80: Chapter 77: Thunder Strikes, Astonishing Score!
80: Chapter 77: Thunder Strikes, Astonishing Score!
At this ti, thousands of miles away in the Tianshui City Territory, under the veil of night, a torrential downpour was unleashed.
Yesterday, Nurdan and other high-ranking Samurai lords had t with Prince Zili’s envoy, who had already agreed to all their terms.
All the top-ranking lords of Tianshui City, as long as they would rise in rebellion against the Suo family, would be granted nobility after the success of their undertaking, and all their fiefs would be hereditary without exception.
In an instant, this shattered all their defenses.
These high-ranking Samurai lords were all self-made through their martial prowess.
If none of their children beca high-ranking Samurai, their families would lose their lands and armies.
And now, Zili had promised them that as long as they rebelled against the Suo, their territories could be passed down without fail.
Imdiately, all pretensions, all loyalty, vanished into thin air.
Tonight, the rain fell more fiercely and urgently, relentlessly beating the earth.
Two thousand soldiers from Nurdan’s lands, fully ard and clad in the latest armor, wielding the finest weapons, began to assemble and form ranks.
“The Suo family has no benevolence; heaven and earth reject them!”
“The debauched Suo Lun, scorned by heaven and loathed by people!”
“I, Nurdan, leading my family and all the Samurai and troops of my lands, formally declare our departure from the Suo family!”
“To rescue all the suffering people of Tianshui City from their plight, to save the Tianshui City territories spanning five hundred miles from peril.
I formally announce, we are rising in rebellion against the Suo, to save thousands of souls.”
Then, Nurdan fiercely kicked the chest in front of him, and countless Gold Coins surged out like a tidal wave.
“This money is all yours,” Nurdan bellowed, “The Suo are unkind, I vow to wipe them out.
Those who take Tianshui City will be rewarded with ten years’ worth of wages.”
Instantly, all the Samurai, all the soldiers, went completely mad.
Naturally, this money was also provided by Zhi Ning and Zhi Li.
“The bastard Suo Lun, licentious and shaless, bringing disaster to the people, I vow to eradicate him!”
“Depart!
Attack Tianshui City, heaven’s wrath upon the Suo family!”
“Boom, boom, boom, boom…” Several thousand fully ard troops, under the command of hundreds of Cavalry, with ordered ranks, marched towards Heavenly Water Main City three hundred miles away.
Looking down from the sky, one could see that there were eighteen more armies like this one.
Tianshui City Territory stretched over five hundred miles, with an area of about 40,000 square kiloters, the Heavenly Water Main City at the farthest eastern side.
Now, nineteen rebel forces, totaling more than thirty thousand personnel, began to gather and then, like a grand and mighty tide, surged towards Heavenly Water Main City.
Like a black tsunami, they threatened to completely subrge Tianshui City.
Tonight, the storm raged with thunder and lightning.
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“Dong dong dong, dong dong dong dong…”
In the royal city, inside the music hall, students were present.
Lanling’s performance of “Fate” reached its utmost climax.
Everyone there could feel their bodies shaking, their souls trembling.
The tingling sensation, the spiritual trembling, was simply too exquisite.
In that mont, one would completely surrender their soul, letting it float in the tumultuous waves of the lody.
The sensation of perpetual breathlessness was overwhelmingly delightful.
Lanling, using all his strength and spiritual power, pushed the entire composition to its final climax.
Countless notes, like countless arrows, like countless blades, charged forward relentlessly, one after the other.
All the passion, all the anger, all the flas, all the willpower, converged into the music, exploding throughout the space.
Fight, fight, fight…
Fight against Destiny, fight against the royal fate that sought to destroy the Suo, fight against any darkness that aid to choke one’s own will.
Even if bloodied and battered, even if reduced to shreds, even if it ant a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Beethoven’s “Fate” originally spoke of the power of the people overcoming darkness to achieve ultimate victory.
But in Lanling’s hands, the final mont turned into destruction.
It fully manifested his wild will to et destruction alongside his enemies.
“Dong dong dong dong dong…” Lanling altered the score on his own accord, playing the last series of notes in the most intense, the most frenetic rhythm, filled with an aura of intense destruction.
With the last note, he exerted all his might and slamd it down hard.
“Boom…”
Instantly, the entire harpsichord collapsed, shattered.
The keys violently burst, slicing his hands until they bled profusely.
The performance ended.
…
Finally, it was over.
Everyone felt as though their souls had finally regained freedom, no longer bound by the piece.
The heart-wrenching feeling, the suffocating sensation, had finally ended.
But it felt as if his entire body and spirit still did not belong to him, as if they had been thoroughly washed away by the just experienced tempestuous waves, losing all sense of self.
First, there was a deathly silence within the grand hall.
Everyone’s minds and souls seed still numb, long unable to settle.
Finally, the frozen expression of Grand Mage Byron slowly began to revive.
How many years had it been?
How many years since he experienced such a tempestuous shock and baptism?
That feeling was wonderful, the sensation of suffocation, the sensation of destruction, it was wonderful.
That desire to worship devoutly was too wonderful.
The sensation of being a deity at the top of a pyramid transforming into a re mortal was too good.
This, this was not simply so famous piece or a divine lody, but a killer that strangled the soul, poising its deadly grip around everyone’s throat making it impossible to breathe, a devil that caused complete intoxication and entire submission.
This lody was not just a once-in-a-century encounter, it was truly once in a millennium.
Especially when played with Suo Lun’s insane, near-destructive montum, in his bloodthirsty performance that seed ready to perish with his enemies.
The impact was utterly devastating.
High Priest Byron, supporting his frail body, slowly began to clap.
“Clap clap clap…”
All the disciples of the Dragon God Temple began to clap.
Then, all the students began to clap and started to weep.
At last, everyone stood up, clapping frantically.
Although there were only a few dozen people, the applause was like thunder, echoing through the entire hall.
And Zhi Ning, seated in her place, did not move.
She knew that her so-called suppression had beco a complete farce.
Confronted with a soul-killer of a lody like this, all suppression, all scheming, was like a dike made of sand, instantly destroyed by the artistic tidal waves, leaving not a single trace.
Even, if she now dared to suggest any suppression, she would beco public enemy of the musical world, an outcast of the artistic community.
Moreover, she too was thoroughly shaken, lost for a mont.
She knew that this was Suo Lun sounding the horn of war against her, his will to achieve mutual destruction.
And she herself was like the dark force in the music, that evil existence.
At a certain mont while listening to his lody, Zhi Ning even felt an urge to surrender; she too was once an enthusiast of art, she too pursued the tremors of the soul.
In that instant, she didn’t just want to surrender to the piece, she wanted to yield to Suo Lun himself.
Because in that mont, she felt that Suo Lun was so charming, so heart-stirringly captivating.
A man who usually seed so rascal-like, so cheeky.
Yet at the crucial ti, so crazed, so full of a destructive aura.
So talented, so stunningly handso.
This kind of man was a poison in itself, a woman’s poison.
It took several long minutes before the applause finally began to die down.
Grand Mage Byron took a deep breath, calming his mind and said, “May I ask Lord Suo Lun, what is the na of this piece?”
“Fate,” Lanling said.
Indeed, only such a na was worthy of this soul-killer, the pinnacle of art.
“I won’t give you a score, because I feel that I am not qualified enough.
I have already morized this piece completely in my mind.
May I take it back for study?” Grand Mage Byron said.
“Of course,” Lanling said.
“Very good, thank you.” Grand Mage Byron said, “I must go back now, as fast as I can, because I want to retain this sensation of destruction, this feeling of being choked and unable to breathe, and then imrse myself in understanding this lody.”
He didn’t even ask if the lody was Suo Lun’s original work.
Because, this piece had never appeared in this world before, it was Suo Lun’s creation.
Furthermore, this piece matched Suo Lun’s mood and situation so precisely.
The most vital fact was that such a once-in-a-millennium lody could not possibly be crafted rely through technique; it was absolutely a cry from the depths of the heart and soul, an instant burst of inspiration from beyond the heavens.
Therefore, Grand Mage Byron felt that asking whether the lody was Suo Lun’s work was completely blasphemous.
Soon after, Grand Mage Byron left with all the monks of the Dragon Temple.
Now, it was ti to score.
All the examiners looked towards Zhi Ning.
All the students in attendance were staring at Zhi Ning, waiting for her score.
Zhi Ning picked up the pen, wrote a score on the card, then flipped it over.
“One hundred points!”
Indeed, it was one hundred points, the full one hundred.
Because, at this mont her so-called suppression had beco a complete joke, and even if she was utterly reluctant, she had no choice but to give that score.
Because Suo Lun’s performance was overwhelmingly superior, it was hellish.
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Note: Still begging for recomndation tickets, today’s count has already broken a thousand.
I want to see how much higher we can go today, to know how many brothers are reading this book, to comfort my anxious heart, thank you everyone.
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