High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily Chapter 61 - 60: Among the Myriad Stars, There Is a God Name

Chen Kuang and Shen inan divided the peanuts to eat.

Bullying Chen Kuang for being "blind," Shen inan, who claid they were equally divided, secretly gave herself two more.

While eating, the young girl read the sheet music from the jade box to Chen Kuang five tis.

This half sheet of music was obscure, using the ancient thod for notation, with many symbols vastly different from those popular today, along with nurous unique markers created by Xi ngquan.

Yet, Shen inan could roughly recognize the sheet.

"I’m a proper lady skilled in all arts — music, chess, calligraphy, and painting."

The young girl said with her hands on her hips, looking very proud.

Like a plump and cunning cockatiel, the kind with a natural blush.

Of course, there were many parts she couldn’t understand, even after racking her brains; otherwise, the Music Saint’s Legacy would be accessible to everyone, right?

At this point, Chen Kuang would ask her to roughly describe the appearance of those symbols and where they were positioned.

But honestly, he could just glance and understand what was written.

Only then did Chen Kuang realize that the naless musician’s sheet music given to him, and the three years of teaching, were indeed a true legacy.

Those things were unique, filled with vast special techniques comprehensible only when taught.

Others couldn’t even understand by looking.

Let alone play.

The music theory Chen Kuang mastered was fundantally worlds apart from ordinary people.

No wonder he surpassed the court musicians with three years of study compared to their thirty.

However, such outstanding skill in the royal palace, without the support of networking, ended up only in errands and odd jobs, wasting a decade.

But if he hadn’t entered the palace, he might have starved to death ten years ago...

Even if not starved, given his family’s dire situation then, he might only have ended up as the lowest tenant farr.

Misfortune and blessing often coexist, leaving one hard-pressed to judge which is better or worse.

Chen Kuang finished roughly organizing the two sheets, his expression peculiar.

Vaguely, he felt he might be able to complete the missing half of the score by analyzing the direction of the music itself and his previous understanding of the naless musician’s habits.

This wasn’t a re illusion, because a prototype of the complete lody was now surfacing in his mind.

Shen inan sat beside him, watching him skillfully play the lute, plucking the strings gracefully, with her chin resting in a trance.

The lighting in the cabin was excellent, and the afternoon sunlight outside reflected off the lake, transforming into a shimring wave that flickered in through the window, casting a quivering reflection behind Chen Kuang.

The young man, in white, looked pristine, with the end of his blindfold hanging alongside his black hair down his back, his hands dexterous and poised as he played.

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, he was like a fluttering butterfly.

"Both of these pieces are excellent; pity they have no nas."

Chen Kuang suddenly spoke.

"Ah? Oh!"

Shen inan snapped back to reality, realizing she held a peanut at her mouth but forgot to eat.

Hastily trying to toss it into her mouth, she missed.

The peanut bounced off her cheek, falling to the ground, then rolled under the table.

Shen inan opened her mouth, stealing a glance at Chen Kuang, noticing his serene deanor, seemingly unaware.

The girl bit her lip and crawled under the table.

As she rummaged around, she responded to Chen Kuang with great solemnity: "Well, then why don’t you na them, since now the sheet music is in your hands."

Chen Kuang: "..."

He twitched his lips, hesitating to speak.

Forget it, I am blind.

He thought briefly, and with playful mischief, said:

"Why not call one ’Stars’ and the other ’Anonymous’?"

Shen inan erged from beneath the table, puzzled:

"’Anonymous’ is similar to ’Naless,’ why not just call it Naless? ’Stars’ sounds like a proper na, but neither piece has an ambiance related to stars..."

Naturally, Chen Kuang wouldn’t say these were the most common terms in his previous life’s music player to denote works where the perforr and composer were unknown.

The naless musician’s compositions are well-suited to this na.

He only chuckled: "Being unrelated makes it intriguing, doesn’t it?"

"If you always follow conventions and na them after lofty thes like ’Lofty Mountains and Flowing Water’ or ’Spring Snow,’ they may be elegant, but sowhat lacking creativity."

"If Miss inan finds it unsuitable, I can rethink them."

Shen inan paused and quickly said:

"No, no, I find it quite good; I just didn’t expect... I thought you were the serious type."

Chen Kuang raised a brow: "I have many unserious sides; you can slowly discover them in ti."

Shen inan nodded like a pecking chicken, seriously saying, "It’s better to be less serious. I like the unserious type; it’s suitable for becoming... um, friends."

Chen Kuang pretended to be oblivious, like a little deaf and blind person, and smiled:

"I’ve already understood these two scores. Let play them for you."

Shen inan straightened up imdiately, placing her hands obediently on her knees, acting as if she were sincerely appreciating.

Actually, she had no interest in music, chess, calligraphy, or painting. These hobbies were once enjoyed by Shen Xingzhu, but she had discarded them during her steadfast cultivation.

The heights of sun and moon, free from obstacles.

Yet, her family invariably associated these things with her, believing she should naturally enjoy them.

Every ti they watched her handling music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, their gaze was always focused on another person.

It’s as if... she is a substitute.

Yet, in truth, she not only failed to be a substitute but was more like an inferior product.

Shen inan’s gaze fell on Chen Kuang’s face, and quietly, she felt a secret joy.

She had thought that she was the only one in the world who knew that secret.

Now, it’s two people.

"Zheng—"

Chen Kuang plucked the strings. The sound flowed like liquid rcury, causing Shen inan to widen her eyes and shift her attention from Chen Kuang to the sound of his music.

Although the first piece was nad "Stars Gathering," it actually depicted a general drawing a bow at night, harsh snow concealing feathers, and the onset of human killing intent.

The music originated from darkness, striking a person’s organs, destroying one’s vitality.

The second piece, "Naless," portrayed the bright moon hanging high, illuminating the Netherworld.

In essence, it was similar to enhancing sensory perception with the First Aspect, primarily cultivating the Divine Sense.

Although divine sense was akin to a mist before the Moon Embrace Realm, with Huo Hengxuan’s intent for killing, Chen Kuang had discerned the importance of Divine Sense.

If one’s divine sense isn’t stable in lower realms, encountering soone of the Moon Embrace Realm or higher leaves no room for resistance.

In a single thought, life and death can be decided.

Chen Kuang finished playing half of the score, still yearning, then closed his eyes, following the vague outline within his mind onward.

Shen inan had already prepared to applaud, her hand lifted, but then she heard the music pause for a mont before continuing seamlessly.

Incredibly natural and imnsely smooth!

Crafted by heaven itself!

She was montarily stunned, then took a deep breath, quietly lowering her hand and straightening her back, feeling the tingling on her back.

The Music Saint’s Fragnted Score, resonates through the ages.

Today... it is continued.

Without any forewarning, nor any ceremonial incense burning, it was continued just so simply and casually.

If those old eccentrics in the Celestial Sound Pavilion who have studied for hundreds of years without understanding knew, they might tie this young man up and value him as their treasure...

The young lady thought sowhat absurdly.

Perhaps she has found an unrivaled talent?

Chen Kuang’s consciousness floated upward with the music, his body instinctively utilized the First Aspect, once again entering a temporary state of sensory expansion.

On the Tower Ship, a cacophony arose.

Above, Lin Er You watched a brawny young stranger leave, squinting at him while shaking his feathered fan with an ambiguous smile.

On the middle level, the cultivators from the Wind and Rain Pavilion finished their banquet, preparing to depart, filled with a murderous aura.

anwhile, in the corridor not far away, a man with thick eyebrows had removed his outer garnt, revealing a purple robe beneath, followed by a decrepit servant.

The man with thick eyebrows was naturally Zhou Yanwei.

Being quite close, their conversation faintly reached Chen Kuang’s ears.

"Second Prince, master, I have tried my best but can’t pacify the Martial Saint Pavilion. You can only rely on yourself regarding the master over there."

"I just said I casually helped a friend, unaware of who he is, so you shouldn’t speak of it."

"As long as you know what to expect, sigh, never be so reckless again."

"I know, I know, you’re well aware of my nature."

Zhou Yanwei chuckled, "Certainly next ti."

Chen Kuang was taken aback.

In the picture, the purple robe that Zhou Yanwei wore reminded him of a legend.

There exists a divine being, clothed in purple, crowned with Dianzhan Crowns, nad Yanwei, obtained by the ruler to him spoils over the world.

"Zhou... is also Ji."

"Using the kingdom as his surna, taking the na of the divine ruler."

Chen Kuang suddenly opened his eyes.

Zhou Yanwei... is the Prince of the Zhou Kingdom!