager to perform another composition.
Once again, Su Jing assud his seated posture, crossing his legs and placing the zither gently on his thigh. Instead of imdiately comncing his performance, he closed his eyes, radiating an air of calmness and tranquility.
Not a single person in the audience dared to disturb him, even the youngest children, like Nini, seed to instinctively understand the solemnity of the mont.
After a brief interlude, Su Jing’s eyes fluttered open. His hands descended gracefully upon the strings, and with the very first note, the eyes of certain individuals widened in astonishnt.
Gu Yue and Murong Xian’er were among them, while Gu Yun, Li Xuan, Nalan Fei, and others were completely srized.
The ethereal lody of the zither resounded with a bewitching and captivating tone.
Visions of tender and beautiful scenes flitted across the minds of the listeners, as though they were witnessing the journey of two souls eting, understanding each other, and finally joyfully uniting in matrimony.
At this mont, all the splendor of love and the essence of life seed to converge.
This composition exuded a purity surpassing any that Su Jing had played before. It transcended techniques and rhythms, and it was as if it directly injected the most genuine emotions into the hearts of its audience.
It resonated with their souls in the most direct and profound manner.
Wei Xiaoxuan wept.
Nalan Fei wept.
Wang Yan wept.
Murong Xian’er wept.
However, this ti, they no longer harbored the lingering thought of “Why isn’t it ?” They recognized that the love between Su Jing and Shi Qing could not accommodate a third party.
They sensed that no matter who might stand in for Shi Qing, their love would be tarnished. They believed that anyone who dared to disrupt this love would face divine retribution.
And they themselves couldn’t bear to do so either.
Nearly everyone present here, except for the young children who couldn’t comprehend the depth of an adult’s emotions, found tears streaming down their faces. So wept openly, while even so grown n couldn’t help but shed a few tears.
As the final notes of the music faded away, the venue was engulfed in a profound sense of emotion.
Gu Yue and Murong Xian’er were particularly astounded, for they could keenly sense that Su Jing’s mastery of the Ancient Zither had reached an entirely new realm— One they struggled to put into words.
Their intuition was accurate. Su Jing had finally achieved a breakthrough, attaining the realm of the “Heart of the Zither,” possessing an innocence and purity that effortlessly plucked at people’s heartstrings.
During the past few months, Su Jing had not only healed his injuries but also honed his skills and stabilized his cultivation.
When he played “Drunken Beauty” just monts ago, Su Jing had a hunch that he had ascended to the realm of the “Heart of the Zither.” This was precisely why he desired to present another piece.
“What is the title of this composition?” Yang Wei, his voice trembling with emotion, inquired.
After gently stowing away the Ancient Zither, Su Jing rose to his feet and announced, “Golden Union.”
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