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Chapter 110 This music should only exist in heaven; how often can it be heard on earth?

"It's over, it's over! This Jade Phoenix Fairy is too powerful. Boss Chen is probably in big trouble this time!"

"Yes, Mr. Chen is still too young, and he's performing a new play. I doubt he'll be a match for his opponent."

In a private room on the second floor, Yan Xun held a wine glass, looking at the audience below who were going crazy for Yu Fengxian, and a confident smile appeared on his face.

He could almost see Chen Ye walking onto the stage, looking disheveled, personally serving tea and writing calligraphy, completely humiliated.

Backstage at Guang Le Lou, the atmosphere had become incredibly tense.

Hearing the cheers coming from the other side, Deng Mingguan, Sihai, and the others felt their hearts sink to the bottom.

"Master, this guy is too powerful." Chunyan, who had gone to gather information, returned with a pale face and whispered, "Brother Chen, he..."

Guan Sihai's face was equally grim, but he didn't speak; instead, he turned his gaze to the innermost part of the room.

Chen Ye was sitting there with his eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to all the noise around him, like an old monk in deep meditation.

Seeing his calm and composed demeanor, Guan Sihai's tense nerves inexplicably relaxed a little, and the hearts of everyone in the Qingchun Class also calmed down without them realizing it.

"it is good!"

On the opposite stage, Yu Fengxian finished her performance with a beautiful reclining fish pose.

The entire audience suddenly stood up, and applause and cheers merged into one wave, creating an extremely enthusiastic atmosphere.

Yu Fengxian slowly rose, enjoying the moment when everyone was watching, and then glanced at Guang Le Lou.

Next, it's your turn.

I'd like to see how you plan to beat me!
Soon, Chen Ye's fans began to enter the venue, along with many famous amateur opera fans from Beijing. They came in with the intention of watching the excitement and wanted to see who had the courage to challenge Boss Yu.

After most of the audience had entered, a drumbeat suddenly sounded from backstage.

Boom!dong dong!

The voice was completely different from the previous soft music; it was filled with a desolate, tragic, and chilling atmosphere.

The entire audience fell silent instantly after just one intro.

Everyone felt as if a huge boulder was pressing down on their hearts, heavy and oppressive.

The curtain slowly rises.

There was no elaborate set design, only a dark scene symbolizing war and night.

Chen Ye, dressed in plain clothes and holding a sword, slowly made his entrance.

Before he even opened his mouth, an aura of resolute sorrow had already enveloped the entire theater.

The Yu Ji he portrayed had no trace of feminine tenderness or resentment in her eyes, only the loyalty and tragic beauty of a hero at the end of his road.

"Seeing the king sleeping soundly in his tent, fully clothed, I'll step outside to dispel my sorrows..."

Chen Ye spoke up.

The voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to carry a penetrating power, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

That was not a woman's resentment, but a resolute willingness to live and die with a hero.

The audience was instantly drawn into the play, as if they were no longer on a stage, but on an ancient battlefield surrounded by enemies on all sides.

Immediately afterwards, the Overlord appeared, clad in black armor with gold trim and wielding a halberd.

Tie Dan was now fully in the zone. He was no longer the simple-minded boy, but a peerless hero who had suffered a crushing defeat!

With just a few appearances and a few lines of singing, his overwhelming domineering spirit, undeterred by defeat, drew cheers from the audience!
"it is good!"

Someone shouted first, and then cheers erupted from the hall.

Yu Fengxian's expression also calmed down, and she began to listen attentively to the lyrics being recited on the other side.

Yan Xun, however, was getting restless. "Boss Yu..."

"Do not talk."

Yu Fengxian didn't even look up, interrupting him directly, and then continued to listen intently.

Yan Xun was publicly reprimanded, his face turning pale and then red. He was furious, but dared not retaliate, and could only awkwardly retreat to the side.

Yu Fengxian, however, was completely immersed in the play. When she heard Chen Ye's line, "The King's spirit is broken, what reason is there for this lowly concubine to live?", she completely forgot their current adversarial stance, her eyes gleaming, and she couldn't help but shout:
"it is good!!"

This shout completely dumbfounded Yan Xun, who was standing next to him. He thought to himself, "What the hell is going on? Aren't the two sides mortal enemies? Why are they cheering each other on?"
Meanwhile, inside the Guang Le Lou, all the audience members found themselves no longer just spectators.

They seemed to be truly standing on that ancient battlefield.

The howling wind and the faint strains of Chu songs filled my ears, while before my eyes lay the extinguished bonfire and the desolate scene of a hero's tragic end.

They could clearly feel the overwhelming domineering spirit and unwillingness in the heart of the Overlord, and they could also feel the deep affection of Yu Ji, who was willing to sacrifice herself for her cause without any regrets.

The play reached its climax.

Chen Ye began to practice his swordplay.

His swordsmanship had no fancy performances, but rather carried a chilling killing intent and a resolute, poignant beauty.

Every move seemed to tell the story of that ancient tragedy.

Everyone held their breath and watched the stage in silence.

Finally, after the Overlord let out that mournful cry of a hero's end, Chen Ye placed the longsword across his own neck.

A relieved smile graced his face.

The action is frozen in time.

The illusion shattered.

There was dead silence.

Thousands of spectators, regardless of age or gender, sat there blankly, seemingly devoid of their souls, immersed in the immense sorrow, unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

The silence lasted for a good ten seconds.

Snapped.

Finally, someone started clapping.

The applause seemed to remind everyone.

clap clap clap!
The applause instantly grew enthusiastic, eventually turning into a deafening roar that nearly lifted the roof off Guang Le Lou!

"Waaaaah... This is so touching..."

"My God, I've never heard such a good show in my life!"

Many theatergoers applauded frantically while shedding tears.

The ladies, in particular, wept uncontrollably, their faces streaked with tears.

Because the ending was so tragic, so devastating, and so beautiful.

As for the famous amateur opera fans who came from Beijing, they were also flushed with excitement.

They came expecting to see a spectacle, or even a laugh.

But now, they have been completely conquered.

"This music should only exist in heaven; how often can it be heard on earth!"

"I've listened to opera my whole life, but only today do I truly understand what opera is!"

All previous doubts about Chen Ye vanished, replaced by heartfelt admiration.

The scouts quickly arrived, and Yan Xun could no longer remain calm, his forehead covered in sweat from anxiety.

"How could this happen... how could this happen...?"

He looked at Yu Fengxian beside him and saw that she was unusually calm, slowly removing the face paint from her face in front of the mirror.

At this moment, Yu Fengxian was not discouraged by the first day's defeat; instead, an unprecedented light ignited in her narrow phoenix eyes.

It was the excitement of meeting a worthy opponent.

"What a brilliant Chen Ye! What a 'Farewell My Concubine' performance!"

"Pass it on: tomorrow I will be performing...The Heavenly Maiden Scattering Flowers!"

(End of this chapter)