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Chapter 262 They're all evil cultivators
The music may have ended and the audience may have dispersed, but the lingering melody remains, like a warm comfort settling in everyone's heart.

Life may be ordinary, but love and beauty are always myths worth believing in.

After the song "Beautiful Myth" was sung, the first half of the final performance came to an end. The audience can judge for themselves which of the four programs was good and which was bad.

At least in terms of buzz, Yu Wei's song far surpasses the other three, and its reviews are also quite high. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it was the most exciting song in the first half of the competition.

This also signifies that Meng Han and Lin Puyan's plan to surround and intercept them has temporarily failed; at least in the first half, they haven't managed to stop them...

"A crushing defeat, Lao Lin."

Meng Han, always eager for a good show, made a few sarcastic remarks about Lin Puyan. Although they were on the same side this time, Old Lin just couldn't stand not to say something sarcastic.

Although it might seem like he was betraying his teammates, to be honest, he never thought Lin Puyan could win from the start, because Yu Wei's chorus was just too good.

His meticulously crafted song "Hou Yi" lost to Yu Wei's duet, and even Chen Ping's song lost to Yu Wei's duet. In the realm of duet singing, this kid is basically invincible.

He can both center and support, making him perfect for duets. In any case, Meng Han wouldn't dare to go head-to-head with him in this competition.

"You knew and still let me go?"

Lin Puyan became angrier the more he thought about it. So he knew that Yu Wei's duet was difficult to beat, so he chose an easy one for himself and made him bear the pressure. How could a person be so underhanded?
I should have known better than to come. This whole mess has ruined his career; he's lost everything.

"How will you know you can't beat them if you don't even try?"

Meng Han also had something to say. Before the competition, he boasted loudly, and now that they've lost, is it his fault? That doesn't make sense. He didn't even know that Yu Wei had secretly hidden a song.

They've been paying close attention to Yu Wei's novels lately, believing that knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory, but they haven't seen any trace of the new song in them.

The casual readers witnessed their banter, realizing they didn't know the song at all; they thought everyone did...

Yu Wei didn't write it, but Qi Luoan did in his book. At the time, many people guessed that "Beautiful Myth" was a duet between the two of them, and sure enough, it was.

This is still too much of a burden for Lao Deng. Meng Han and the others are already showing the utmost respect by being allowed to read Yu Wei's books. How could they possibly read other novels under normal circumstances?

"Since you have no sense of martial ethics, then I'm not going to act anymore. I plan to go all out in the second half. I'd rather rely on myself than on you."

The original plan was for Meng Han to play passively in the first half and Lin Puyan to play passively in the second half, passing the ball to the opponent at the corresponding points.

This was done to preserve strength and avoid competition, but now Lin Puyan has discovered that Meng Han is setting him up, so he has torn up the truce agreement.

Not only will he not slack off, but he will also take this opportunity to kill Meng Han and Yu Weiyi!
"Are you out of your mind?"

Meng Han could only laugh when he heard this. Is this something you can win just by putting in effort? Then why didn't he win the first half? Did he not want to?
"You'll find out later."

Lin Puyan revealed a mysterious smile. Meng Han wanted him to deliver the kill so that he could reap the benefits, but little did he know that Lin Puyan had also prepared a backup plan.

In a group sing-along, individual talent is more easily diluted, so if you want to win by surprise, the final group sing-along is the best choice.

Meng Han knew this, and Lin Puyan knew it too, so they each had their own playing style and strategy.

"In that case, there's nothing more to say. Let's see who has the best skills."

The pre-war alliance had completely disintegrated, but Yu Wei was unaware of this at the time. After stepping down, he was checking online comments.

What celebrity doesn't do their own research? If you become famous without doing your own research, then your fame is meaningless.

Their song received a very good response, and several people praised Qi Luoan for her great progress, which made her so happy that she couldn't walk away.

To be fair, Qi Luoan sang really well this time. Not only did she have no mistakes throughout, but her high notes were also quite impressive. She really has mastered the skill.

"They all said there were no problems, right?"

Qi Luoan admitted that he was no match for veteran musicians and was far behind the new generation of singers, but he thought that bullying a few amateur contestants was a piece of cake.

The other three amateurs in the first half were no match for them.
"Are you still proud?"

Child stars with solid basic skills, compared to ordinary music lovers, right?

"Just be proud."

That's how Qi Luo'an sees herself – she always compares herself to those less fortunate. She believes that constantly comparing herself to others won't make her happy, and she always manages to stay optimistic.

People have different circumstances, so if you have to compare, then choose a comparison that makes you happy.

Yu Wei didn't know what to say after hearing this. This person truly understood life; being at the bottom didn't equate to success...

After the first half ended, the performance entered a short intermission, during which the audience could leave their seats to use the restrooms, and the guests backstage began their final adjustments.

Yu Wei was once again the final performer in the second half. The production team had clearly learned from their mistake in the ninth episode, and they would definitely schedule Yu Wei's performances for last in the future.

Among the eight amateur contestants, Qi Luoan and Sakura Rio had the best mindset. The former was full of confidence after finishing her performance, while the latter was preparing to slack off.

While he was giving the team a pep talk, Meng Han's group was already lining up to go on stage, and he was in charge of starting the second half.

Next up is the final episode of the show, which will also be their last song on the "Music Blind Box" stage.

Putting aside the petty squabbles and competitive spirit, Meng Han took this performance very seriously, determined to make the finale perfect.

The song that best suits his personal style is definitely rock, an eight-person rock chorus—that's his answer. No genre can ignite a live performance more than rock; with tens of thousands of audience members, as long as the rock music is on fire, he's invincible.

Even if Yu Wei's work is of higher quality, it will be slightly inferior in terms of atmosphere. Who says that music competition is about the quality of the songs? Winning in terms of atmosphere is also a win.

He was very confident about the song, but unfortunately Lin Puyan didn't believe him, so now they had to fight it together!
Did you win my song, did you win my stage?
Meng Han stood in the center of the stage, his fingertips lightly brushing the guitar strings. Behind him, seven amateur partners took their places.

This is an original rock song called "Fire of Time," which was only recently completed. It's ranked third, if not second, among all his works.

The prelude begins with a dialogue between the guqin and violin, like a gentle stream of time flowing slowly.

With his eyes closed, Meng Han softly hummed in his hoarse voice, honed over twenty years, each word brimming with a story.

As the last note of the guqin still vibrated in the air, the electric guitar suddenly ripped through the silence, and the stage lights instantly blazed on, illuminating the focused faces.

Meng Han's voice shifted from gentle narration to firm and powerful, as if pouring all the hardships and perseverance he had endured on his musical journey of more than 20 years into it.

The harmonies of the two female partners appeared at just the right time, adding layers to his singing.

At this moment, the eight people on stage were not distinguished as celebrities or ordinary people, but rather as comrades-in-arms gathered for the same faith.

Meng Han's electric guitar solo brought the performance to its first climax. He stood side by side with several young male singers, and their singing seemed to be a spiritual exchange between two generations.

His raw, piercing vocals contrasted sharply with the warm, resolute voices of the male contestants, yet they were strangely harmonious.

During the chorus, the eight singers sang together, successfully igniting the entire stage. Without any rehearsal, the audience spontaneously turned on their phone flashlights, turning the entire performance venue into a sea of ​​stars.

Without a doubt, Meng Han's plan was a success. The more audience members there are, the more exaggerated the explosive effect will be. At this time, being energetic is the key.

His opening performance was so good that even if the songs that followed were better, it would be hard to surpass it.

"exaggerate."

Meng Han's performance was a bit exaggerated. Rock music is a genre that easily creates a lively atmosphere. As long as the atmosphere is right, even if you don't sing well, everyone can still get hyped.

Singing this on a stage with tens of thousands of people is simply unethical and utterly shameless.

Is this the trick they prepared for themselves?
As the song drew to a close, the music suddenly returned to calm, leaving only Meng Han holding his acoustic guitar and singing the last verse a cappella.

There were no flashy skills, no exaggerated performances, only the flow of genuine emotions. At this moment, the entire venue was so quiet that you could hear someone breathing.

Su Xinnan, who was in charge of taking over the event, sighed softly. There was nothing to say; she was used to it. So what if she was cannon fodder? She'd just be one...

After Meng Han left the stage, only the three groups remained backstage, their fighting spirit high.

"Killing the game with an atmosphere that ignites the crowd is a good strategy, but it's still not enough."

Lin Puyan still wore that mysterious smile. This trick was very effective against conventional works, but it didn't work on him.

Are there any experts?

Yu Wei realized that the two of them had broken up and were planning to fight their own battles.

However, the tactic of winning by creating atmosphere is so cunning, yet Lin Puyan is not afraid at all. What kind of strategy does he have?
On stage, Su Xinnan and her ten guests sang a tender song together, commemorating the journey they had taken together.

Behind them, a large screen displayed highlights from previous episodes. Normally, songs that play on emotions are easy to sell, but at this moment, the atmosphere at the venue was clearly not lively.

That's the terrifying thing about rock music: it's easy to get the crowd going, but it's hard to take it back, especially with a large crowd.

Yu Wei was quite curious about what tricks Lin Puyan had come up with to break the deadlock.

Clearly, by the final episode and the last performance, it was no longer a simple competition of music; everyone was showing off their skills.

Sister Nan's emotional appeal was quite effective. Although she didn't quite live up to the moment on stage, these scenes easily evoked memories for viewers online.

Everyone here is practicing evil cultivation. It's just a matter of who is more evil. What era are we living in that we're still comparing traditional music?
"Okay, it's my turn."

Seeing that Su Xinnan's performance was over, Lin Puyan got up and led his team to wait in the backstage area. This tactic of his was unstoppable.

Blowing up the crowd won't work, and playing the emotional card won't work either.

Yu Wei and Meng Han exchanged a glance, still unable to figure out what this guy was trying to sing.

As the stage lights dimmed, only eleven silhouettes stood silently. Lin Puyan took a deep breath and looked at his ten partners beside him.

The moment the grand and majestic overture began, a red flag appeared on the large screen behind us...

Meng Han's heart skipped a beat. This old guy has no sportsmanship. He's actually trying to be mainstream. How can we compete like this?
Singing this song can indeed make you ignore the impact of his explosive performance, and even gives the impression of transcending the stage. Since he's singing a revolutionary song, who can say the song is bad?

Bold!

At this point, it's no longer about the quality of the music or the attributes of the work; Lin Puyan is pursuing a victory in terms of overall scope.

This truly puts them in an invincible position, making it impossible to target mainstream works.

(End of this chapter)